Moments
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Summary: Roger/Anita. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Lazy Sunday
Anita nuzzled a little further into Roger's neck as his long musician's fingers toyed with her hair. He smelled like pipe smoke, rosin and heaven. Pongo and Perdita lay curled together under the window, basking in the mid-morning sun. Another couple completely contented in just being together.
"Listen to this," Roger said, voice vibrating her as she lay curled to his lean chest. They had taken their tea and paper to bed and made plans to remain there the entire day, ignoring everything but this lazy Sunday. Roger read her the critique of the latest revival of The Tempest and Anita read him a few pages of her book. Next to the bed Pongo and Perdita were snoring. Anita was certain that this was the most perfect way to live, curled in bed without a hint of makeup, wearing Roger's nightshirt and making no plans to change anytime soon. Roger's hair was mussed adorably from sleep as he lounged in his pajama bottoms, big bare feet crossed at the ankle. His one hand playing with her hair as he read The Arts section with the other.
Oh if Cruella could see her now, Anita mused. This home was her castle and Roger was not just her Knight Errant but her best friend. Anita smiled and snuggled closer to him with a contented sigh. This was how it should be.