Re: FIRST DANCE – Dean & Claire;
Dean soaked up each of the short, gentle kisses and when her lips touched his he kissed her, pausing his steps so that he could kiss her fully without risking stepping on her foot or ripping her dress. This was meant to be a photo op, his gift to her, but the more he moved with her, focused just on her and let the words sink in passively, the more he realized it was a gift to them both. He'd never forget this moment, and when he thought of her, no matter how far in the future,, he'd always see that wide, brilliant smile on her young face as she looked like a vision in white. Brides had always seemed so generic, so bland, like hunters wrapped in misquito nets ready to pounce on a man and trap him forever. He never thought he could look at one without swallowing hard and fighting the urge to run, but with Claire it was different.
He pulled her closer, then tilted his head slightly so that his lips were near her ear. His words, now more sung than spoken but so soft that only she would ever hear them, were meant for her alone.
Just close your eyes Each loving day I know this feeling won't go away Every word I say is true This I promise you
It was important to him that she heard that part if nothing else. His feelings weren't changing, no matter how fickle he was famously. He was hers forever.