bridgescribble | A big squishy duvet of a meme

It's the excuse you've been looking for to play soft, fluffy things.

Sharing is caring: You notice that the other person is in need of something--a beverage, or a space on the couch, or what-have-you--and you're willing to share.
Oh no oh no I'm sorry: You accidentally hurt them in a minor way, oh no!
Pets are cute: You're both cooing over something fuzzy. Kitty? Doggo? Tribble...?
Can't sleep: It's way too late but you just can't sleep. Fortunately you're not the only one up.
Stop and smell the roses: It's just a wonderful day to stroll around and appreciate life.
It's not that scary: One of you has to face down a fear--heights, wasps, planes. The other person is there to help.
Waiting for bail: The old saying, a good friend will bail you out--a great friend will be in jail with you, saying "that was fun!" Maybe a friend you didn't even know you had before today.
Cooking: Nothing brings people together like sous-cheffing for each other.
Viewer's choice! Idk man there's a lot of soft scenarios in the world, make up your own!

"Afraid not." too loud and indulgent. It wasn't really his style when before becoming a slave.

His eyes trace up her body, landing on her face, the sweep of her hair. He'd never get tired of it. He smiled slowly.

"Maybe a long while. I recall... You said you'd outgrow the twins after this was over. Is this where we run away into the sunset?" he wanted at least a night's rest first.

He stepped into her bubble, took her chin in his fingers. He didn't want to overpower her but he felt like she was brand new. He didn't think he'd keep his promise and here she was.

"Jill I..." his hand coiled around the back of her head and then he was hugging her.

"I think we missed our sunset chance. Might have to wait until tomorrow," she replies teasingly. She'll wait until he's ready, for however long it takes. After all, the plan involved him too; Jill would never leave without him.

She can feel his hesitance, the way he steps towards her as if she is a fragile ceramic doll he's afraid to break. Any protest about how delicate she's not is held back once his hand finds a place on her chin, her own hand coming to gently grasp his wrist. Gazing into those blue eyes of his, she's temporarily lost in them before he's holding her and it's more than appreciated by Jill's measure, this embrace that feels long overdue.

Jill doesn't know what he wants to say, but she's fully aware of what her own words will be next, said in a hushed tone for his ears only:

"Welcome home."

"Forgive my tardiness, my lady." he chuckled. He'd need a little bit of time to transition out of his role. To make sure Joshua was settled and Gav could handle the moniker of Cid.

It's not so much her being delicate. He knows full well that she isn't. It's the newness of their relationship and him not wanting to overwhelm her by crowding her against the wall. Who knows if she even likes that.

"Great to be home... It got close up there, Jill. Too close." he held her tighter. Thinking of how she flashed before his eyes at the critical moment.

He pulled back, framed her face in his hands, and kissed her hard. Like a man who believed he'd never see her again.

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