 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris's eyebrows rose slightly as Vianna told him he didn't have to be sorry, the slightest hope that she'd realized what he was talking about in his eyes. And as he listened to her explain that there was nothing to be sorry about as they were married now and it was their honeymoon, and she proceeded to plant her lips on his own, all signs pointed to yes. Slightly surprised, the boy couldn't help but return the kiss lovingly, his arms pulling her even closer once more. But...were they really on the same page? He couldn't help but feel as though maybe she still wasn't thinking about what he was thinking about... And though that seemed completely mad as it seemed obvious for him to get the wrong idea from her words, Ferris was far too accustomed to Vianna and her gestures. And when there was something new happening, she often turned flustered, she rarely jumped into things head first. And being the cautious boy he was, not even her sweet kisses (which he returned enthusiastically as he'd been practically dying to feel her lips back on his own) could keep him fully distracted from the fear that maybe he'd upset her if he just assumed things. "Vi..." he murmured softly, brown eyes dazed as his forehead leaned against hers, his lips mere inches from her own and just begging to get back to hers. But it was extraordinarily difficult to stay away from her lips when it felt as though there was some sort of magnetic pull between them. "W-What do you think...I'm thinking about?" he asked softly, distracted.
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