[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
it's the first moment that they've had alone all week. hosting the family at aubrey hall had been a dream, there can be no denying that. she feels honoured to be surrounded by so much family, and by so much love, that she wouldn't wish for it to be any different. but she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't glad for them all to be gone, if only so she could have some time alone with her husband.
her husband, apparently, has the same idea in mind. she finds him in the drawing room and he is on his feet in an instant, crossing the room to reach her. his hand finds her back and he pulls her suddenly and impossibly close. on instinct, her own hands settle on his chest, not to push him away but just to initiate further contact between them. she fears that she'll never be able to live another moment without some part of her touching some part of him.
they are inextricably linked in mind, body, and soul.
‘ you are presumptuous, my lord. ’ her tone is flirtatious, promising an evening that the both of them are currently expectant of. ‘ what if our guests have not yet left the grounds? ’ // @livedtough
