The Kidnapping of a Harpy - Beach House - Griselda/Estaban

She kissed him, but it was a slow one, long and full of passion, as well as long and satisfied. But her look? That was positively wicked. Not quite evil, but wicked.

"Will you, now? We shall see."

She didn't look disposed to doing it just yet. The truth was, she was a bit tired, too. Which meant that she was more than happy to just cover his body with her own, her arms wrapped around him, just relishing his touches and his warmth. She was... happy.

He laughed and kissed her again. He was happy to have her there, to be able to touch her, to feel her against his whole body, to hold her. She falt so good and he had missed her closeness.

"I guess we will."

Missed her closeness? Since when?! She grinned at him and leaned up to kiss him again.

"I love you. Terribly."

Since he was chained and unable to touch her for an entire day?

"Hmm, I enjoy your love.. and the terribly. Yum."

She smiled and rested her head against his shoulder. She closed her eyes, shivering once, likely due to remembered pleasure.

"You're a brat. But you're mine."

He smiled and closed his eyes, feeling her against him, concentrating on just having her there.

"Yes to both. Without compunction or match."

She laughed quietly.

"There is no match for you."

She didn't bother opening her eyes.

He sighed and smiled,eyes closed and relaxed.

"Not true. You are my perfect match."

She smiled.

"Now you're being silly. Nobody is perfect."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I didnt say you were perfect. Lord knows you are far from that. I simply said you are perfect for me."

She nipped at his shoulder.

"Lies. Lies and slander."

He laughed and wiggled happily.

"Lies at the fact that we are perfect for each other?"

She kissed his shoulder, laughing softly at his wiggle.

"Yes. But it's okay. I'll take whatever we actually are."

He smiled and kissed her gently.

"What, do I not feel perfect?"

She laughed.

"No. But you feel like the love of my life. And that's good enough."

He chuckled at her.

"And you feel like the love of my life. And do you not realize, that is perfect, for me. I can not think of anything more perfect."

She shook her head.

"I realize what you mean when you say it. But without the imperfections, you would not be you. And I wouldn't say that you are perfect for me... because it's the imperfections, those things that aren't perfect, that make me love you. That make you who you are. And all that I love is you, just as you are, imperfections and all. They make you special, and I love you for that."

He smiled as her logic.

"So your love for me is just as I am, with every part of me and nothing else will make me better. Thus.. with everything, all my problems..I am perfect for you. And I feel the same way about you."

She bit his shoulder, just for good measure.

"If that's the way you look at it, yes."

He gasped and arched into her mouth.

"Well yes, that is the way I look at it."

She smiled and kissed his shoulder, where she had bitten him.

"Then I suppose you are. I love you madly, you know."

He moaned and then growled.

"Madly being the operative word."

She laughed quietly.

"You like it."

He smiled.

"I am mad about it. Crave it in every way. Be mad about me..."

She laughed softly.

"Didn't I just say that I was?"