I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song
06-21-2013, 01:39 AM
She'd...She'd....She'd said yes! Holy crap, she'd just said yes! Cherokee took several moments to process her words, his mismatched eyes blowing impossibly big as he dumbly stared at Song, trying to process the fact that she had just accepted to be his mate and wife. She. Had. Accepted. She. Was. Going. To. Be. His. Wife. Song was going to be his wife. How much luckier could he be?! She was the most incredible woman he had ever met in his life and now he had the privilege to call her his! He wanted to jump up and around screaming to the world that he was now the luckiest man in the world. If he was still living with his family, he would've already been bounding his way back to his parents to tell them how amazing it was that he had found his woman already and how it was love at first sight just like them. But he wasn't with them anymore, so he would settle for screaming it to the world. Once he was able to talk again of course. His new wife fawned over him with kisses, her pretty little tongue sending jolts of pleasure down his spine, stirring him from his shocked state as her words finally hit home. Oh, Cherokee how could I say no! I would love to be called your wife. An uncontrollable grin split his features as he allowed his crown to tilt back, ebon kissers coming together as he sung to the heavens, unable to contain the emotions that were crashing through him. SONG WAS HIS WIFE! He allowed it to echo out after a moment, mismatched gaze returning to his new wife's own, as he allowed his own salmon tongue to graces across her pale lips repeatedly. You've just made me the happiest man in the world. he whispered, pressing his nose against her own as he gaze into her eyes, unable to draw his gaze away. Talk like this |