ETAN
Etan was vaguely aware that Jareth spoke words, something official. But all he could do was taste Ayleth, pull her into his chest and hold her there, kiss is love to her and plead with the Father to get the out of there and alone.
Quickly, dammit.
His chest expanded to accommodate the sudden storm of emotion that raged around his heart, so fierce it made him shake.
He had one hand at her waist, and another in her hair when they finally broke apart, only to stare at each other.
"I love you," he whispered.
Ayleth nodded. "I love you too."
"We can do this."
Her eyes widened, but then she smiled. "I can do anything if you're with me, Etan. Husband. My husband." She let one hand slide up his chest to his collar, fingering it, her thumb brushing his neck.
He almost growled at the smile that grew on her beautiful, pink lips.
