Manning Thorsen believes in (othala) wrote in repose,
Re: Home: Iris and Manning
A conversation was supposed to happen, yet even he could tell the difference in her these past few weeks that even when she melted against him, left him craving more than her kisses. They weren't as timid as as they had been once, and this one wasn't gentle as their first kiss of the afternoon tended to be. No, one moment his mouth was slanting over hers, hand coming up to cup the back of her head and the next he had his free hand slipping around her back and he was picking her up, guiding her body up against his.
And it was easy, so easy to guide her backwards to the wall of their living room, against a spot that wasn't yet decorated with family photos and drawings made by their girls. Now it was just her, fair and sweet and hot in a way that Manning suspected only he knew about as they kissed. He let out a quiet moan as he pressed against her, and and again as his mouth trailed away from hers, down her chin, grip tightening on her hair as his lips moved down her throat.
"I'm going to marry you," he whispered against her skin and grinned, wide and happy, and came up to kiss her lips again. "Will you be my wife, Iris?"