09-12-2010, 12:30 AM
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#2235 (permalink)
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| Niffler
Join Date: Jun 2005
Posts: 20,190
|  Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
OOC: 
Ferris hadn't been thinking much about what he must've looked like to his wife, hadn't realized that it was quite easy to assume that he'd fallen asleep. His mind was too interested in thinking about her, daydreaming (since he couldn't fall asleep) about her scent and how warm she was, and how good she always felt wrapped up in his arms... Maybe he should...turn around. Would she talk to him? Would she let him slip his arms around her like he so desperately wanted to do? He wasn't sure but he was sure that he was going to have to try; this option of just sitting and staring at the wall on their anniversary was not working out.
And then suddenly, as the silence grew too much for him to bear and he was tempted with the idea of turning around and speaking, he felt the bed move. It was moving, just barely, though nothing was being said and he was sure that it was Vianna moving...closer? And it was then that he felt the warmest of presences curling up right behind him, cuddling up next to him but remaining entirely silent. He froze for a moment, brown eyes widening at this unusual interaction, as just moments before he'd assumed that Vianna would most definitely not be the first to cave. But then the warmest of smiles then crossed his pale features, his entire body relaxing as he felt her presence right near him. He'd missed her; far too much for the few minutes that they'd been sitting in silence, just a few feet from one another. And so, after a few moments of simply relishing in the knowledge that she'd come to join him, the young man very carefully turned around, twisting gently over until he was facing his wife. Ferris beamed at the sight of her, his brown eyes finally able to relish in the sight of her expression, despite the fact that her beautiful blue eyes were closed. He took in every bit of her face, from her soft cheekbones to her little nose, down to those rosy lips he loved more than anything else. The funniest part was that he assumed she was asleep, and he remained completely and totally silent as he admired the sight of the girl as though he hadn't seen her in decades rather than minutes. She was just so beautiful to him...and his arms practically ached in the need to slip around that slender waist, to feel her near to him once more.
She wouldn't...wake up if he did that, would she? If he was really, really careful and gentle she might not really feel him slipping around her, right? He couldn't resist it, even if the answer might be no, and so his large warm hands very gently found the sides of her waist, slipping just barely beneath the hemline of her shirt so he could feel the smooth, tan skin beneath. From there, he very slowly and carefully allowed his arms to fully wrap around her, his hands making their way to the center of her bare back, relishing in the feel of her soft skin beneath his touch. He pulled her very carefully closer to himself, immediately loving the feel of her so near to himself once more, his brown eyes never leaving that beautiful expression he loved so much.
How could he have been so stupid as to just ask her to keep her hands to herself!? All he wanted right now was to feel her hands anywhere on him, to feel her wanting to touch him on his face, on his chest; anywhere, it didn't matter. But she was asleep, that would have to be postponed for now, it would seem.
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