She loved the feeling of his strong, toned arms wrapped around her waist. She was thrilled in the knowledge that they would wake up every morning just like this, limbs tangled with her head resting on his chest. He was hers and she was his and they would grow old together. They would have so many children they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. He would get a job at a newspaper and she would work as a hospital nurse.
Sybil felt Tom's hands rubbing her back and she sighed contentedly. "Mmm…"
"All right there love?" She could hear the smile in his voice, so she lifted her head up to make eye contact.
"Oh yes. How could I not be with you here?" She pressed her lips to his cheek. "We will be married in a few days time. I cannot wait to wake up like this with you."
"Aye, but perhaps there will be less clothing involved…"
"Tom!" Sybil scolded with a small smack to his chest.
The Irishman's eyes twinkled in delight. "That is my name. I intend on making you scream it when I-"
She flushed and shivered, but tried to maintain some semblance of propriety. "Tom Branson, that can wait until we are married." She shifted her position and sat up straight on the bed. "If you intend on taking things there, I will simply have to leave."
"No need for all that," Tom murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back down.
She smiled, closing her eyes as she nuzzled closer to Tom's warm body. She was slowly drifting off to sleep when she felt fingers dancing along her sides. Giggles burst through her lips as she struggled against the grip Tom had. "Tom! Stop!" She felt the bed shift and suddenly he was atop her. His eyes with bright with unspoken laughter and a smile was tugging at the corners of his lips. "You are incorrigible!" Sybil exclaimed with another giggle.
"Will you still have me?"
She slipped her arms around his neck, her lips brushing his for just a moment. "Always."