A kiss and another, and more to follow! You'll find, Katrina, that where I care to kiss, I become a singularly generous man.
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Well, and I have a prodigious store of kisses left untouched all these years. You didn't know, did you?, that your fortune in marrying me would be a wealth of fond kisses, my lips brushed soft against your cheek, imploring at your throat. I have such devotions for you, mijn liefste. I can't believe we'll ever see their end.
(That, dear wife, is one form of the fortune I bring. The other is... Mm. Well. We discussed the other recently, did we not? Your stroke of fortune stokes my own.)
(...And it is my fortune's fortune to have had your assistance, while jellied daggers could only quiver and sag to the tune of their self-styled fabrications.)
A game, Dearest? I confess, you have my interest. In point of fact, you charm me. You, possessed of this knack for play even alongside your familiar misanthropy. You, who smile and set the weary world at ease. You, who might draw the dourest of men convivial. (And you must understand that I speak for the dour men, being a paragon among their kind. Finding that my gloom disperses with a single glance from you. Charming creature; my darling enchantress.)
Mm, let's start with something striking. I see... A deep, shimmering amethyst.
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Well, and I have a prodigious store of kisses left untouched all these years. You didn't know, did you?, that your fortune in marrying me would be a wealth of fond kisses, my lips brushed soft against your cheek, imploring at your throat. I have such devotions for you, mijn liefste. I can't believe we'll ever see their end.
(That, dear wife, is one form of the fortune I bring. The other is... Mm. Well. We discussed the other recently, did we not? Your stroke of fortune stokes my own.)
(...And it is my fortune's fortune to have had your assistance, while jellied daggers could only quiver and sag to the tune of their self-styled fabrications.)
A game, Dearest? I confess, you have my interest. In point of fact, you charm me. You, possessed of this knack for play even alongside your familiar misanthropy. You, who smile and set the weary world at ease. You, who might draw the dourest of men convivial. (And you must understand that I speak for the dour men, being a paragon among their kind. Finding that my gloom disperses with a single glance from you. Charming creature; my darling enchantress.)
Mm, let's start with something striking. I see... A deep, shimmering amethyst.
What might it be, Katrina?