( Just now, she experiences a sort of peace and contentment that she has not felt in years. She closes her eyes, a small but honest smile curving her mouth as she winds her arms around him. With him here, she feels less exposed, less undefended—less alone. And in feeling him relax, the sense is practically infectious as any remaining tension eases clean out of her, and she is left huddled close, comfortable there against him. )
The honour is mine, then.
( There is definitely an undercurrent of affection here which she has not allowed herself to see or indulge in previously. She finds that she enjoys it. Still smiling, she meets him halfway to return his kiss gently, unhurriedly. When finally she parts her mouth from his, she's still smiling. )
Questo รจ qualcosa che ho potuto abituarmi.
( This time, she employs his mother tongue rather than her own, so that he will understand a little just how she is beginning to feel with him.
And she's right: this is completely something she can get used to. With great ease. )
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The honour is mine, then.
( There is definitely an undercurrent of affection here which she has not allowed herself to see or indulge in previously. She finds that she enjoys it. Still smiling, she meets him halfway to return his kiss gently, unhurriedly. When finally she parts her mouth from his, she's still smiling. )
Questo รจ qualcosa che ho potuto abituarmi.
( This time, she employs his mother tongue rather than her own, so that he will understand a little just how she is beginning to feel with him.
And she's right: this is completely something she can get used to. With great ease. )