If I hold up hell, will you take the blame?
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
His words wrap around her like a warm blanket, weighing gently over her entire being with reassurance as he makes his vow anew. The One Shot doesn't respond, merely standing from her spot on the other side of the table and shifting around to him, Margot still held on her hip with one practiced arm. She bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, letting her breath mingle with his. There was nothing that went unsaid in that caress of lips and with one more quiet look, his wife took his hand, leading him to the twins' room to lay them down for the evening.
While there were very little words that night aside from whispered promises against skin and soft sighs of names, the Olsons once more found their way back to each other in a dance that only they could preform.
~FIN <3~
While there were very little words that night aside from whispered promises against skin and soft sighs of names, the Olsons once more found their way back to each other in a dance that only they could preform.
~FIN <3~
Cordelia
