je suis prest

8

Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us. […] He grasped my hips, large hands warm on my skin, and pulled me toward him, and the shudder that went through me went through him, as though we shared one flesh.

I woke in the night, still in his arms, and knew he was not asleep.Go back to sleep, mo duinne.His voice was soft, low and soothing, but with a catch that made me reach up to feel the wetness on his cheeks.What is it, love? I whispered.Jamie, I do love you.
I know it,he said quietly.I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.
I turned my head, enough that my lips brushed the base of his throat, where his pulse beat slow beneath the small three-cornered scar. Then I laid my head upon his chest and gave my dreams up to his keeping.
- Ch.45 Damn all Randalls, Dragonfly in Amber