urbandev | [130]

[Expertly, Reeve deflected the silly kitten.]

Neither did I, honestly.

[He rested his chin on her shoulder, purring happily as he inhaled her scent.] We should chose a date, at least.

[Her head tilted enough to let her cheek rest against his]

We should. So... how soon do we want to do this?

"August, maybe? Before it starts getting nasty?"

He knows they have to give everyone some notice, and really, he doesn't feel the need to rush this. Their current blissful state is too nice to wait.

Her head starts pondering at the mention of the month, figuring time and such.

"During the summer. Well, it's good to let people know so they have some time, but what happens if... people leave?"

It's a constant worry now.

He hears what she's really asking. What if one of them leaves? He tightens his arms around her hips, pulling her closer.

"Sooner?"

That makes a dozing Smudge 'mrrr' softly, as if warning Reeve that he has to share Anita at the current moment.

"We can do it in August."

He gave Smudge a Look, nuzzling against Anita's cheek.

"Love, if you want to do it sooner, believe me, I have no objections."

Smudge gave it right back and nuzzled deeper into Anita's lap, her tail flicking.

"You two behave."

"I'm behaving."

He reached out, tugging gently on that flicking tail. Behaving, sure.

"Forget what you know or what you planned on, sweetheart. What do you want?"

And Anita's hand reached out to swat his hand.

"I'd marry you tomorrow, but time is a good thing, too. I'd... like to let friends know and I'd love to have them there with us to celebrate. Hell Reeve, I just... want to be with you."

He caught the hand, lacing their fingers together.

"You have me, love. Even if we never get married, I'm not leaving you."

Anita stared down at their joined hands for several long moments.

"So when in August?"

"Early." He smiled, kissing her cheek. "We probably need two dates, in case the first is a curse day."

"Good idea. I'm not getting married again during a curse."

He nodded, tightening his arms around her.

"I'm so glad you chose me, sweetheart."

She hummed and let her eyes close, secure in his arms.

"... why'd you pick me?"

He stroked through her hair, gently gathering the strands and combing through them.

"Because, Anita, you're a beautiful, smart, wonderful woman. I can't imagine being without you, now."

"I meant at the beginning. After the mistletoe."

His touch was so relaxing.

The mistletoe. That's harder to explain.

He rested his chin on her shoulder again, his hands stroking her back and shoulders to relax the muscles.

"I think I had feelings for you long before the mistletoe. I kept my distance because I assumed we couldn't be together."

"Would you have come forward if I hadn't said kissing me during the curse was alright?"

She's just talking now; saying what's popped into her head before she can really think about it. It's another sign of just how much she trusts him.

"I don't know." He smiled a little, taking the opportunity just to watch her. Relaxed Anita might be his new favorite. Right after Sleepy Anita and Lustful Anita, and -- okay, he's not going to be choosing tonight. But still.

"After the mistletoe curse, I kept thinking about you. It was fairly unbearable, actually. But I don't know if I'd ever have acted without you encouraging me.

Smiling softly, she sighed.

"Well then, I'm glad for the curse and that I had the guts to tell you it was alright afterwards."

He laughed a little, leaning around for a gentle kiss.

"Your turn, miss. Why did you tell me it was fine?"

She let her lips play against his for a long moment.

"Because it was. I'd noticed you at work a few times, and you were always nice to me to begin with, but after some time, you started talking more to me. Then, I remember you coming to check on me during some rough curses. I was mortified, honestly, but... you never said anything about seeing me weak like that, or scared of me. That's a big thing, you know. Back home, everyone wanted me for my power or what I could do for them, but you acted like you wanted me for me. It was... something new, and I liked it."

"The more you tell me about your home, the more I'm convinced you know a bunch of fools." He shook his head, cupping her cheeks.

"You're remarkable, lover. Any man with sense would want you, and accept what he was being given freely."

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