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The Scythe's Song	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 2815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She stepped out of the bedroom two hours later, the clock reading 7:30, wearing a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail. Jack had gotten up a half hour earlier.
"You bothered by something?" came a voice at the end of the hallway. Chris was standing there, wearing a similar outfit of all black.
"Why?"
"I dunno, you just look kind of far away."
She didn't think bothered was the right word, more like...stimulated. Learning about Jack's past was like brain food for her, she found it fascinating. But...
"Bothered? No, not really."
"So what's up?"
"...Are you my counselor now?"
"No, just can't really afford to have anyone distracted today, and since Jack isn't immediately available-"
"He um...he told me about Fraser."
"...Oh. And?"
"That was one of the jobs that Jack had you do before he permanently hired you, wasn't it? Cleaning up that body."
He nodded, leaning against the wall.
"Yep, the last one, actually. Dumped the body into the river in pieces, cleaned the car up, set it on fire with some gang symbols on it to make it look like gang activity, and then got into his apartment to make sure that there wasn't anything there that was incriminating to Jack. Was reported in the news the next day as a gang hit."
"That makes sense."
"I'm guessing he told you because you asked about the mural?"
"Yeah."
"And you're not freaked out about it?"
"What? About the fact that Jack killed a waste of oxygen for a friend? No, I'm not. I'm...just...it makes me wonder what else he is hiding from me if he didn't feel completely comfortable revealing that."
She wasn't sure that there was anything that Jack could do that would freak her out.
"...you're not used to Jack hiding things?"
There might have been hesitation, a few moments where he tried to figure out how much he wanted her to know, or whether it was the right time to tell her, but he had never flat out hid things from her on purpose, not that she could remember anyway. At least, not since Will had left. Before that, he had a grand time telling her half-truths, or spinning things in his favor, but after she gained more of his trust, a remarkable thing after what she had done to him, she became one of his only confidants. There were many times that he would come to the royal chambers just to talk, or to just sit and think about something without disturbance, or until she decided to ask.
"He didn't really before. Told me anything I wanted to know, sometimes things I didn't ask about. The only time he turned noncommunicative was when his ship sunk. But ever since he showed up at the hotel, ever since he brought me here, he has been keeping things away from me. The prison, the drugs, and now Fraser."
It made her a little uneasy, and her professional instincts told her that she should be suspicious of him, that she should be a little wary, but the other side of her knew damn well that he would never hide anything from her that could hurt her.
"...you know," she continued before Chris could respond, "I never expected him to even make it into the damn building when I led the cops to him. There has never been any kind of law enforcement that could sink their claws into him long enough to put him behind bars, with the exception of the day I met him. That's why it didn't seem like such a horrible thing at the time. But if I would have known that he was going to spend four years there, if I would have known that his freedom was going to be taken away, I would have just given him the damn car."
Chris drug his hand over his face, studying her for a second before responding.
"I'm sure he knows that now. And didn't it occur to you that in his mind, he just got you back after 40 plus years of thinking he wasn't going to? I'm sure he feels like any disturbance might send you away again. Jack got into some pretty dark places without you around, all of that stuff, to him, is now the perfect catalyst for you to leave him. There is also the fact that your relationship has new rules now to him since you are together together."
That had occurred to her, but she was just now understanding how much it really plagued Jack. It also occurred to her that Jack had never been in a real committed relationship before.
"I would never."
Just the thought made her physically sick, made her stomach churn, and made a throbbing pain creep into her skull.
"I'm sure he knows that too, but you and I both know that the mind doesn't always operate on what you know."
Just then, Jack appeared from inside the gun vault carrying a shotgun, and looked between the two, a question on his face.
"Everything alright?"
Chris gave her a pointed look before walking into the kitchen. She watched him go, feeling a little trapped. Turning around slowly, she found Jack staring at her with a mildly worried look on his face.
"I...I need," she started, then paused to run a hand through her blonde hair. "I need to talk to you for a second."
"What's u-"
Shaking her head, she pointed at the door behind them, trying to fight off the nerves that had no business being there anyway.
"No, in the bedroom."
She headed in that direction, him following just behind her, and she calmed just slightly when he rubbed his finger across her hip bone. Of course he could tell that she was upset about something. He had always been able to read her, even when she made the slightest clench of her eyebrows, or tensed just a little too much. It was like her emotions were on a bright flashing sign above her head to him.
