[ She is looking at him with a fond kind of wonder, entranced by the integrated ease with which he wields his magic. This, too, he shares with her husband: the casual use of their power with no need of a focus, and no hesitation. No fear. It is simply part of them, like the hand she raises from his shoulders to smooth through the hair at his temple to gently begin the task of setting it to rights is part of her.
She thinks it is beautiful. She thinks they are beautiful, and it is in her eyes. In the slight lift and slope of her brows.
She is reaching for his face with her other hand again, trusting his hold and the way she is settled against him to support her, when she chuckles at herself. Extricates her hand from his hair. Finally takes off her other glove so that for the first time she can hold his face in both hands. Can ghost her fingertips down his jawline before replacing them with featherlight kisses so they can go off looking for the buckles and ties that will let him free from his armor.
The shape of the kisses change as she smiles; and between her placements of them, low-voiced, she finally answers his question. ]
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She thinks it is beautiful. She thinks they are beautiful, and it is in her eyes. In the slight lift and slope of her brows.
She is reaching for his face with her other hand again, trusting his hold and the way she is settled against him to support her, when she chuckles at herself. Extricates her hand from his hair. Finally takes off her other glove so that for the first time she can hold his face in both hands. Can ghost her fingertips down his jawline before replacing them with featherlight kisses so they can go off looking for the buckles and ties that will let him free from his armor.
The shape of the kisses change as she smiles; and between her placements of them, low-voiced, she finally answers his question. ]
Yes. This is better.