 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris had never felt such relief from her lips on his own as he did at that moment, sure that he had never been pushed so far to his breaking point as he did just moments ago. But being away from Vianna wasn't easy. It was like there was a magnetic pull between the two of them that couldn't ever be broken, an instinct to be at her side because somehow his subconcious knew he was happiest there. It's where he wanted to be, where he belonged, that was where he fit perfectly, and over the past few minutes of being on the floor with her on the bed...the mere thought of sleeping away from her had become unbearable. They must've seemed ridiculous to anyone else, but that was just his relationship with Vianna, it was how they worked and he didn't want it any other way. The kiss expressed a lot of unsaid things between the two of them, all while quenching the extreme thirst the young man had for his wife's kiss, her mere touch. What was he thinking staying on the floor?! She was offering him kisses, the bed was the soft and warm and his wife wanted him up there with her! Pride? Forget pride! She'd just been teasing him before and their whole argument had been playful, he'd just taken it way too far. It was too far the second he laid on the floor away from her. He must've been crazy, he knew that much as they finally broke apart, his brown eyes fluttering open to sparkle at the sight of her so near to himself. He'd missed her. His entire self missed just being next to her and she was so warm... It'd actually been pretty cold on the floor, as she predicted. Ferris shamelessly wanted her near to himself again and watched with the warmest of lopsided grins as she announced that she'd kept his spot warm for him, pecking his lips and creating a short kiss that he returned lovingly for the moment it lasted. The young man watched her with sparkling brown eyes as she moved back over to her side of the bed, allowing him the room to gently climb back onto his side, bringing along that pillow and the blanket but hardly paying any further attention to them as he crawled beneath the warm sheets. "It was cold down there," he admitted softly like a little puppy taken in from the snow, a bit of an innocent half pout on his pale face as he sunk beneath the blankets, a part of him hoping that maybe Vianna would come closer to him, his chest rather cold without her there. Granted, in about two seconds his arms would find her anyway, but that didn't seem to matter to the boy that wanted every second he could with her.
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