When they got there, he set the shotgun against the fireplace and turned to look at her just as she pushed him against the door with her lips on his, a small noise of surprise coming from his throat.
He was looking at her when she broke away, and she held eye contact with him, seeing the question on his face, even a little bit of weariness.
"Listen to me. I don't care what you tell me, or what you are still hiding from me. Please don't think that there is anything on this planet that would make me leave you. I'm yours, Jack, have been ever since you saved my damn life the first time-"
He opened his mouth to say something, probably to argue that he knew, knew that she was his, or something else to avoid the rest of the conversation, but she cut him off with another kiss.
"I'm sorry, so sorry for giving you any reason to doubt me. You don't even understand how much I hate that I made you think I no longer cared. I care about you so fucking much that it scares me." Her throat got thicker, and she swallowed a few times before she continued.
"Just because we're actually together now doesn't mean that you need to treat the relationship like it's fragile."
Then she didn't even know what to say anymore as she started to cry softly against his shoulder. His arms came up to circle around her, gently rocking her.
"...I don't doubt you, love," he said after staying silent for a few minutes. "Please don't think I do. I just...don't feel like I quite deserve to act like I can take you for granted. I've always been like that, always assumed that there must be some catch to everything..."
"I know, and I hate the people that planted that idea in your head, but I promise you, I swear to god that I will never leave you again, no matter what. I love you, and I am so sorry that I left you for so long."
She watched his face, blinking away her tears, and pinpointed the beautiful moment when he finally completely believed her, finally allowed himself to truly feel secure in the fact that she wasn't going anywhere. Even if he didn't, she would continue to reassure him as many times as necessary. His hands came up to spread her hair out, then reversed them so that he was pressing her against the door, giving her a mind-numbing kiss of his own, slow and tender, as if he too was trying to communicate everything without saying anything.
When he broke away, he circled his arms around her again, burying his right hand in her hair to push her head into his shoulder gently, whispering a quiet "I love you too" into her ear. He embraced her for what seemed like hours, when in reality it was only a few minutes, the warmth and firmness of his body soothing her mental turmoil until it drifted away, forgotten about. She felt safe.
"I don't blame-" he started, then stopped. "...I'm not angry with you for disappearing. That whole thing is both of our faults. We were both stubborn, both rather stupid, and we piled up too many excuses and reasons that it just became...something that should have never happened."
He was right, it should have never happened. It was just a clusterfuck of misunderstandings, pride, stubbornness, and what ifs.
"I...I know I told you before that I didn't know you were in jail that long. I actually didn't even know you were in jail at all. I assumed that you never made it there, that you escaped, and that you were just pissed. Well, I came up with a whole plethora of reasons for why you never tried to contact me, all more unlikely than the previous one-"
"I forgive you for that, alright? Don't worry about it anymore. It won't do either of us any good to keep it in reserve for something to fight about."
"But-"
"Lizzie. You know me. When I don't want to forgive someone for something, I fucking don't."
He guided her away from his shoulder to make eye contact with her, searching her face to see if she understood.
"You did hold that grudge against Barbossa for...like...10 years or something," she said with a small smile.
"Exactly. Then I killed him, at least, for a little while, bastard."
Some of the weight lifted off of her as she laughed, kissing him again.
"Let's go get this job done, hm? Then you can show me just how much you love me when we get to Lima," he said, stroking his thumb across her cheek to wipe away the last remnant of her tears.
"As much as I want?"
"Darling, if that entire trip turns into just you tiring me out in the hotel room, you won't hear a peep of complaining from me."
"That would sound plausible if you were capable of being tired out."
"Well, feel free to try and achieve that impossible goal by any means necessary then."
She laughed, leaning her head back against the door, vaguely hearing Chris shout some kind of 'hurry up' from in the kitchen.
"We better go."
"Can't wait."
They both emerged from the bedroom at the same time, the shotgun balanced on Jack's shoulder, an all-black Mossberg 12 gauge from what she could see.
"Quick summary of the plan," Jack started once they were all standing in the same place around the kitchen island. "Chris and I will be in the McLaren, while Lizzie will be in the Viper. I will call in the threat from the burner phone, then we will wait for Shawn to give us the signal that they have left the police department. Meanwhile, Shawn will also be shutting down the traffic cameras once they are on the move.
