Serious Talks (Estaban) - Beach House - Estaban/Griselda

She looked up at him, her eyes slightly confused. She reached up to cup his cheeks, her head tilting just a bit.

"What do you mean, love? Was what enough?"

He smiled and kissed her.

"I am new at rites, at ceremony. And this...this is the first part of the most important one in my life. I want to... to know that it feels right, feels real. This is a very important night to me and I want it to be... perfect. I love you. I am pledging my life to you...."

He kissed her gently. Sometimes words just did not work.

She kissed him gently, her lips moving over his as she shook her head.

"There's no "right" or "wrong" way to do this sort of thing, my love. As long as you say what is in your heart, it is perfect."

She leaned up and kissed him gently again.

He sighed.

"Maybe not. But I just want everything to be perfect for you. You mean everything to me

He hadn't just said everything in his heart, he had done it and they had shared minds as well.

She leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips. She pressed herself against him, her breasts against his chest, and shivered once again.

"My love. Oh, my love. Everything is perfect. You are perfect."

She meant it. She was so happy, so relaxed and at peace. He could feel it through the way their minds were linked. Peace, comfort, happiness, relaxation, love. And so very, very grateful.

He shivered as well. The feeling of her against him energized him again.

"You are what is perfect, in my life and in my heart."

He kissed her again.

Once again, she kissed him, her arms slipping around his neck once more. She was happy, content to just stay there, in his arms, like that... for as long as he wanted.

And he could be no happier than to have her there with him.

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