@HerOwnLegacy_ I have never been happier to obey an order. Yes, ma'am! [Wrapping his arms around her, he leans in to kiss her long and deep, the kind of kiss you want never to end.]
@HerOwnLegacy -is getting cold. *This is where he's always belonged, where they have always belonged. Together. He knows he can face anything with her by his side*
@HerOwnLegacy *He grins back as he watches her reluctantly move from the circle of his arms, toward the edge of the bed. Lightning fast, he pulls her back into his arms* One more kiss, and then I promise we'll get up and get dressed. Can't have Alfred going into shock because breakfast-
@HerOwnLegacy -MIA, it could all look insurmountable. But I know you. You've got a plan to take care of this city, and I can hardly wait to see what it is. You're the brains, babe, but I'll be proud to be your muscle.
@HerOwnLegacy *His voice is a whisper, ruffling her hair* You know, I can hear you think, Red. It's barely dawn, and the wheels are already turning. *His lips brush her cheek* One of the things I've always loved about you, you're a bulldog when there's work to be done. I know, with Bruce-
@HerOwnLegacy -up, he pulls the blanket up higher to hide them both from the day. Just a minute, a second more of bliss. It's worth everything to have her in his arms a moment longer.*
@HerOwnLegacy *He smiles in his half drowsy state, feeling her move against him. Instinctively, he pulls her closer, kissing her hair and murmuring quiet 'I love yous'. Struggling against waking, he feels the bright sun on his eyelids and knows they've slept late, but instead of getting-
@HerOwnLegacy -imagination. But, as a smile appears on her sleeping lips, he accepts the gift as real. Kissing the hand holding his, he settles to sleep, knowing how lucky he is. This love, this brave, lovely woman, this is his priority. Nothing will ever get in the way of that again.*
@HerOwnLegacy *Long after she's fallen asleep in his arms, he lies awake, watching as the indigo sky lightens with the dawn. He's afraid to sleep, afraid that if he does, this will all turn out to be a dream, that this angel lying asleep on his chest is merely a phantom, a product of his-