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CATELYN BRACKEN
 Posted: Jun 4 2017, 07:02 PM
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Catelyn finally crossed the door of her room, lips firmly pressed against each other as they had been all night. Her silence was not a bother because it was not out of the usual but the eyes firmly staring the plate of food in front of her while not touching it did not pass unnoticed. First, Barbara with sour comments that were obviously an attempt to embarrass her in front of everyone at the table. Catelyn however did not have enough wine in her system to sort out an answer for her. Neither did she care. Jayne and Barbara became involved in a silly discussion and the distraction allowed the honey-colored haired girl to lift her eyes and underneath her lashes look at the only person at the table who understood why she was acting in that way. Yet her eyes traveled to the Lychester girl who ate her dinner and seemed rather amused by her sisters. Tomorrow was her wedding day. Catelyn would feel happy for her if the man she was marrying wasn't Hendry. It was not hate that Catelyn felt for Lenora because that would be the easiest way out of the situation. Hate the girl who did not ask for it. She was envious of her. She would have everything Catelyn craved and could not have.

She escaped dinner when her father asked why she was not eating and she made up that she felt bad and left the table. All the men got up so she could withdraw and she finally managed to look at Hendry for a second. His heart felt heavy. He knew what he was about to lose. She hoped that when she was in the safety of her room she would feel better, but the same feeling continued. As she undresses, her mind seems to be wanting to mess with her. Memories who usually give her comfort travel thru her head but now it's almost a reminder of how much it hurts. She looked at herself in the mirror when the dress finally fell to the ground and observed her nudity. Only Hendry had ever touched her and he knew her body more than her. She felt as if she had been made for him but he could never be hers. Tomorrow night he would be touching Lenora's body and knowing her as his wife. The thought was enough to break her even more. She lay on her bed after putting her nightgown on and stared at ceiling, waiting to fall asleep soon. Tomorow would be a busy day after all and she had to wake up early.

She was still not asleep some time later when her door was opened and Hendry sneaked into the room as he often did. She just didn't thought he would come tonight. He would get married tomorrow and spending the night with her was probably the last thing on his mind. But he still managed to surprise her. "I did not think you'd come today." She said as she sat on the bed and watched him. She moved to the side giving him space to lie down on the bed with her. "Come." She didn't realize how much she wanted to be in his arms until she finally looked into his eyes. It was the only place where she felt safe and a little better about the whole situation. With him lying beside her, her fingers ran slowly down his face. She loved his beard and how she scratched her skin every time he kissed her, sending chills down her spine. "At least you are going to stay here. We can still be together sometimes..." It was a thought that had crossed her mind. He could see how she felt and the last thing she wanted was him feeling guilty. "We still have some time before father ships me off." She meant to be a joke, but it wasn't funny. In the future they would be separated.

Her hand moved from his face to his neck, her fingers getting a good grip from the hair in his nape. She covered his mouth with a gentle kiss while her body got even closer to him. Although his beard was rough, his lips were warm and soft. She could never get enough. The kiss didn't go deeper because she pulled away for a second while her eyes were stuck on his. "Sorry... I shouldn't have said this." She apologized for her words because she knew better than to talk about them being apart. Maybe it was her own mind trying to make him feel the same as her or make her feel wanted by him. It was a bad thing to manipulate the ones you love, but she needed some comfort given the situation. It was a consolation that he wanted the spend the night before his wedding with her and it didn't matter in which bed he would be tomorrow because he was here tonight. "Let's not speak about tomorrow." It was best so that their night wasn't ruined by both of their misery. "Let's not talk at all..." A naughty smile frames the face of the girl while her mouth finds his once again. This was more harder, deeper kiss, with a fervent urgent need of the sensations that only Hendry could give her.
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 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 12:25 PM
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Marriage. For Hendry, the term had been little more than the word itself. Some random concoction of letters to form the two syllables that he learned to say as a child. It was what his mother and father were, when he was young. It was what lie between his uncle Jonos and aunt Lady Bracken. Marriage. To the knight of Stone Hedge, it meant nothing else for many, many years. He had no interest in the idea of those paired for political advantage, not even for the sake of his own House’s future. He had no interest in assigning his surname to a woman chosen for him, no taste for a female flittering and fluttering about his arm, batting eyelashes, yearning for his affection and whining when he did not give it. If anything, it reminded him of his mother, how grievous, moody and wildly unpredictable she had become since his father’s death, unable to control even the thoughts inside her head. Would that happen to his own widow, should Hendry also pass too early? It was why Jonos had come for him, after all. It was why he was here now, mere hours away from entering a union he never thought he would have to, giving away the name of his House at the behest of all the circumstances that led him here.