"We'll get into position around the truck while Ringa is creating diversions and distractions. I'll blast the lock off, get inside the truck, dispose of the occupants, and then drive it into the industrial park, find the evidence, then we drive back here as inconspicuously as possible. That sound mostly fault-free?"
"Yeah, sounds about right," Chris said. "Time wise, we have about 45 minutes until the bomb threat is called off, and six minutes to get the evidence. Jack, do they have cameras on the armored trucks?"
"I think they have a dash cam, most likely outside, somewhere on the roof. Lizzie, if there is one, you're going to need to get rid of it right away."
She watched him, nodding, and appreciated how attractive he was when he was being the captain, the leader again. That was one of the things that had made him so attractive to her in the beginning after all. The authority, the power that he held by being a captain, especially of one of the most feared pirate ships in the ocean, was incredibly alluring and exciting. His ability to exert that authority effortlessly, just in the way he carried himself, in the way that his dark eyes could flash from humored to cold in the blink of an eye, spoke of a vast intelligence, one that aligned with her own so perfectly.
And even now, all of these years later, he still had the same precarious atmosphere swirling around him, a silent warning to anyone who might try to cross him, but now, it was only enhanced, built upon with each person he killed, each time he picked up a gun, each time something else he did was turned into a story, a story told by other dangerous people, a kind of respect thing, where even they had to recognize the skill level that he had.
Yet, he was the sweetest man, the most gentle person with her when she needed him to be, able to wipe away her tears, cradle her until she was happy again, make love to her in such a way that made her believe that nothing would ever be wrong again, look at her with his bottomless dark brown eyes with an intensity that made the rest of the world melt away.
"Here, I got these walkie talkies for all of us. They have a channel jammer in them so no one can link up to their signal besides us," Shawn said, passing them out. "Jack is an egotis-" he started to say into his, before catching the glare that was being sent his way, "-a very talented man that I'm sure will be able to pull the job off perfectly. What? I was just testing them. Making sure they worked…"
"I might start testing my fist on your face to make sure it still works."
That got a laugh out of Shawn, and then she realized that he was as close to an annoying little brother as Jack was ever going to have. He liked antagonizing Jack, for some unfathomable reason.
"Ok you two, try not to kill each other," she said, smirking at them.
Jack clipped the walkie talkie to the waistband of his trousers, and turned to Ringa.
"I'll let you know when you need to start making calls."
She enjoyed being part of a team like this, where she knew she could rely on everyone in the room to do what they were supposed to do.
"Sounds good, Jack," Ringa answered, giving him a thumbs up.
"We are going to sit in the parking lot for an hour or so, just to watch and make sure there are no immediate concerns that we need to address first. Since our cars are...not exactly going to blend in, we need to make our driving as smooth as possible to attract the least amount of attention. With the road cameras out, it will only be the public eye that we have to worry about. Thankfully, both cars' windows are tinted dark enough to keep our faces hidden."
"Let's go," she said, giving Jack a small smile. Even more than being part of a team, she enjoyed working together with him. They had the perfect synergy, the perfect balance between them to the point where they could pull off an entire job flawlessly without even speaking to each other.
Her, Chris, and Jack walked down to the garage.
"Here, love," she heard from behind her, and barely had time to turn around and catch the keys that were sailing towards her. "Don't crash it."
She smiled at Jack, sticking her tongue out at him. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Climbing in the car, she allowed herself a moment of excitement at driving Jack's car, much the same as when she used to get giddy at being at the helm of the Pearl. Turning the key, she reveled in the vibrations of the engine, and goosebumps flew across her skin at the sound of it.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
'Damn, I'm almost jealous of my own car.'
'It is a nice one.'
'You looked like you almost came when you turned the engine over.'
'Maybe I did. You can't see my hands. ;)'
'You should give me a show with those hands at some point. I miss watching you.'
She drew in a sharp breath at that. He had always loved watching her touch herself, his dark eyes following every movement of her hands, fingers, listening to every moan she made.
'Only if you return the favor. :)'
She loved watching him pleasure himself too, loved seeing the difference compared to when she did it.
'Haha, I think I can arrange that.'
'Good. Ready to go?'
'Chris is bitching, so yeah, probably. Lol.'
'Doesn't he work for you?'
'Sometimes you wouldn't think so.'
It took them about two and a half hours to reach the parking lot. It was just behind the police station. She had only been sitting there for about three minutes when her phone rang.
