Unabashedly. [He smiles down at her, and flashes back to the months he spent healing after Montenegro. Well, not all the months, just that week or two near the end, when he'd been so blindingly in love that nothing in the world had mattered half so much as taking a walk with her.
He kisses the crown of her head, and carries her through the suite and into the bedroom, setting her down delicately on the bed and half kneeling over her.]
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He kisses the crown of her head, and carries her through the suite and into the bedroom, setting her down delicately on the bed and half kneeling over her.]
Not that you'd have it any other way.