"It's a good change," she agreed, kissing him lightly. "The best." The sunlight that streamed through their window reflected the early hours of the day; golden and warm. Poppy squinted as she turned towards the light, her head cocked slightly. "It's weird to think that a month and a half ago, I didn't know you existed," she said thoughtfully. "I remember meeting you, and groaning on the inside."
"You didn't like me at first?" He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't really have an opinion at the meeting, but that's probably cause I didn't let you talk."
"You had lipstick on your neck, and your suit and tie and Bluetooth," she said, thoughtfully. "And I remember thinking that you were one of those 'corporate types.'"
"Well, a Bluetooth is so much easier than a phone. Personally, I think everyone should have one." He chuckled. "And I think I might be a corporate type. Hate to break it to you."
"Ach," she said, leaning her head against his chest. "I'm engaged to a corporate type." She kissed his sternum, her hands wrapping around his rib cage. "What a pity."
"Hmph. And I'm engaged to the love of my life, so it's a win for me." His hand gently grazed her jaw, and he moved his head to kiss her.
Her mouth fit with his, and her hands trailed up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "A win-win situation, then," she murmured against his lips as she shifted slightly to kiss a line down his neck. "A symbiotic relationship."
He blushed slightly, but it was barely noticeable. His hand gently touched the side of her neck. "I love you, you know?"
"Mm," she murmured in agreement, the tip of her nose grazing his neck as she kissed him. "I love you too."
She turned her face into his neck, welcoming his warmth and his presence. "So," she began. "Your parents. What should I expect from that?"
He hesitated. "They're very... Uncommunicative on how they feel," he said. "But they're judgemental at the same time."
"Oh, lovely," she said, laughing into his neck. His stubble tickled her cheek, and she kissed him lightly. "That's my favorite combination."
"I'm sure it is," he replied, rolling his eyes a bit. After a moment he sat up, brushing back the hair that fell in his face. "I'm going to take a shower and shave and get ready."
She stretched out in the bed, a small noise in the back of her throat that may have been a murmur. She turned on her stomach and buried her face in a pillow so that only her eyes were revealed, watching him carefully. "You're being productive," she said with a raised brow, her voice muffled. "How dare you."
She sighed dramatically into the pillow, but he would be able to tell that she was smiling based on the slight crinkle of her eyes. "Fine, I suppose," she said haughtily. "Hurry back."
She sighed and turned on her back for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. She frowned, and then eventually sat up. She knocked on the bathroom door and called out over the sound of the water. "Francis, I'm going to go shower in my room. I'll be back soon, okay?"
