Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.
Jocelyn yawned from her position on the swing, watching the sunset from her sprawling position. She was comfortable, almost dozing, on her choice of cushion, Grigg's chest.
Not bothering covering up the yawn that followed, she shifted, embracing her boyfriend's chest more firmly.
She felt him tug the rug further up on her shoulders and smiled contently.
They enjoyed the company of the other silently, comfortable, until Grigg spoke softly. "Marry me."
Jocelyn would remark to Sylvia later that it was amazing how she hadn't jumped up screaming and ran away, remaining where she was as the swing rocked backwards and forwards.
"This had better not be a proposal just because we're the last ones left," she warned lazily. She felt his indignation and smiled, unseen, as she continued. "Or because I'm pregnant."
She felt his reaction to that, his body going stiff. Lifting her head, she propped her chin up on his chest as she watched his face.
He seemed to have frozen, and no words were coming from his mouth. It only lasted for seconds before, in one smooth movement, he cupped the nape of his girlfriend/fiancée/future wife/mother-of-his-child's neck and pressed his lips to hers.
Parting, his eyes were dark as gazed into hers, his hands firmly bracketing her cheeks. "Say you'll marry me."
Their gaze held before he felt her nod her head slightly.
"I'll marry you."
Next chapter: Number Two.