There was a moment of hesitation; maybe she misheard the fey? Definitely misheard, there was no way Mal could know.
Right?
"Gonna fly us or shall we go the old-fashion carriage ride to Charmington? Wave to the 'peasants' and such?"
"I feel the same way about Doug. He's [always] hovering these days."
Although the witch had a sinking suspicion of 'why'. Instead of dwelling on the thought, Evie slipped her arm around Mal's with a bright smile.
"Shall we, your purpleness?"
Definitely a Ben joke; one that the witch had heard far too many times. . . during meetings, of course!
"You need time [away] from your husband. . . "
The witch snickered, head shaking.
@aregalbeast Greed; it was sure to be her sin. Greedy for him, greedy for what she couldn't have, greedy for 'true' love. A questionable aspect of her life if childhood was anything to base 'love' on.
Hands pushed the blazer down his arms, stopping when she couldn't get the fabric --
"Wonderful!"
Finally to go to the spa without a mopey dwarf. Evie had slowly begun to mentally prep for the trip, lists being made, with a hum.
"It's actually in Charmington. Run by some fabulous little mice"
Hands were lifted to her shoulders, eyes wide with a hint of fear coursing through them; Mal on a rampage was not were Evie wanted to be.
"Wanna talk about it? I have an hour or two free."
@aregalbeast -- damned if she missed an opportunity.
Her breathes came in heavy pants, pulling back but only enough to take a deep breathe, holding herself steady on the toes of designer heels with hands moving from his hair to push aside his blazer.
@aregalbeast And just like that Evie was lost in him; the taste, the smell, the feel. Fingers curled into his sandy locks, holding him close, basking in the serene moment of just them. The stolen moments seemed to come fewer and fewer with the passing days, and the witch would be --
@aregalbeast There went her heart and all sense of reason; not that she had much when in his arms or even within feet of him. It was how the mess started, a touch and a whisper.
"Mmm. I was thinking more like this . . . "
Lips found his in a longer kiss, keeping the gentleness of --
@aregalbeast -- I'm hearing is. . ."
The witch rose to her toes, arms drapping along the royal's shoulders with a playful grin.
". . . we have time for 𝘶𝘴, hmm?"
@aregalbeast How could something so wrong feel so right?
The moment Ben had turned around Evie's heart was hammering within her chest, begging to jump out and be owned by him. Not like it didn't already belong to the king; her whole being did, but they had roles to play.
"So what --
@aregalbeast "And leave Evie4Hearts without my fabulous self?"
A brow arched despite them not being face to face; she was enjoying just having him in her arms once more. It had been a week too long in her opinion. A week of placating a worried dwarf that she was still his 'true love'. --