He starred at her and he knew he shouldn't. She was a light sleeper. The lightest he had ever seen. But tonight, yes this night, she seemed just so content. She was asleep. Dead to the world. And Roxton was amazed. He hoped someone was listening as he sent a tiny little thank you to the heavens. There she was, for all the world to see, fast asleep burrowed in the arms of one John Roxton.
God, he was happy. Content. Amazingly thankful as he continued to stare at the naked woman in his bed. His bed. His woman. Finally.
He was sure that even saying half of the thoughts in his head would cause her to either hit him, or run away, or both. He imagined her saying "Your woman? You should be so lucky" or "Your woman? Surely, you deserve better, Lord John Roxton.
Just once he wanted her to say yes. To just allow him his protective nature to claim her. As no one else had managed.
As she snuggled closer in her sleep, John received the reply he wanted.
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Marguerite muttered slightly and arched further into the warm recesses of his body. He swore she moaned slightly at the contact.
He knew she was awake when he heard her soft chuckle.
"I think I still have my socks on, John'
Hmm, nothing but your socks my dear. I could get used to this"
So could I" whispered Marguerite.
He was sure the small phrase from any other human wouldn't stop his heart like Marguerite could. This was it. She was it. His everything, and his all.
Roxton burrowed his face into her hair and sighed, "Lets start everyday like this".
And he held his breath for her answer.
She timidly replied,
"Okay."