But it was not his soon-to-be wife that occupied his mind tonight, nor was the idea of their consummation fueling the heat that seared through his veins, motivating every step he made towards Catelyn’s apartments. It was not all the guests that would be in attendance tomorrow that filled his thoughts, nor the image of his betrothed in her bride’s gown, nor even the weight of his own cloak as he pinned it to her shoulders. As far as he knew, as far as he cared, tomorrow would never come. Sunrise would never come to break upon the horizon, never to herald his departure from Catelyn’s bed. The bells in the sept would never come to ring, never to summon he and his betrothed to the altar. With every step further down the torchlit corridor, his leather boots thudding quietly upon the stone floors, Hendry seemed as if he could not comprehend the next day’s events, and what change they would bring. Or perhaps he simply refused to. All he knew was that he was here, now, and Lenora Lychester was not yet Lenora Bracken… and Catelyn was but a doorknob’s turn away from him.

The ornate, silver-plated handle gave way to his palm as it had all the times and years before, its soft click signaling its yield as he slowly pushed the door open. All too quietly he entered the antechamber, letting his nostrils flood with all of the aromas, scents and smells that reached him in places he perhaps still could not comprehend. Whatever magic or sorcery Catelyn exuded upon him only made him her willing, if not eager slave, and as he closed and locked the door behind him, he might as well have locked his own cell and tossed the key. Cloaked in the low light offered to him by the lit candles and crackling torches on the walls, Hendry wasted no time in beginning his search for her, as short-lived as it may be. The relief of pulling her into his chest and swathing her with his arms would be just as great as if the journey to her had been long and arduous. Entering her bedchamber, the softest of smiles appeared upon his lips at the sight of his cousin. “Why would I not?” He asked, already lifting his hands to release the row of buttons down his doublet, freeing himself of the fabric and dropping it to the floor. To him, this night was like any other. Never mind what the morning would bring.

Following her beckon as if a poor sailor to a siren’s song, Hendry pulled off his leather boots and slowly crept into the bed beside her. Lying on his back, using his arm to pull her into his side, a low groan deflated his chest and his eyes closed beneath her touch. Her voice, a melody to his ears, even seemed to sing to the very blood in his veins. How he loved her. “I will still be here,” he assured her, opening his eyes to reveal the deep mahogany pools that sought to implore the tender gaze above him. “Every day…” while it was easy to imagine little would change for he and Catelyn after tomorrow, there was still an echoing doubt in the back of his mind that they would soon have to face many, many more obstacles to be together. Would she be as willing to confront them as he? Would she turn him away the moment he took Lenora to bed? Would she come to resent him, hate him, even? The idea was as black as death, leaving him hollow and nearly abysmal. Nearly as abysmal as the thought of Catelyn soon being sent off to meet her own betrothed at the altar. He would have showed her a most prominent frown, had she not leaned forth to cover his mouth with a kiss that left him only yearning for the future they could not have. How could he think to sleep at night, much less stomach his own food or his wine, knowing Catelyn was bedded by another man, a husband that was not him?

