She observed him for a moment, her head tilted thoughtfully. Finally, she leaned over and kissed him. "You know," she murmured against his lips. "I've found that with relationships, as time goes on, you begin to learn things that you dislike about the other person. You still love them, but you notice traits that you didn't notice before." She pulled away from him slightly. "I haven't really had that with you."
"Yes," she said, nodding. "I don't know. Everything I learn about you just makes me love you more. I have yet to find fault with you."
"Poppy, I have many faults," he said, giving her a kiss. "I'm amazed that you don't think of them that way, though."
"I prefer to call it passion," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Don't be so determined to find fault within yourself. Trust me, Craw."
She frowned before resting her head on his chest. "Well, I don't really see them," she said quietly. "Or, at least, I don't see them frequently enough to be phased by them."
He shifted to kiss the top of her head. "I thinks that's good. It probably means it doesn't happen often."
"Probably," she agreed, stretching slightly. She paused for a second and then looked up at him. "What do you think are your best and worst traits?"
"My worst trait is the fact that I can't let go of habits," he said thoughtfully. "And I think my best trait would be my ability to get work done."
"I'm going to hold you to that," she said, turning her head into his chest. "Hope you like living forever."