"Hey."
"Hey, love. I am going to add you to the call with Shawn and Ringa."
He put her through, making it a three-way.
"Ok, now that all three of you can hear me, I am going to give you a rundown of the road plan here. You are parked just behind the police station, and the truck is going to be taking Great George St., which is south of the station, and that turns into Birdcage Walk going west.
"This is the tricky part. They are going to cut through the courtyard of Buckingham Palace for extra security, so you guys will have to wait to intercept until they clear that-"
"Oh damn. I wanted to have tea with the Queen on the way."
"I saw the Queen once. Just a glimpse of her. It's a long story, but I think we made eye contact," Ringa said in the background.
"...I realize that you find all of this to be fun, but I would rather my employer not end up in jail, and I'm sure your girl feels the same way. Lizzie, since you will be in front, you will need to take Waterloo Place, which is a little bit northwest of the lot. That connects to Piccadilly, and you will take a left on that. It will bring you to the A4 motorway. Constitution Road, the road that they will take out of the Palace courtyard, connects to it. As soon as they clear that road and get on Park Lane going northwest again, get in front of them, but stay inconspicuous.
"Jack, you're going to behind, so you'll be taking a right out of the lot going south. That road is called Horse Guards Road. It connects to Great George St./Birdcage Walk. Instead of taking that, you will continue going straight onto Storey's Gate, then take a right going west on Victoria Street. Take that all the way until it turns into Grosvenor Place. Take that until you go right on Duke of Wellington Place. You will meet up with Lizzie and the truck there, and you should be able to slide right in behind, but again, stay inconspicuous.
"Thanks Google Maps," Jack snarked, making Shawn sigh dramatically while Chris snickered in the driver's seat.
"Go suck on your exhaust pipe," he shot back, then made a noise of protest when Ringa scolded him.
"Yeah, no thanks."
"Whatever. Both of you, once you hit the Marble Arch on the left-hand side, get going. You will have about six minutes before you hit the industrial park. It is a stretch of the A5 motorway. When you see Kish on the left-hand side, it's a restaurant apparently, the park is just past that by about ten seconds.
"Now, on the way out, you will need to take different routes home, because the cops will pick up on the fact that the bomb threat was a diversion, and they'll most likely know why. The goal, obviously, is to keep your involvement hidden-"
"Yeah, I was actually planning on strolling into Scotland Yard with a big sign around my neck that said 'Evidence Thief' in huge red letters. Wanna bet on how fast they arrest me?"
Her laughing at Jack's sarcasm seemed to make Shawn extra annoyed.
"Normally you could pick up the A40 motorway just a little south of the park, but they will be sending cops to patrol the first 10 miles or so of any motorways going away from the Buckingham Palace area. So, you will need to take backroads all the way west until you get to McDonald's at the corner of Church Road, the A40, and Western Ave. You can take a left there and get on the A312. You can take that all the way until it links up to the M4, and then that road should take you far enough to where you know how to get home. That should clear you of the cops."
"You know, you can get annoyed with Jack all you want, but you're the one that gets to sit behind the computer in the safety of Jack's house," she said. "We're the ones doing all of the hard work."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You guys are going to sit there for an hour or so, right?"
"Yeah," Jack answered. "Just until we get a feel for the area. Traffic, going-ons, etc. Then I will make the call, and you let me know as soon as that truck leaves. Shut the traffic cameras down, and we will go forward from there. And Ringa, you're ready to give us diversions?"
"Si, compadre."
"Sounds good. Shawn, I'll text you just before I make the call."
"Copy that."
The call ended, and she waited for Jack to text her since she couldn't think of anything else he was going to do to pass the time. He could pay attention to what was going on around him, as could she, while they entertained each other.
'I bought the plane tickets for Lima on the way over here.'
'Of course you did. When do we leave?'
'Next Friday. Today is Sunday, so that gives us about a week to lounge around the house and make sure that there is no blowback from this job.'
'You don't actually think there will be, do you?'
'It's a possibility, but we are both good enough at keeping ourselves out of trouble.'
'True. But this job involves more than we normally deal with.'
'Also true. We should be okay, darling.'
'I have been meaning to ask you something.'
'Oh yeah?'
'Mhm. Why did you choose the hotel in Mumbai to reconnect with me?'
