Crimson Tears
(part ten)
"It's been nearly thirty years. You'd think someone would have figured you out by know," Ravess said, stretching out her legs.
"You just found out that I have red hair less than two hours ago."
"What can I say? You hide it well."
She laid her left leg on his and stretched her arm across his stomach. Her head was now on his chest.
"Comfy?" he said, looking at her.
"I am now," she replied, grinning.
He rolled his eyes then kissed her on the forehead, inhaling her scent.
"Okay, get on with the story," she said, slapping him softly on the chest.
"Promise you'll stop interrupting."
She closed her eyes. "No."
"You enjoy doing this to me, don't you?"
"Yes." She smacked him again. "Now get on with it."
"Ow." He rubbed his chest.
"Baby…."
He grinned. "Well, a lot of it that involves the prophecy happened when I was small. My parents told me about it when I got older…."
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It's kind of like in "The Princess Bride" where Fred Savage's character kept interrupting his grandfather while he was trying to tell the story. Although I think Ravess does it on purpose.