She was more to him then others. She was more to him, because he allowed her to be. And he didn't show it well but she knew it. She believed in him.
She didn't run, because she couldn't. So she turned, holding him back and resting her head on his. "I love you Lou. I love you very much." She stroked at his hair, brushing it behind his ear, stroking down his neck.
"Swiss cheese." She snorted, blushing because from Lou, it was a to be comment. A to be continued compliment. Her hands rested on his shoulders, almost content to stay with him like this.
But she yearned for something more, and she wasn't afraid of asking from him. "Will you sleep with me?" The question came out as a very small, very meek...VERY WEAK REQUEST.
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