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He slipped his arm around her waist before looking at her. “Eventually, I’d like to be able to fly,” he told her fondly. “But for now, this is...
She pulled away after a few moments, her forehead against his and her lips still brushing his. Her eyes flickered to his and she paused before...
He gave her a devilish grin. “Do you have everything you need?”
She looked up at him, her expression soft before she reached up and kissed him gently, her whole body relaxing into his touch.
He nodded, glancing over his shoulder for a moment before looking down at her. “I’ve been working on something. Wanna see?”
“But... our normal,” she said quietly. “You’re... you’re my favorite person to be around, Abel. I miss you.”
He kissed her forehead. “I love you too...”
“No, I meant, like... a conversation,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “I want us to be normal too. Can we be normal?”
He rolled his eyes but took her hands. “You really do look beautiful, Fleur “ he told her quietly. He looked down at their hands, rubbing her...
Her face softened and she reached out, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip. “...I really love you,” she told him quietly. “I know we were in...
“Do it,” he urged playfully, unable to keep his eyes off her. “Then people will know.”
“But you don’t have anger issues,” she said quietly, looking up at him.
He was in the living room in a button up shirt and dress pants, his coat folded over his arm. He glanced up at her and his whole expression...
“I don’t want you to have to do more work than you’re already doing,” she said with a frown.
The dress was flattering and tasteful, and the red was striking without being garish.
"Maybe," she mused, sounding unsure. "I used to do that... I don't know. I think I might get back into martial arts, or at least practice some...
She would hear him laughing from the kitchen. "Get ready!"
She hesitated a little before looking up at him. "I think... I think I want to work on my anger..."
She would find a red dress draped gently over the bed, the cut flattering and the sizing perfect. There was a small note. There was a small heart...
She leaned into his touch, clearly missing him. “I love you, Abel.”
