Love Theme- Elizabeth: The Golden Age
His head hovered above hers, maskless, the ends of his wig brushing softly against her face as she slept.
It had been such a long day for both of them, but the virus was finally wearing thin, just as V had assured her it would.
And now she slept, sweet and prone, her back straight against the bed and her head tilted slightly to the side, auburn ringlets scattered about the white pillow that softened her sleep.
Her breath was slight, and ever so enticing. The scent of peppermint lingering upon it's slightly humid warmth.
…how he longed to kiss those tender lips, the one's emitted her soft warm breath. But he couldn't. Not even with those lips so close to his own.