i love this couple. i loooooove this couple. they're going to have some damn attractive babies.
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My arms are like the twisted thorn
And yet there beauty lay;
The first of all the tribe lay there
And did such pleasure take;
She who had brought great Hector down
And put all Troy to wreck.
She's there, lying in his arms, her cheek smudged against his chest, one leg draped over his, but he still half-wonders if she is nothing but the product of his fevered imagination, soon to disappear as the grey light of dawn grows bold and becomes morning.
This is the first time they will wake up together as man and wife; it's a giddy thought, one he had never really considered in all his lonely garage daydreams. The night of, yes, of course - and how hard and yet how irresistible it had been to meet her eyes the next day, to ask where she was off to. But he had never paused to ponder the first morning, this first morning, and now here he is, living it.
She's Sybil now, well and truly. Not Lady Sybil, not the Earl's daughter, but Sybil. He loves her firecracker spirit with its waving flags and marching band - her passion, he thinks with a grin - but it's funny the way his heart pounds even faster to see her so unguarded, so natural. It's in her gentleness that her true mettle shows; she is never so strong to him than in moments like these, when she looks so young and soft. She's a conundrum, his Sybil, and one he will never tire of puzzling out.
She stirs then, stretching like a cat. She settles with a thoroughly satisfied snuffle, curling tighter against him.
"Good morning, Mrs. Branson," he murmurs, nudging his nose against her forehead. She smiles widely, eyes still closed, and he presses his lips to her temple.
"Good morning, husband," she whispers and she blinks slowly, luxuriously awake. She gazes up at him and he puts his arm around her; his heart still catches when she molds herself to him, as if there were no place else she would rather be than in his arms.
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poem by w. b. yeats, an irish writer in the early 1900s. fits them well, don't you think?