He'd expected to fall asleep, let her move to him and enjoy the rest of the night away; only he felt a sudden smug satisfaction. After a many weeks, months, he had exactly what he wanted.
Warrington turned to her, propping himself up slightly on a bent elbow and hand to look at her softly, reach out his other to brush her hair back and caress her cheek.
He seemed to study her eyes, his eyes flickering between the two before he leaned in softly, kissing her tenderly. "You-" his lips nearly caressed hers as he spoke, having not pulled away nearly far enough to keep from touching, "are perfect." Charles leaned in again giving a long, slow, meaningful kiss before sighing as he pulled away, this time far enough their lips were no longer touching; however, his body moved to hers, letting an arm slide down, wrap around her waist as he laid even leveled with her, their eyes meeting.
"I could just marry you one day." He said quietly, almost adoringly, though quiet, as if the words were not necessarily meant to be spoken aloud.