The girl, folded in the arms of a sunset softened by clouds, smiled broadly at the contact, her hands lifting to twist in the fabric by the man's shoulders. "You know-" Her voice was almost silenced against his moving lips, his kiss strong and tugging her towards him as the man lifted a hand and hooked his thumb beneath her jaw, fingertips resting against her neck. The gesture worked to tilt the girl's head to his advantage, baring the access to a deeper exchange as the girl's mouth fell open to his and his exhale teased hers. "-I won't die if I don't kiss you once every two seconds," Her tone was playful, though she yearned for the contact of his mouth to hers when it was at an absence, her stomach twisting with a light pang she couldn't place in company of their lips together.

Eventually, the girl took a seat before his, immediately lifting her feet to rest on his lap though he did not mind; he found the gesture comforting. She reached for her cutlery and ate the meal in silence after expressing the degree to which she enjoyed the flavour—something surprising. It was a peaceful silence, a silence endured with grace before the pair cleaned up after themselves, and then made their way back to the room they had occupied an hour or so before. The girl smiled shyly, an expression the man who stood behind her could not see as he approached the face of her back, an expression kno

He nodded without thought. "You'd make a great peace worker—and you'd have a lot of fun doing it too... I think that's bloody great," Her eyelids were heavy as they spoke, but her smile and interest did not falter as she sighed deeply and settled further against him happily."I love you, daddy," She spoke each word without thought, not a trace of the same amused smile remaining.

"I knew I should've never introduced my girlfriend to my 'Xbox'," Jasper groaned the words softly with a yawn as he rolled onto his side, large hands tugging the girl to his side to a more favourable proximity."Good morning to you, too," Genevieve pressed a thumb to the glowing button to the centre of the controller, her eyes shifting to the man whose head lay against the pillow by the curve of the girl back. Jasper still lay, whereas Genevieve had already shooed away the lingering tastes of slumber with a seat against the mattress with the duvet by her hips.

Genevieve had awoken to an empty bed, as expected, bathed in a cold sweat. It was a sobering factor most unpleasant as she shook away all lingering thoughts of her dream and threw the sheets away from herself.It was an effort to air out the bed she was afraid she had dampened with the perspiration of a continued thought—a stain in her mind, too stubborn to wash away. Impulsively, the girl reached for her phone.