35. Hold My Hand(PsyBre) – 01/02/12
The request had been a rather odd one. Betsy was fairly used to Victor being sudden, whether with surprise trips or changes of mood. But even something like this was out of the ordinary.
"What?" She asked, violet eyes sparkling with unheard laughter.
A muted growl kept her laughter back, but she couldn't help but smile as her beloved managed to force out, "...hold my hand..."
She understood the importance of the request to him- his claws, unlike the Wolverines, were not retractable, but just as deadly. Slowly, gently, she laced their fingers together and continued to walk.