And so he did not think of it. Not yet. She was here, now, and he would not let her go. “You should speak of other things,” he crooned deeply, his palm floating up to cradle the side of her cheek. “Tomorrow may never come, after all,” a smile slipped over his bearded mouth, inviting the next kiss she gave him with an equal fervor that allowed him the sound of his own heart in his ears. Or was it hers? Groaning softly, Hendry bound her against him, letting his tongue part between his lips to slip between the supple crevice of her own. “I would have you,” he whispered, his fingers already dancing across the laces of her gown, loosening them with each maneuver. “Tonight,” gently he pulled them free, already feeling the swell of her breasts relaxing against his chest. “And every night.”
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CATELYN BRACKEN
 Posted: Jun 21 2017, 08:24 PM
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If there was one thing Catelyn loved about Hendry was that he could give her a certainty that the girl could not get when she was alone with her thoughts. While she had been nervous about everything that was happening, he seemed to be calmer. It was as if nothing was going to change for him and that almost gave her the security she needed, even if it was naive to think that the day after tomorrow everything would remain the same. He would be bedding another woman, breaking this unsaid promise that they belonged to each other. He would have a wife, a woman who could say to the world that they had a union blessed by the gods while she would be in her bedchambers waiting every night, hoping that he could find his way to her instead of his bride. It was a concern that she needed to let go, at least for tonight, since while they were still there and the sun did not rise, he was still only hers. She could be afraid of the tomorrow, but while her eyes stared at her cousin every problem seemed to disappear. Looking into his eyes was like diving into the blue ocean, it pulled her in and she did not want to come out for air.

The sweep of his fingers on her cheeks made a soft groan come out of her mouth, his touch just as stimulating as the first time he had touched her body. He had absolute control over her when his fingers meet her skin, an expert in what pleasured her. Although she was most certain that if another man touched her the same as Hendry she would not feel the same satisfaction. He was the only one who knew the entirety of her. "I would be overjoyed if tomorrow never came." she murmured softly, her fingers toying with the hairs on his beard. "You and me forever stuck in this bed." Her body was already firmly pressed against his when she expressed her wishes and it only served to give more fuel to the two who were already desperately wanting one another. There was no denying the desire in both of them, it was clear as day. It seemed even more intense since the two had to hide it from everyone else. When they were together the craving was so intense that there was no time to waste. A pleased grin appeared on her face as he began to untie her gown and speak words she liked to hear.

She closed her eyes, the satisfaction taking over her body as she rejoiced on having her body crushed against his. Her delicate hands reached for his shoulders, starting a gentle massage through the spot and then slowly descending and rising down his back. She took his mouth once more. Her lips fit perfectly into his as her tongue slowly invaded his mouth. The kiss sent shivers through her body and she wished that all problems seeped out of her mind. It felt like fireworks, every bit of piece of her seeming to be coming into life on his hands. Her smooth lips began to move down his neck, her nostrils filling with the so familiar scent of him. "You will always have me." she whispered close to his ear in the midst of her heavy breathing, a sign that she felt more and more desiring of him. It was the true. She would never be his wife and he would never be her husband but they belonged to each other. There was no way of knowing how the future would go, but she was sure of that now.

Her body got out of his warm embrace and flipped over, laying on top of him but she kept her head up to still look at him. Her gown had only been untied and all that she wanted was to get off of him, but she would grant him the job of leaving her completely nude because she knew he liked doing it. Her legs found their way between his and she started to move them gently, feeling herself heat up with every new move they both made. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she started to thrust against his waist and feel her moist center brush in his manhood. Her cheeks began to flush as she bit her lips to stop herself from being overly expressive with the noises she wanted to make. Soon she wouldn't be able to hold herself down anymore and her lips wouldn't hold the pleasure she felt in. Her soft eyes stared at his for a minute while she stopped the movements who unsettled her. It was a special look, one it was only reserved for him. "You are so handsome." she said, the words filled with love while her eyes shined at the sight of him. If you were to ask Catelyn he was the most perfect vision she had ever laid eyes on.
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HENDRY BRACKEN
 Posted: Jul 16 2017, 11:57 AM
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A low, deep laugh rumbled in Hendry’s chest, something almost akin to the growl of a lurking beast, as he listened to his sweet Catelyn. “Forever is a long time,” he remarked with a lopsided smirk, feeling all the more at ease once her fingers began toying with the hair of his beard. Forever was what the gods expected of he and Lenora, forever was what Lord Jonos had wished for Stone Hedge, leaving it in the hands of a Bracken and Bracken only… even if that meant the son of his own dead brother. Forever was what his soul was damned to; an eternal torrent of the Seven’s rage for what he had done to Catelyn, and what he continued to do to her without abandon, without so much as a shred of guilt to genuinely stop him. The Father Himself would have to reach down and clamp iron shackles upon Hendry’s wrists, and even then, he feared it would be only the Warrior’s divine blade to truly sever him from Catelyn’s embrace. And, since he saw no sign of the gods in his life, no signal or symbol that he cared to recognize, the knight of Stone Hedge was free to damn himself as he wished. Once, he perhaps felt sick at the idea, perhaps even hurled the contents of his own stomach. But now? Now he was fearless, reckless, even, and all he knew was that he could not stop, not now, perhaps not ever, and he certainly could not stop his fingers from plucking loose Catelyn’s gown.

