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Amelie went to him without thought; one hand landed on his chest while the other cupped his jaw, thumb moving in soft motions. “ I have not decided, ” she looked to him, a glint in her eyes, “ Depending on just how long you are staying, I could explore the Arno whilst admiring my Papal Legate and perfecting the common tongue, ” she hummed quietly, “ Though, I could think of other ways to occupy my time. ”
Hands found home against her waist, leaning ever so slightly against her touch, so subtle that he hadn’t even noticed it himself. “ Not long, I am afraid, though if that is what you desire I am occasionally wonderful at postponing departure. ” Lorenzo smiled down at the Princess, HIS Princess, whilst one adoring hand moved so it might caress the side of her head as his lips brushed against her own. Since the events in Vienna he had struggled to express just how glad he was that she was safe, to form the words she needed to comfort her and to draw her away from pain and self blame. Lorenzo had perfected the art of charming foreign nobles and royals alike but when it came to her, to someone he cared about more than most, he did not trust only words. He would rather act. Without further words his lips found her own properly, firmly, with absolute adoration and very little care that anyone could open the door behind her and discover them in their lovers embrace.










