Audrey
Lovely Audrey
Audrey!
She had called him her man!
And her graceful hands were running along his back... which was shaking... hopefully not noticeably, oh God... which he hoped was no longer shaking, as the long- long -awaited-but-not-anticipated feelings of her elegant back against his hands, her soft so soft lips, her strong and divinely angelic legs pressing against and entwining with his, almost as if she didn't want there to be any distance whatsoever between them ever again either, her ... made the task of attending to anything outside of her, even his near-omnipresent self-loathing and policing, incredibly difficult and downright unpleasant... even moreso than usual. He had never even in his wildest hopes and dreams had the slightest hope of her, in all her spectacularity, returning his feelings or wanting to be with him... which she probably did, considering their current position and the undeniably mutual nature of the more verbally-oriented exchange they had shared moments ago... it was undeniable, surely?
His uncertainty escalated further as he felt Audrey break their kiss and was abated just as quickly as she pressed her cheek against his and, in between slight gasps as she caught her breath, murmured something that could charitably be interpreted as "I love you so much." What would certainly not be the first or last overwhelmingly immense wave of love towards her that night inspired a similar confession in him, which was then almost entirely caught in his throat slightly after the last second by his lack of absolute certainty that she really had just confirmed that the feeling was mutual. Gathering courage and strength from her miraculous presence, Seymour instead responded by resuming his kiss on her cheek and was quickly reassured and awed as he felt her react by smiling and tightening her embrace.
With an almost entirely unfamiliar boldness coursing through him, Seymour started tracing a line from her cheek to her stunning neck with his lips, progressively leaving lingering and tender kisses further and further downwards. Audrey melted into his touch and breathlessly uttered his name, rousing further normally foreign confidence and... contentment? in him... which was quickly scattered as she suddenly stiffened slightly. Which meant that he had screwed this up somehow, of course, like he always did. Seymour ashamedly moved his head back to its previous position and managed to force himself to meet Audrey's warm brown eyes, which, surprisingly, matched what his likely currently looked like in shame and mortification. Simultaneously, they apologized as Audrey refocused her gaze at the ground and gingerly rubbed her neck with her hand. ...Wait... she had apologized? For some reason? Seymour resumed running a hand along her back reassuringly and started to ask her about this, immediately stopping as she started to speak.
"...Sorry... I know real women don't have... bulging necks like that... or death wishes for their boyfriend for that matter... maybe..." Her voice caught in her throat, and she blinked several times before continuing. "...you'd be better off with one?" Seymour struggled to make sense of what she had just said, given the heavenly and entirely unmasculine curves of her neck as well as the contrastingly male and horrific violence that had more than justified any ill-wishes she had borne towards that creep dentist... and the others before him. His heart-wrenching empathy and love towards her and hatred towards any lowlife drips who had ever done anything to make her feel this way complicated this task further, and he got his wits back about him and tightened his embrace reassuringly, wishing that his height wasn't likely to make the situation worse.
"Audrey, no, you're the most wonderful woman that ever lived, you're so str-resilient and graceful and beautiful and amazing and I-I'll-d be so lucky to have you and be by your side... if-if you'll have me?" He pulled back slightly so that he could see her enchanting face, attempting to maintain as much physical contact between them as possible, and met her now contemplative and almost... overwhelmed? gaze, feeling a flash of alarm as she brought the Kleenex he had given her to her eyes after a few seconds. "...Sure... of course I'll have you, if you're sure you want that... you've always been so wonderful to me, and sometimes I can almost believe that that's what I deserve, not the... bruises and the handcuffs." Seymour found himself almost instinctively running a hand along her wrist, admittedly not undoing what those jerks had done to her no matter how much he wished he could but hopefully providing some comfort and healing in their wake.
"Audrey, you deserve so much better than what those bastards and this place have put you through, and I-I swear to you, I-I'll go to the ends of the Earth to show you that and provide you with what you do merit." His heart soared with love and pride as she gave him a slightly sniffling smile before resting her cheek back against his and near-whispered "Oh Seymour!" into his hair, and his mind swam with images of bouquets of flowers, especially her favorites, pink lilies, the nicest dates that could be arranged in a dump like this if... until? they could finally escape together, and mostly suppressed for the moment memories of the horrific acts he had already committed in order to protect the phenomenal woman who had by some miracle agreed to be his girlfriend! After the most amazing and astounding of miracles had already somehow been bestowed upon him, Seymour felt an oddly strong sense of hope that the comparatively likely-seeming ones of him successfully showing Audrey her loveliness and deservingness, as well as things generally working out for them, weren't too much for him to hope for.