He tasted of champagne as she kissed him back. Champagne and Jack and every other wonderful thing in the world, until Emma was feeling quite giddy from it all. She kissed him back passionately, deliberately putting from her mind any acknowledgment that this might be the last time they were ever like this.
"One promise," she managed to get out, tearing her lips away from his to tease at his ear, trailing her mouth slowly up his neck. "I want flowers for my birthday next year. Dahlias."
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Date: 2010-07-04 04:31 am (UTC)"One promise," she managed to get out, tearing her lips away from his to tease at his ear, trailing her mouth slowly up his neck. "I want flowers for my birthday next year. Dahlias."