Another gentle groan crept from the depths of his throat as her fingers found the muscles in his shoulders, traveling down his back, leaving behind a trail of pimpled gooseflesh that only threatened to make him shudder at her ministrations. While in any other instance he was not a man who stood for being made to feel weak, it was like an intoxicating elixir with Catelyn, bearing all of his weaknesses and most vulnerable of spots to her without an inkling of hesitance. It was only here did he shed his mantle of knight and lord, and now, so, too, did the role of future husband to Lenora Lychester fall easily from the bedside. “Yet I would have not a moment less,” he continued, silencing them both with a kiss that only made him feel all the hotter and all the hungrier for her. It was when her lips slipped from his own, traveling to his neck and to his ear, did Hendry finally feel the last remnants of his resolve crumble to reveal nothing but the poor fool that was Catelyn’s slave, servant and lover.

So far had the girl come. From the slight slip of a young and willowy teenager, excited if not frightened by his touch, to the wanton and lusty young woman she was now. Was it his own fault, to see these maturities in his cousin? Had it been his own hands and his own lovemaking to shape her into the passionate creature she’d become? Hendry did not have any complaints, of course, save for the sudden strain to his groin as he felt his manhood swell against the confinements of his trousers. His hands, hungry like he, came to grip either jutting side of her pelvis, pressing her further against him until the groan that erupted from his throat sounded more frustrated than it did desirous. No longer tolerant of the remaining layers of her gown, Hendry made short work in disrobing her of them, leaving her naked upon the bed and coming to take his well-loved spot above her. Where his bearded lips skimmed down the elegant space between her breasts, so, too, did a wintry shudder ripple down the bony ridges of his spine, causing even the air in his lungs to stutter and falter as if he were little more than a boy her own age.

“And you,” he began to reply, words spreading across her navel and reaching warm tendrils to the milk white of her inner thigh. Very slowly he lowered himself in between her legs, allowing them to frame the broad expanse of his shoulders, drawing from them the warmth that had begun to seep from their castle. Winter was said to be coming, but Hendry could only think of the fire deep in his gut as he stole a soft, tentative taste from the rosy folds between her thighs, throat reverberating with an approving groan. “Are simply divine,” he finished at last, touching his lips to her most intimate ones in a tender but no less hungry kiss. Finer than his most favorite of wines, like indulging in the sweetest of extracts, Hendry found he could no longer resist the tastes upon his tongue, and began to lap gently, slowly at her precious center, sighing deeply as he let his hands wander up to encompass her breasts. Simply divine, indeed.

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 Posted: Oct 25 2017, 08:18 PM
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Catelyn smiled as she looked into Hendry's eyes. "Not long enough for us." She said and while she meant it as a sweet acknowledgment that she wanted to be with him forever there was also a hint of sadness in her voice. They had no time at all. The two held on to any little time that they could be together as they really wanted too but it wasn't nearly enough. They would never have forever since that was his fate with Lenora. She would be the woman to give him children, to help him rule Stone Hedge and to grow old with him.Catelyn would only be a stain in Hendry's life, a dangerous adventure from a young bold knight. She would fade while his marriage would be a constant; a painful one. All those thoughts were exhausting, a persistent torture by her mind who did not let her forget that she was losing him. Her only medicine were the moments that she spent in his arms. While not a cure, it was a dose of fresh air, a renovation of her feelings for him. Would it be the same after tomorrow? She didn't know but she was enjoying the now. His touch seemed to let a mark engraved in her, a invisible fingerprint on everywhere his fingers had passed on. A reminder, who was blind to everyone but Hendry and her, that they belonged to each other.