She didn't get a response right away, and after a few minutes, she looked out of her window to find him staring out of his windshield, apparently contemplating. He could also apparently feel her staring at him because he glanced over and gave her the tiniest eye roll.
'What? I can't think for a moment?'
'Nope, not allowed.'
'Haha. And I don't know. Probably just had a moment of intelligence. You were collecting my things, and I had an opportunity to help out, so I did.'
'That's all? Just a moment of intelligence?'
'Dammit, you're going to make me get all sappy again. ;) Fine. Getting a chance to see you again...with a way that wasn't...that personal was a golden opportunity.'
'Why couldn't it be personal?'
'Do you really want to talk about this again?'
'We're not talking. We're texting.'
'...Whatever. Because I didn't know where I stood with you. If I could treat the meeting more professional rather than personal, I could figure that out easier.'
'Sounds to me like you just couldn't stand being away from me any longer.'
'Having you that close did make me realize how ridiculously long it had been. Too long, much too long. And if I were to tell the truth, I probably would have hunted you down with or without the compass as an excuse. The meeting would have just been much different without it.'
'But you had been close to me before. Remember, when you broke into my garage.'
'Testing the waters. That's what that was. I had half a mind to try and get into your house, but then I had another moment of intelligence and realized what an awful idea that was. By the way, where did you put the compass?'
'It's in my things in your bedroom. Don't worry, I'm not going to lose it. And I almost wish you had broken in.'
'What, so you could shoot me?'
'Both you and I know that you are too smart to let me do that.'
'I dunno, you have the tendency to mess with my ability to do a lot of things. Like think straight.'
'Uh huh. If I recall, rum seemed to do that perfectly fine before.'
'Very funny. You know, don't think that I didn't forget that we were separated. I certainly didn't. It was at the forefront of my mind every day, along with every reason that I came up with to put off trying to reconnect.'
'I thought about it every day too, which is why it's a mystery to me that I didn't figure out it was you before I got in the hotel room.'
Truthfully, it was probably because subconsciously, she had accepted that he wasn't coming back, and her brain had repressed any reaction she might've had to his signals. All of his pet names for her, teasing her, everything. Just blanked out, unintentionally forgotten in the moment.
'I enjoyed teasing you. You were awfully rude to me though.'
'You deserved it.'
'You're just annoyed because I look way too good in a suit.'
'You do look good in a suit. You should wear them more often.'
'Now now, I was a pirate. I can't just start dressing up every day. Wouldn't feel right.'
'Uh huh. Did I ever tell you that I finally got ahold of your jade dragon ring?'
'I wondered why I stopped hearing about it pass from person to person.'
'Oh come off it, you stopped me from getting it so many times...Just like the damn charts.'
'If you want, we can co-own the charts.'
'Speaking of, I can't believe that I forgot to tell you this. I managed to get my hands on the Pirate Codex a few years ago. It was actually a job, but I decided to claim it for myself once I figured out what it was.'
It took him a second to respond, and she figured out why when she found him glaring daggers at her from his car.
'...So that would be why it suddenly vanished. I had been trying to get my hands on it too.'
'I figured. We can co-own it too if it will make you feel better.'
'Probably won't ;)'
'You're annoying. :)'
A few minutes went by before he sent something else.
'Do you have any idea how happy I was (still am) to see you again?'
Her stomach did a couple of flips, and she was suddenly grinning like an idiot.
'You certainly hid it well.'
'I hid a lot of things well that night. Nervousness, happiness, doubt, you name it. Really all I wanted to do the second I saw you sitting on that barstool sipping the wine was throw you on the floor, or couch, or wherever, and just kiss you senseless.'
'I wish you had. Making me wait until the parking garage for anything was just mean. Then you made me wait again until we got to your house. Well, barely, lol.'
'I couldn't wait any longer. Like I said before, you're lucky I actually made it inside the house. And when we get to Lima, I'll touch you as much as you want, love. ;)'
'That is a dangerous thing to say to me.'
'Oh? Why is that?'
'We'll never actually get to see Lima.'
'Haha, I already told you that I would be fine with that.'
'If you say so. I was happy to see you too after I took a second to get over the fact that it was you who left the yellow bead that I had been obsessing over for three weeks.'
'Obsessing huh? That reminds me, I have the rest of them if you want them.'
'I figured as much.'
"I still want you to wear the outfit for me again.'
'I didn't forget, haha. And why, exactly?'
