Sated and content, Ami stared down at her husband. With her heart full of love and her body still tingling from their lovemaking, she leaned down and kissed him sweetly. /Even when I'm old and gray?/
Scott returned her kiss, coiling that lock of silvery-white around his finger. /You've got the gray covered and I still want you./
As they broke apart, Ami settled onto his chest, nuzzling him. /Promise?/
/Promise./ She trembled from pleasure as his hands ran along her sides and playfully cupped her buttocks.
/I'm going to hold you to that./ They lie that way for a while, content, sated and indulging in the pleasure of their touching bodies and the echoes of emotion along their link. Suddenly, Ami lifted up and peered down at him thoughtfully. /Will you marry me?/
Dark chocolate eyes blinked back at her in complete confusion. One hand climbed up her body to cup her face and stroke her cheek. Scott's voice was low murmur, "I thought we were already married. Where it matters most, right?"
"I know but - " Ami leaned into his touch then sat up, reluctantly reducing the contact between their bodies. Her fingertips traced patterns over his chest, "I know that you're not a traditionalist and that you don't care about that sort of thing, but I'd like a ceremony. Just something small and informal, right here on the island." /I know it's corny and romantic, but could we? Please? Will you marry me?/
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[Ami] A Proposal, No Really
Date: 2006-10-20 04:32 pm (UTC)Scott returned her kiss, coiling that lock of silvery-white around his finger. /You've got the gray covered and I still want you./
As they broke apart, Ami settled onto his chest, nuzzling him. /Promise?/
/Promise./ She trembled from pleasure as his hands ran along her sides and playfully cupped her buttocks.
/I'm going to hold you to that./ They lie that way for a while, content, sated and indulging in the pleasure of their touching bodies and the echoes of emotion along their link. Suddenly, Ami lifted up and peered down at him thoughtfully. /Will you marry me?/
Dark chocolate eyes blinked back at her in complete confusion. One hand climbed up her body to cup her face and stroke her cheek. Scott's voice was low murmur, "I thought we were already married. Where it matters most, right?"
"I know but - " Ami leaned into his touch then sat up, reluctantly reducing the contact between their bodies. Her fingertips traced patterns over his chest, "I know that you're not a traditionalist and that you don't care about that sort of thing, but I'd like a ceremony. Just something small and informal, right here on the island." /I know it's corny and romantic, but could we? Please? Will you marry me?/