He let out a small noise of surprise and kissed her back with equal passion.
She laughed softly and focused all of her energy into the kiss.
This was more difficult than it should be where she saw Love he saw Belle. This would take some getting used to.
Fleur poked at his lips with her tongue. Her fingers began creeping up into his hair.
"Sometimes but not very often. This is your life, you should decide what to do."
“No, Belle. This is our life. That’s why I need your opinion,”
"I don't know…I really don't mind it but if you think it's a problem then go right on ahead." She chewed on her lip nervously.
“That’s good,” Lillian’s smile grew.
“Yeah pretty good.” He looked up at her with a still ashy face.
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This was more difficult than it should be where she saw Love he saw Belle. This would take some getting used to.
Fleur poked at his lips with her tongue. Her fingers began creeping up into his hair.
A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.
"I don't know…I really don't mind it but if you think it's a problem then go right on ahead." She chewed on her lip nervously.
“Okay,” he sighed. He wasn’t sure what he wanted.
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“That’s good,” Lillian’s smile grew.
“Yeah pretty good.” He looked up at her with a still ashy face.
Lillian didn’t like the ashy face. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, “You want to stay up here a bit longer?”
"I don't know…I really don't mind it but if you think it's a problem then go right on ahead." She chewed on her lip nervously.
“Okay,” he sighed. He wasn’t sure what he wanted.
She smiled a little, trying to communicate that she'd support his decision since her words weren't working with her.
“That’s good,” Lillian’s smile grew.
“Yeah pretty good.” He looked up at her with a still ashy face.
Lillian didn’t like the ashy face. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, “You want to stay up here a bit longer?”
“Yeah,” he nodded and put his head back down. “It’s hot in here,”
"I don't know…I really don't mind it but if you think it's a problem then go right on ahead." She chewed on her lip nervously.
“Okay,” he sighed. He wasn’t sure what he wanted.
She smiled a little, trying to communicate that she'd support his decision since her words weren't working with her.
He nodded and looked back out of the window. He followed the tree line with his eyes.
Lillian thought for a moment, “Want me to open the door?”
Lillian thought for a moment, “Want me to open the door?”
“No,” he pulled the blanket off of his legs and curled up in himself into a ball. It was more likely he had a fever.
Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."
She sighed quietly. "It's so pretty out there."
Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."
“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.
She sighed quietly. "It's so pretty out there."
“I hope we don’t die on Christmas, even a monster has to take a break right?” He was looking for the Kanima. He knew it was out there.
"You'd think that but no. Death doesn't take a holiday."
Ryan saw it now, pacing in the yard and staring back at him. “Look,” He whispered like it could hear him. “It’s right there,”
Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."
“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.
Lillian sighed, "You're burning up. You need to cool down Dare."
Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."
“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.
Lillian sighed, "You're burning up. You need to cool down Dare."
He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.
Ryan saw it now, pacing in the yard and staring back at him. “Look,” He whispered like it could hear him. “It’s right there,”
She peered out the window. "I don't see anything."