'I miss it.'
'Think I could get you in your uniform again?'
'We could probably arrange that somehow.'
If only she could...it was useless thinking about it because 12 million dollars was an unattainable amount of money, but it would be like rewinding back if they were to undress each other in their old outfits to make love in the Pearl. Just the thought gave her goosebumps.
'Good. So when do I get to see your house?'
'Oh! I had actually sort of forgot that I even had my own house. We can go there after Lima if you would like. I'm sure you'll like it.'
'I like everything of yours, darling.'
'I know you do.'
'Though I have always been partial to your breasts.'
A bit of a thrill shot through her at that.
'Oh? Why is that?'
'They're literally perfect, and I'm not just saying that because they're yours, even though them being yours does qualify them as being perfect by default. On a purely physical level, they're flawless.'
She couldn't help herself, but Jack sent another message before she could get a reply in, and it made the widest grin fly across her mouth.
'Savvy?'
Looking across the lot through her rolled down window, she saw his eyes sparkling as he watched her laugh, grinning himself.
'Well, care to elaborate more?'
'Oh, now you are just fishing for compliments. Again.'
'And you're going to compliment me. Again.'
'God, if I have to. They're perfectly round, not too big, not too small, just big enough to fill my hand. Perfectly placed, not too low, not too high, they are so goddamn soft, and your nipples are the perfect shade of pink. Really, every time I see your breasts I feel like Christmas has come early.'
Her body quivered with excitement, and her heartbeat accelerated just a fraction.
'Still? It's been almost 300 years.'
'And that means that I should be bored with you by now? Lizzie, darling, it could be a thousand years and I still wouldn't be tired of admiring your body.'
She sucked her lips into her mouth to suppress the grin that was starting to make her cheeks hurt. There was never going to be an end to the reminders of why she loved this man. He sent something else before she could reply.
'Are you saying you're bored with me? ;)'
'No, of course not. I feel like I would be a horrible person if I didn't internally worship your body.'
'Haha, why?'
'Because, I literally have full-time access to the sexiest man on the planet, and if I don't treat him as such, if I don't appreciate him, that would make me rather undeserving, wouldn't it? I'm sure there are plenty of women that would be more than happy to take you from me.'
Sneaking a peek at him, she found him with much the same grin that she had been giving him for ten minutes.
'Wow, the whole planet? Earth is pretty big.'
'I have seen a lot of men, a lot. And there isn't one yet that matches or surpasses you. It's the simple truth.'
'I'm flattered, love.'
'What else do you like about me?'
Shameless. She was absolutely shameless. Jack didn't seem to mind, though.
'I could go on for hours, but I will give you a short list. I like when you smile when you are alone and don't know that I am looking at you. I like the way your hair is extra poofy in the morning. I like the squeaking noise you make when you are laughing really hard. I like the way you bite your lip when you are confused about something. I like your moans. I like the way your skin looks in the sun. You kind of glow, and it's rather beautiful. I love your sarcasm, I love your independence, I just love you basically.'
Her heart was fluttering to almost unbearable levels now. This man. This bloody amazing perfect gorgeous man.
'I also like the way you look when I tell you that I love you. Since we are on a roll here, mind telling me what you like about me? :)'
'I like your hair. It's the perfect shade of brown, and just thick enough for me to bury my hands in. I like your smile because it can mean so many different things. I like the way you sort of push your lips out when you are confused or annoyed. I love your skin, always have. I like how complex you are. I like the way you touch me. I like your sarcasm too. I love how smart you are. I love that I am like an open book to you. I like how you are such a leader, how you can take command of anything basically at the drop of a hat. The king in me loves it, anyway. :) This might sound weird, but I love it when you swear. And I love the way you snuggle.'
The list was much, much longer than that, really.
'You like the way I snuggle? Please elaborate.'
'You don't just lay there. You touch me, you know, those little touches that only come about between two people that are as in sync with each other as we are.'
'Haha, I didn't realize that the way I snuggle wasn't normal. :)'
'Nothing about you is normal. Do you suppose I would settle for any average guy?'
'No, I suppose not. Ms. High Standards.'
'Well, you certainly leave those standards in the dust and then some.'
'What say you to leaving this parking lot in the dust?'
'Is it time to make the call?'
'It's time to make the call. See you at home?'
'See you at home. I love you.'
'Love you too, darling.'
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