The hungry kiss the two shared spoke more than the two could. Their tongues danced with one another as if they met for a lifetime while their bodies fitted perfectly. Everytime they were together Catelyn wished that the morning would never come. The once shy girl was able to let loose when she was with him and when the sun was out she had to once more put on the facade of what she wasn't like. There were times she would asked herself of how could she have changed so much. The sister who didn't drew too much attention and wasn't so special was the one making the most bold and dangerous decisions. And she didn't feel guilty for it. How could she when it felt so good? When the shame roamed her mind, she remembered how was pleasurable to love Hendry like she was loving him now and all the doubts went away. She couldn't give him up. And she didn't want to. She let out a whimper as Hendry pressed further and further more the two bodies together. As his manhood pressed against her center she felt herself getting more soaked and ready to have him. She didn't have to ask for him to finally free her from her nightgown because his hands already worked quickly on it. She smiled as he took his place on top of her and watched his craving eyes staring at her bare body. His harsh beard traveled through her body while his lips hugged her skin making her shudder at the pleasing sweetness of his touches.

"Please." It was a desperate beg who flew from Catelyn's mouth as he approached her groin. Hendry seemed to take all the time he could to make his movements and the girl felt more impatient by the second. Her body was burning within and not even the cold wind who traveled her rooms was able to settle that fervor down. She could no longer keep silent as he provoked her with his tongue in as slow and sensual way. She was bare and completely at his wish, desiring for him to taste her without the least bit of shame. Her hands traveled to his hair and she tangled her fingers between his dark locks, holding on abruptly as if he would vanish if she didn't keep a tight grip. The satisfaction he provided her as his mouth enjoyed her center hungrily was enough to discompose all of Catelyn's defenses. She was completely devoted to him and at the mercy of his desires. And while there was a lot outside of that door who could break them, their concern was only that moment. Their bodies, their touches, their pleasures. They belonged to each other more than ever and as Catelyn firmly pressed his head even more closer to her core, she felt whole.
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 Posted: Nov 10 2017, 05:40 PM
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Too difficult to remember the coming day’s events, and too easy to forget what it would mean for him, Hendry found himself immersed between Catelyn’s thighs, wishing only for the night to go on and on for as long as he lived. Was it a sin to be here with her, when by morning he would be married to another? Was he supposed to be in his bedchambers alone, praying to the Seven for a fruitful union, picturing his new life with Lenora Lychester? With each taste he stole from the taut rosy lips before him, Hendry was determined to make sure his “new life” would not be so new at all, and that very little would change for he and Stone Hedge. Sighing deeply, his shoulders came to don his cousin’s legs as if some great mantle of office, his mouth moving gently but no less deliberately over her glistening center. Beneath him he could feel her writhe ever so slowly in response, her hands finding his hair and pressing his head closer against her that he had no choice but to happily oblige. His mouth swirled with her essence, jowls watering to savor the sensation, the tip of his tongue like a curious explorer through her flushed folds. The closer and closer he coaxed her to climax, the more and more he could not bring himself to care for tomorrow, or all that would be expected of him. Seven hells, he would marry Catelyn right now if he could, and use her soft moans in place of their sworn vows instead.

Finally removing himself of his trousers came like a breath of fresh air, freeing his swollen manhood drawing from his chest a sigh of relief as he maneuvered the last of his clothes to the floor. He found that when he began to dwell on the guilt for his devotion to the girl, all he could do was return to her side, and ultimately to her bed, parting her legs as he did now and coming to lie between them. It was here the doubt and regret faded, slipping away from his mind as easily as he slipped inside of her, filling her with his length as his adoration for her filled him in turn. When their pelvises finally met in completion, Hendry felt a shudder creep down the length of his spine, faulting the large muscles in his back and causing even his shaft to throb against her clutches. Feeling his eyes shut and his jaw loosen, he emitted a low groan into her ear, using his arms to hold her against him as he began a slow pace in and out from between her thighs. Gradual, yes, but no less thorough, opening her innermost depths to him with each inward thrust and sighing pleasurably into the crook of her neck. Oh, how he had missed her.

