Arriving in France (Part Deux)

[broadsword_babe]

Continued from here.

"We need to discuss something rather important..."

She isn't sure whether it is his tone of voice or his choice of words, but every wall she has ever hidden behind suddenly snaps right back into place.

"Oh?" she asks, trying to be nonchalant. "And what's that, then?"

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He listens to her and nods with each point that she makes.

"I do trust you, Freya. I never thought that I would really be able to. At least not with another immortal that would love me. You love me and I hope trust me, even though you asked that question that suggested that you didn't."

He shakes his head as he looks down at her hands, "I'm willing to overlook it." He looks at her, "I'm not going to leave you. I love you too much to do that. However, I might...be more cautious from now on."

"I do forgive you, though."

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She breathes a sigh of relief and smiles up at him.

"Fair enough," she answers, still smiling. "I will say this much, though. I'm through pushing you, testing what we have, and putting snakes in beds."

She then wraps her arms around his waist and lightly kisses his chin. "And speaking of beds, y'still wanna sleep in another room?"

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"Well, that's a relief." He says with a small grin because he really hates thinking about snakes in his bed.

He looks down at her for a moment, "No. I think I'll sleep with you tonight. I don't like to go to bed angry. It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay."

[broadsword-babe.livejournal.com]

"Good, because I'd rather not think of the alternative."

She couldn't help but indulge in a nice, long snog. Somewhere along the line, the warrior had been replaced by the woman, and she knows that as long as they're together, all's right with the world.

"So, any special requests for dinner?"

[iris-angel.livejournal.com]

"It's unthinkable." He says before she indulges in such a kiss.

He wraps his arms around her so he can hold her close to his body for a moment. It's as if he is re-familiarizing her against him again because it was close to not having her with him at all.

He pulls back, "I don't have any request, but I will help you."

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She doesn't mind being that close to him at all. It's a reminder both how close she came to losing him as well as the fact he decided to stay.

"Fair enough," she replied, smiling. "I was thinking something along the lines of chicken in a white wine sauce with some celery and carrots thrown in. It'll have t'cook for about an hour. So, we can do a bit more of a tour until it's ready or whatever..."

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"I believe a tour is in order. I would like to see the stables and all of the hard work that you put into them."

He looks at her, "I just wonder what happened to the people that were supposed to look after this place. We aren't going to find some dead bodies laying about, are we?"

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"Tour it is," she replies, stepping away from him. "Michelle and Henri are only here part time. Maybe once a week? I asked Michelle to stock the pantry and fridge before we got here. Henri must have cleaned up the yard."

As she's talking, she pulls out the ingredients and puts them on the counter: chicken, carrots, celery and onion.