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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rose was tired, exhausted really, but it didn’t matter. Not now. She could rest later. Right now her body and mind was thrumming with excited content at being with Rolf again, seeing him, touching him, kissing him and just trying to get as close to him as was physically possible right now. Her breath caught in the back of her throat when he used the diminutive of her name. “My Roffe,” she breathed, her legs tightening around his hips to press closer to him as he sat down.

Home. Rolf kept saying ‘home’ and Rose knew that she was home, she felt home, and yet as she pulled back slightly, just to look at Rolf for a moment, she knew that she was and it had nothing to do with their location. “You’re my home,” she whispered, bearing down against him, her fingers back in his hair as her arms tightened around his neck and she buried her face against the warm skin under his jaw. “You’re my home,” she said again kissing her way back up to his lips, “no matter where we are.”