The Hangover

Once the two of them had gotten fully settled into bed together, Romulus was finally able to let his exhausted, weary body relax. With Lillith tucked up snugly to his side, her body fitting perfectly against his like she was always meant to be there, and her head on his chest and arm around him, the Armada wolf couldn't think of a place he'd rather be than right here. Okay, sure, maybe he'd like the pounding in his head and overall fatigue and nauseousness to be gone, but everything else could stay the way it was. Roman wrapped his foreleg around Lillith to keep her held tight and secure to him, letting her use him as her personal pillow, while he gazed lovingly at her through the darkness. He could just barely make out her garnet gaze in the dark of the quiet bedroom, listening to her steady breathing between her sweet words. It was in that moment, gazing at the love of his life, that Roman knew he'd achieved true happiness. Nothing could ruin what he shared with Lil.

Lillith returned his vow of love with one of her own, adding the addendum of now and forever to the end of it. His heart skipped a beat like a stone off a placid lake and those electric tingles raced through his veins once more. Lil made him feel alive unlike anything else in his life had before. Where once he had been a bit of a playboy and some might have said he'd been domesticated by the silver and snow fae, Roman would argue that he simply found the best he could ever have. Lillith was perfection to him; beauty and grace, strength and drive, tenderness and love. She complimented his strengths and supported his weaknesses. They were two halves of a whole and whatever other romantic clichés one could think of.

"Now and forever," he repeated back to her, bringing a navy-dipped paw up to softly stroke over her velvety cheek. Slowly trailing his paw down her cheek, Romulus followed the curve of her jaw until he caught her chin and gently tipped her muzzle up to catch her lips with his own. It was a long, slow kiss he gave to his girlfriend, his lover, his soul mate, mouth moving tenderly over hers yet pouring forth all the love and desire in his heart and soul for her into that kiss. He wanted so badly to let some of that desire simmer over, but even though his libido was ready for a repeat performance of the prior night, his body was severely protesting any physical activity. With a reluctant groan, Roman let his lips part from Lil's after a few blissful moments of making out, mercury eyes holding her rich merlot gaze from little more than a couple of inches. "We should get some rest, huh?" he whispered to her through the dark, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Speech"