[ It's a bit surreal seeing him standing there. He's not a day older, he's still so much the same that it's jarring. All she can do for a moment is stare herself. She might not physically look different but he'll find soon enough the subtle ways she's changed. How her circumstances and the strife of war shaped her.
Four years, she thinks again, as he kisses her. Four years that she didn't know what she was missing until she'd returned. Four years that she hasn't taken in his scent or known his caress. She had worried, a little, that they wouldn't fit the same way they had before. That she'd be too changed and the distance between them too wide and strange. But it isn't. At all. It feels just like she had seen him yesterday, so natural and effortless; it feels like coming home.
She doesn't mean for her hand to leave Farraige's but it does. If she were in more of a right mind, she'd- She'd say they shouldn't, while he's right there. That they needed to talk about where she'd gone, what it meant, and if that needed any readjusting of what they had. But one thing that hasn't changed in four years is Rosie's aversion to communication and the fact that she's going to happily take this excuse to avoid that conversation for as long as possible.
She squeaks as he takes her into his arms, the same way he probably remembers. One of her hands finds the collar around his neck and she can't help the way she grins into the kiss at the feel of the leather under her touch. It makes her feel just as secure that she hoped it would, almost more certain in their love than ever before. ] Mm, [ she hums, when she gets the first break in what she hopes is a plethora of kisses. ] If I would've remembered this, I would've found a way to come back sooner.
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Four years, she thinks again, as he kisses her. Four years that she didn't know what she was missing until she'd returned. Four years that she hasn't taken in his scent or known his caress. She had worried, a little, that they wouldn't fit the same way they had before. That she'd be too changed and the distance between them too wide and strange. But it isn't. At all. It feels just like she had seen him yesterday, so natural and effortless; it feels like coming home.
She doesn't mean for her hand to leave Farraige's but it does. If she were in more of a right mind, she'd- She'd say they shouldn't, while he's right there. That they needed to talk about where she'd gone, what it meant, and if that needed any readjusting of what they had. But one thing that hasn't changed in four years is Rosie's aversion to communication and the fact that she's going to happily take this excuse to avoid that conversation for as long as possible.
She squeaks as he takes her into his arms, the same way he probably remembers. One of her hands finds the collar around his neck and she can't help the way she grins into the kiss at the feel of the leather under her touch. It makes her feel just as secure that she hoped it would, almost more certain in their love than ever before. ] Mm, [ she hums, when she gets the first break in what she hopes is a plethora of kisses. ] If I would've remembered this, I would've found a way to come back sooner.