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\\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;\viewkind4\uc1\pard\f0\fs20 "Will you share your life with me," Roger sang softly, sitting cross-legged on the bare floor of the loft he and April had just moved into, all of his attention on his guitar, "for the next ten lifetimes? For a million summers, 'til the world explodes..." His fingers moved over the strings, careful, precise. "'Til there's no one left who has ever known us apart..."\par \par He stopped singing as April all but tackled him from behind, throwing her arms around his neck, and the impact of her colliding with him sent him lurching forward a little, laughing softly despite himself. "Hey!" she said brightly, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, arms still draped around his neck. "Haven't heard that one before. It's new, isn't it?"\par \par Roger set the guitar on the floor carefully before turning slightly to wrap his arms around April, kissing the underside of her jaw lightly as he pulled her onto his lap. "So is that going to be your reaction whenever I write you a new song? Tackle me halfway through it?"\par \par "Well, I didn't tackle you because of that."\par \par "Why did you, then?"\par \par "Because," April said, and leaned forward to nip at Roger's throat playfully, "you're sexy."\par \par "Well, I can't disagree with that," Roger answered with a smile, "though you keep that up and you're never going to hear the end of any of my songs."\par \par "You'll play it for me eventually," she answered confidently, not a question but a certainty. There was a pause, and then she kissed him, sweetly. "It's pretty, though. What I heard of it." And there was that hesitant, almost shy smile of hers, rare and perfect, the smile that made him melt every single time. "Did you really write that for me?"\par \par Roger laughed. "Well, who else would I write it for?"\par \par "I don't know..." April glanced down, her cheeks flushing a little, and Roger knew she had absolutely no clue just how charming she was when she did that. "You meant that?"\par \par April's train of thought always was somewhat convoluted, and it wasn't unusual that Roger had trouble following it. "Meant what?"\par \par "The... the song." She grinned up at him, her head tilted to one side. "You gonna be with me forever?" Despite the smile, and the cheerful tone, there was a bit of quiet seriousness in her voice that Roger recognized, not quite insecurity, just a request for reassurance. He smiled, nodded slightly, and kissed her forehead, fingers brushing lightly over her cheek.\par \par "Yes. I am," he answered, his tone completely serious despite a gentle smile on his face. "Forever and ever, no matter what, and there's no way I'm letting you go, for the rest of my life. Now." He was silent for a moment, eyes on her face with his eyebrows raised inquisitively. "I have one question for you."\par \par April frowned. "What?"\par \par Roger looked slowly around the loft, completely empty of absolutely anything, their voices echoing a little in the large open space. At last, he turned back to April, grinning cheekily. "In all that time we're ever going to be together, are we ever going to get some furniture in here?"\par \par April grinned and shoved him, and Roger fell back onto the floor, pulling April down with him. Her laughter echoed in the empty room, cut off after a moment by a warm, sweet kiss.\par
\\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;\viewkind4\uc1\pard\f0\fs20 "Will you share your life with me," Roger sang softly, sitting cross-legged on the bare floor of the loft he and April had just moved into, all of his attention on his guitar, "for the next ten lifetimes? For a million summers, 'til the world explodes..." His fingers moved over the strings, careful, precise. "'Til there's no one left who has ever known us apart..."\par \par He stopped singing as April all but tackled him from behind, throwing her arms around his neck, and the impact of her colliding with him sent him lurching forward a little, laughing softly despite himself. "Hey!" she said brightly, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, arms still draped around his neck. "Haven't heard that one before. It's new, isn't it?"\par \par Roger set the guitar on the floor carefully before turning slightly to wrap his arms around April, kissing the underside of her jaw lightly as he pulled her onto his lap. "So is that going to be your reaction whenever I write you a new song? Tackle me halfway through it?"\par \par "Well, I didn't tackle you because of that."\par \par "Why did you, then?"\par \par "Because," April said, and leaned forward to nip at Roger's throat playfully, "you're sexy."\par \par "Well, I can't disagree with that," Roger answered with a smile, "though you keep that up and you're never going to hear the end of any of my songs."\par \par "You'll play it for me eventually," she answered confidently, not a question but a certainty. There was a pause, and then she kissed him, sweetly. "It's pretty, though. What I heard of it." And there was that hesitant, almost shy smile of hers, rare and perfect, the smile that made him melt every single time. "Did you really write that for me?"\par \par Roger laughed. "Well, who else would I write it for?"\par \par "I don't know..." April glanced down, her cheeks flushing a little, and Roger knew she had absolutely no clue just how charming she was when she did that. "You meant that?"\par \par April's train of thought always was somewhat convoluted, and it wasn't unusual that Roger had trouble following it. "Meant what?"\par \par "The... the song." She grinned up at him, her head tilted to one side. "You gonna be with me forever?" Despite the smile, and the cheerful tone, there was a bit of quiet seriousness in her voice that Roger recognized, not quite insecurity, just a request for reassurance. He smiled, nodded slightly, and kissed her forehead, fingers brushing lightly over her cheek.\par \par "Yes. I am," he answered, his tone completely serious despite a gentle smile on his face. "Forever and ever, no matter what, and there's no way I'm letting you go, for the rest of my life. Now." He was silent for a moment, eyes on her face with his eyebrows raised inquisitively. "I have one question for you."\par \par April frowned. "What?"\par \par Roger looked slowly around the loft, completely empty of absolutely anything, their voices echoing a little in the large open space. At last, he turned back to April, grinning cheekily. "In all that time we're ever going to be together, are we ever going to get some furniture in here?"\par \par April grinned and shoved him, and Roger fell back onto the floor, pulling April down with him. Her laughter echoed in the empty room, cut off after a moment by a warm, sweet kiss.\par