She did enjoy teasing him, she'd never deny that. Even when she'd been a little girl, she'd gotten a giggle out of the eyerolls her pre-teen betrothed would shoot her way. As the years went by and that teasing turned to flirting, to craving more every time she was with him, she learned what loving him really was. And those happier times turned darker and their love was tested and yet here they were, curled in each other's arms. And she wouldn't trade it for the world.
As they broke the kiss and his face rested against hers, she met his eyes with an adoring smile. Her fingertips traced his cheek, the soft scruff brushing against her nails. "Ideas, hmm? So I'm not supposed to get up there and just make something up?" She could, though. She was that sure of her feelings for him. She was, after all, the woman who'd created her own vows of love on the spot in the middle of a desert for all their friends to hear. Her eyes searched his, trying to say through her expression what all the words in the world never could.