He felt the tears and the tension easing from her by inches. Still dropping the occasional kiss on skin flushed from crying, Rory slid the fingers of one hand into Pippa's hair. As he gently combed the fiery locks, he pulled back just far enough to smile into her beloved blue eyes. "It means 'my forever love', sweet." He angled his head to brush his lips against hers, still smiling.
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Date: 2009-05-13 10:32 pm (UTC)