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Anniversary Silouette Epilogue

Her smile was like the radiance of the moon upon himin a void of midnight; a sight ment only for one. It grew more subdued, but no less vibrant, sincere, or potent as she descended the spiral staircase. Her femenine grace, tempered with mature confidence and a hint of childish exuberance provided a hypnotic effect in her unconcious stride towards him. Her eyes that had only scant hours ago disbelieving of his sight began to become hooded, as her eyelids grew heavier with every emotion she felt for him. It was like that every time she saw him, or her regarding the circumstances; even if she knew he was returning, her reaction was like protocol. Love did that to her, and no matter how much trust she put to him, she always felt as if it were the greatest surprise she had ever recieved, his returning.

He smiled, as he put his arms around her as she did to him; their almost silouetted forms becoming one undeniable form of two loves in the dim light. As she led their way through the rhythm and song about them with gentle sways and steps, her expression grew reproachful but without any true admonishment. He chuckled, leaning into her and allowing his lips to meet her cheek; an action he enacted, but benefited in every degree she did. The faint warmth, the headiness, the feel of it served as a resolute reminder of what she meant to him, and what he meant to her.

She shrugged after his smirk became chagrinned. With his rebutal, she rolled her eyes, reminded of one of the many things that kept her heart in his care. At his sternness, her mirth quelled slightly, before she leaned against him, her ear finding his heartbeat; a sound as beautiful to her as any well crafted song.

He smiled once again at her actions, knowing that this discussion had not its place now, and that her words would move him too far. This woman in his arms, she brought out so much in him that he never knew he could be capable of feeling, even after experiencing it so many times. This was why he kept coming back to her, and this is why he would be willing to find the ends of the earth, and tie them together just for her.

He tightened his grip on her, as the tempo and melody moved them about the floor as if it commanded their bodies for them. Her own voice as melodic as that it was syncronized with, stirring within him feelings that he knew had to be contended with soon..

Her smile grew bigger, as her words became an open invitation, promising him where she truly wanted to be... with him.

It was accepted, as his powerful and toned arms cradled her back and her legs, with her throaty and loving chuckle following them.

Fin (No, really, last epilogue, I promise!)