Moments turned to minutes, and those to hours, and it was not long before the layers of silk and coverlets were tangled beneath them. From her time straddled atop him as he gazed up at her, to the time he now spent thrusting passionately from behind her, Hendry could only tell its passage by the melting of the candles, and the wilting black char still burning inside the hearth. Her elevated hips framed by the hard grip of his hands, he plunged hungrily into her moistened depths, bracing himself upon his knees and pulling her against him with each inward thrust. It felt as if every muscle in his body shook and trembled, leaving him prisoner not only to the clutches that tugged around his manhood, but the very climax that felt even more powerful than he. In great bursts he left her interior walls painted with his release, the low groans in his throat reverberating far into his hammering chest. Almost panting, Hendry could feel himself pulse and quiver against her depths, and it took many moments for him to finally withdraw from between her open legs in utter submission. Falling onto the mattress in a great, breathy sigh, the knight rested his head against the pillows and felt his eyelids anchor shut.

“Come here,” he mumbled, lifting his arms and seeking her warmth, pulling her into his side until her head came to rest upon his chest. His blood continued to course throughout his veins, traveling from his limbs and gathering in his abdomen, gradually slowing until even his heart calmed. He could not be sure which hour it was or how long until he was called from her room, but he tightened his hold around her if ever so slightly, as if to shield her from the coming dawn and all that it would bring. “I love you.”
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Her weak elbows held her upper body up so that she could gaze at his direction as he delighted himself with her taste with the hunger of a famished man. Her legs floundered in desper as she felt her whole body burn and dismantle in his mouth with every move his tongue made in her center. It didn't matter how many times she had laid with Hendry, she would never stop being extremely sensible to his touch. So again and again she climaxed in his mouth, moans flying from her mouth as she fought to remain sane in that inflamed moment. How could she ever turn him away if she felt like that everytime he touched her? She would get hurt how many times it was needed just to have him in her bed every night. As the night progressed Hendry proceeded to make Catelyn squirm with every thrust he invested against her. His hard and prominent manhood slidded inside of her in a non stopping montion and she received him happily as she profeced her lust for him thru her never ending pleas from him not to stop. Catelyn had no hurry for the next day to arrive and she wanted everything and more from him. She climbed on top of him and rode him like masterfully knowing all to well what he liked and how he wanted her. She was much more than the shy little girl everyone knew when she was with him and that her was only his to see and enjoy. He would soon have another woman in his life what seemed to kill Catelyn a little more everytime she thought about it but now she moved on top of him with such devotion eager to show him she was the only love he would ever need.

Now she had her face pressed against the mattress while her hands gripped the sheets desperately. Her her moans were being muffled by the continued movement of her body against the bed while Hendry thrusted his manhood vigorously inside of her. She felt tired and her body was on the verge of giving up but her warmth received him lustfully, hugging him tighter with every push. She could once again feel the heat accumulating in her stomach, knowing that her release was close. She knew he was close too because his movements become more harsher and his hands pressed with even more strength around her waist. Catelyn knew that she would have a mark there but she didn't care. He then bursted out releasing his seed inside of her and she reached the climax once again, the waves of pleasure roaming through her body finishing taking away every bit of strenght that she still had in her. And still she felt better than ever, a smile in her face as she let him slip from inside her and lay down in the bed, calling her to rest her body on his and relax after the lovemaking. They were both sweaty but the dying candles and the cold breeze were enough to fresh the two bodys pretty quickly, making Catelyn grip to him more firmly to feel his heat.

“I love you.” Catelyn heard him and a faint smile reached her face, the words having the same effect on her as the first time she had heard it. Everytime she heard those words she was reminding of what they were challenging to be able to say it to one another and what would occur if anyone were to find out. It meant even more for her, as if they were facing the world just to have that. "I love you too." She whispered since the times of being loud had already ended and her face, who rested on his chest, was lifted to stare at his eyes. Her hand slid delicately over his beard, her fingertips touching the rough skin lightly and she moved her mouth to his chin, placing a simple and loving kiss on the area. "I will always love you." She was the picture of a stupid girl who had lost her senses because of love and if were anyone else she probably mock them in the quietness of her mind, but when it came to her acting in that way she didn't care. She loved being in love. Madly and desperate in love with him was the only state she ever wanted to be in.
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