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[virgocat]

The air is hot at the top of the mountain, misty and hazy, even after the dragons defeat. Rosella lays on the ground by a meager dragon's hoard of gold and jewels. Her dress is torn in a few places, a faint tinge of red staining here and there from small cuts. Her face has a smear of soot across the forehead. She's breathing, which is a good thing, but her body is limp.

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[iv_rosella]

Her nose goes pink, which she thought she'd grown out of, and bites her lip.

"You're mean," she's not pouting, you're pouting!

[withimagination]

He grins, having amused himself quite thoroughly. "You pronounced 'charming' incorrectly."

Totally holding his arms out for her now.

[iv_rosella]

"Oh did I?" She tries hard not to smile, but she can't help herself. They just dealt with a very nasty dragon, and she wants to be in his arms in anyway she can. So she falls right into them.

[withimagination]

He hums and kisses her, taking it slow and deep. He wants to make love to her. Lifting up, he pulls away a bit to peel off the layers on his top half, hissing when he gets to his left sleeve. He turns back to her for help, holding out his arm and holding the shirts with the other hand. Help, fiancee.

[iv_rosella]

She immediately reaches to help him, her expression worried.

"Are you well enough for this?" The shirt is still discarded, but her hands are gentle as the touch him, so very careful of his hurts.

[withimagination]

He smiles softly. "I'm fine, love. Promise."

He pulls her back down, kissing her slowly and heatedly.