"At least," she breathes out, moving with him slowly and in no rush. Her hands cradle his face and she kisses him deeply, languidly.
She never thought there would be a time she could picture herself getting married again, wearing a ring, but with James, she can, and she wants to. She wants forever with him.
When she does finally speed up, it's because her pleasure is there, hers for the taking, and she wants him with her, moaning softly.
He's keeping pace with her, kissing her until he can't breathe. Though neither of them has voiced it out loud, he's thinking the same thing; he wants her and needs her, always. The thought scares him and thrills him at the same time. He's never needed anyone else so much that he can't imagine even breathing without her.
He moves faster with her, though, and he knows she's right there, right on the edge. Pushing them both, he lets go, falling over the edge with her.
James makes her shatter, and Juliet cries out his name sharply as she tightens around him, jerking in his arms. Feeling him fall apart is what makes her come, and she just holds onto him tightly, shaking against him in pleasure.
He does carry her to bed, gladly, spooning her as he falls asleep. The next few months seem to pass by so damn fast, and they just settle more and more into their lives here. They're comfortable, and everything just feels good and perfect.
One week, they're hit with a lot of rain again, unexpectedly, and though thankfully James doesn't have to go far out this time around, he does end up coming home soaked to the bone a few nights in a row. It all catches up with him, and on a morning when he's due in early, he simply grunts when the alarm goes off, rolling away from it. He's warm, and it's clear a fever's brewing.
"Think you might have the flu. Oh, baby," she sighs softly. "Don't move."
Which she doesn't think will be a problem. Getting up, she grabs a bowl from the kitchen and fills it with cool water before grabbing a towel to sit and try and cool him down.
"I'm sorry you feel crappy," she murmurs tenderly.
He hasn't moved at all, finding that he's most comfortable on his back for now. He's stripped down to just his boxers, and that's perfect. "Think I'm dyin', Juliet," he jokes softly, eyes still closed as he lays there.
"Don't say that," she chides softly, stroking his forehead tenderly with the cool cloth.
"You'll be okay, I promise. I'll take care of you. I'm gonna go call Horace, okay? I'll be right back," Juliet tells him, wanting to get some water for him as well.
"Comin' out of retirement for me," he smirks sleepily. Once she leaves, he dozes a little, kicking off all the sheets and blankets. By the time she comes back, though, he's shivering.
She'll only ever break her rule for him. He's always been the exception for her. The exception to wanting to leave, to refusing to give her heart away again. James somehow managed to get the best of her, and keep it safe.
"Hey," she soothes. "You have a fever so it'll be a little back and forth baby. Drink some water for me and then I'll keep you warm," she promises, helping him sit up carefully. "Take the Tylenol for me, okay?"
Once he's sitting up a bit, he does take the Tylenol dutifully and he drains the cup of water completely. By the time he's done with that, he's exhausted again and he tugs the blankets up, resting his head on her shoulder. "Warm me up, baby."
He mumbles something, but keeps his eyes closed. Eventually, he starts to doze a little, and he shifts to lay more on her chest. He sleeps for about an hour before a coughing fit wakes him up, and he rolls away from her onto his other side, trying not to bother her.
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"You feel perfect," she whispers, losing herself in it for a moment, eyes closed and lips parted.
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"I'll spend my entire life loving you," she adds to her whisper, a promise.
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She never thought there would be a time she could picture herself getting married again, wearing a ring, but with James, she can, and she wants to. She wants forever with him.
When she does finally speed up, it's because her pleasure is there, hers for the taking, and she wants him with her, moaning softly.
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He moves faster with her, though, and he knows she's right there, right on the edge. Pushing them both, he lets go, falling over the edge with her.
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God, she's never been so in love.
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"Think I could stay this way forever," she admits
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She ever wants to be without him, really.
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One week, they're hit with a lot of rain again, unexpectedly, and though thankfully James doesn't have to go far out this time around, he does end up coming home soaked to the bone a few nights in a row. It all catches up with him, and on a morning when he's due in early, he simply grunts when the alarm goes off, rolling away from it. He's warm, and it's clear a fever's brewing.
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"James," she murmurs, feeling how hot he is and pressing a hand to his forehead now.
"Baby, open your eyes for me."
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Which she doesn't think will be a problem. Getting up, she grabs a bowl from the kitchen and fills it with cool water before grabbing a towel to sit and try and cool him down.
"I'm sorry you feel crappy," she murmurs tenderly.
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"You'll be okay, I promise. I'll take care of you. I'm gonna go call Horace, okay? I'll be right back," Juliet tells him, wanting to get some water for him as well.
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"Hey," she soothes. "You have a fever so it'll be a little back and forth baby. Drink some water for me and then I'll keep you warm," she promises, helping him sit up carefully. "Take the Tylenol for me, okay?"
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"I'll make you some soup later," she promises.
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"It's okay, baby," she murmurs. "Take slow sips of water."
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