She looked up at him and was quiet for a moment. She stood up on her toes, and kissed his cheek lightly. "Mr. Jeremiah might deserve it," she said. "But all those other agents and that secretary... They were just doing their job."
"They knew, though. They may have been doing their job, but they knew Mr. Jeremiah was going to us for ransom." He sighed. "It was wrong, and they knew."
She was quiet for a moment, but she squeezed her hand quickly. "You're right," she said eventually, sounding a little disappointed. "It's pretty disheartening."
He looked down at her, then gently kissed her cheek. "It's alright, though. We're out of there, so we don't have to worry about it anymore."
She looked up at him for a moment and was quiet. Her grey eyes were thoughtful as she studied him, and eventually, she gave him a small smile. "I really love you," she said. "You're aware of that, right?"
(soo cute) He seemed a bit surprised when she said that, and turned away, slightly embarrassed. "I would hope so, because I love you, too."
(*cough* worlddomination *cough*) She grinned up at him, their shoulders brushing slightly. "Are you embarrassed? Did I finally make you blush?"
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. There was a light tint of pink on his cheeks. "Hmph. Was that your goal?"
She raised the hand that wasn't holding his in victory. "Ha! Yes. Actually, to be completely honest, the whole reason that I agreed to being... whatever we are is so that I could get you to blush," she said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at him. "It was my only motive."
He looked at her with a smile. "The only downside is that I've gotten you to blush a lot more than you have with me. You'll have to live knowing that."
"You're despicable," she said, looking over at him with an affectionate smile. "Why must you torture me so?"
She raised her eyebrows, obviously a little surprised that he kissed her. "Hm," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I suppose you're right."
"Oh, I know," he said, a cocky grin on his face. "If you didn't, then I assume you wouldn't be with me."
They turned down their hallway, and Poppy turned her head slightly to look up at him. "Oh, my dear, dear Francis," she said, shaking her head with mock pity. "The fact that you assume that I would lose interest in you over one thing shows that you must not know me very well."
"Well, technically one thing can branch into many things, so you never know," he said, patting her head.
She squinted up at him as they stopped outside their rooms. She turned to face him, crossing her arms. "It can," she said, raising an eyebrow. "But you and I have only known each other for about two weeks now. I don't know if that's enough time for branching."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," he said, then was silent for a moment, looking down. "Speaking of which, do you feel like we're moving too fast? I mean, I'm not saying that I don't want to or anything, but I want to know your opinion."
She was quiet for a moment, biting her lip as she considered. "Well," she said, taking his hand. "We are moving very quickly. I mean, we told each other that we loved each other about ten hours after we told each other that we liked each other. We're planning to have you meet my family this weekend. Our relationship is moving faster than I, personally, have ever experienced." She paused and looked down at their hands, her brow furrowed as she thought. "But," she said quietly. "I've also never felt this way about someone so soon before. I've never met someone like you. And although we're moving quickly..." She trailed off and shrugged before looking back up at him. "I don't know. I don't hate it."
He watched her fondly as she spoke, smiling lightly. "I don't hate it either," he said, finally. "In fact, I don't know how long I could have gone without kissing you or telling you I love you anyways."
