[ He tilts his head to one side as if to lightly rebuff (not dismiss) the titles that he has been given. He has accepted them all and the responsibilities that come with each one, but regardless of the esteem that comes from each one, he has never sought after that nor demanded respect or honor from anyone. Perhaps a part of him sought to be recognized, but only because he did not receive much or any recognition from the parents that gave him away to another.
Still, the smile he gives her in return is a warm, heartfelt one, and he lets out a contented sigh in response to her fingers twirling his hair in between them.
He notes it nearly every time he looks at her, but he loves her with the entirety of his being, and that will never change, no matter how much time passes or what trials they both go through. He finds her beautiful as well, but it is not only her physical beauty that draws him to her but her inner beauty as well. In his eyes, she truly is the perfect partner, the perfect wife and lady of his house, and he would have none other but her.
And it is with that thought in mind that he realizes he wishes to have a family with her, whether natural or through other methods. To have children together, to raise them together... He can think of few things that he wishes for more than that. Well, aside from his wish that she could remain home and not have to run off into danger whenever a threat arises. ]
What may you do for me? [ His tone, already deepened by passion and desire, drops a few more notches. And yet, he hesitates, because while their desires might align on the topic of starting a family together, how does he communicate that he is ready? And what is more, should he even feel that way, considering how they are not yet married? Perhaps it is best to say nothing simply for propriety's sake and for the sake of doing the right thing.
He has let some of his walls and inhibitions down, but perhaps this is one area where he is better off not letting his passions direct him where to go. Still, they can still pursue intimacy without crossing that particular threshold, and that is what he chooses to focus on.
The words he would say are on the tip of his tongue, but hesitation strikes at the last moment, so rather than answer verbally, he lets his hands slide down and come to a stop on her hips. His fingers lightly tighten against them, as if he wishes to turn her around to face him, but he does not wish to move her against her will either, and so he contents himself with lightly ghosting his fingers against the skin beneath them. ]
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Still, the smile he gives her in return is a warm, heartfelt one, and he lets out a contented sigh in response to her fingers twirling his hair in between them.
He notes it nearly every time he looks at her, but he loves her with the entirety of his being, and that will never change, no matter how much time passes or what trials they both go through. He finds her beautiful as well, but it is not only her physical beauty that draws him to her but her inner beauty as well. In his eyes, she truly is the perfect partner, the perfect wife and lady of his house, and he would have none other but her.
And it is with that thought in mind that he realizes he wishes to have a family with her, whether natural or through other methods. To have children together, to raise them together... He can think of few things that he wishes for more than that. Well, aside from his wish that she could remain home and not have to run off into danger whenever a threat arises. ]
What may you do for me? [ His tone, already deepened by passion and desire, drops a few more notches. And yet, he hesitates, because while their desires might align on the topic of starting a family together, how does he communicate that he is ready? And what is more, should he even feel that way, considering how they are not yet married? Perhaps it is best to say nothing simply for propriety's sake and for the sake of doing the right thing.
He has let some of his walls and inhibitions down, but perhaps this is one area where he is better off not letting his passions direct him where to go. Still, they can still pursue intimacy without crossing that particular threshold, and that is what he chooses to focus on.
The words he would say are on the tip of his tongue, but hesitation strikes at the last moment, so rather than answer verbally, he lets his hands slide down and come to a stop on her hips. His fingers lightly tighten against them, as if he wishes to turn her around to face him, but he does not wish to move her against her will either, and so he contents himself with lightly ghosting his fingers against the skin beneath them. ]