 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris, too, was starting to feel a sort of freedom in the way that they could just pull each other over to the side whenever they felt like it and start to kiss for however long they felt like. It sounded a little silly, but it was spontaneous, and sweet, and just what the young man loved to share with his wife. Throughout the past few months, it had felt like he'd been separated a little bit from Vianna, even though they'd been in the same house, just because they'd both had work to do every weekday, and even some work had to be brought home. Granted, they still had time to share together, but there'd always been that little nagging thought in the back of their minds of something they had to get done or figure out. But now they were just...free. There wasn't a care in the world; work had been put on hold for a couple weeks, they were miles away from any other people, it was just them and it felt perfect. Ferris returned her kisses lovingly, unable to help himself, as the one thing that had yet to change and he was sure would never change was how addicting he found her lips to be on his own. He loved to kiss her, it was almost like breathing to him (ironically enough); it was all about instinct, he never had to think about it, but he wouldn't be able to live without kissing her.
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