Isabelle was lounging on the bed.
Her head was in Phoenix's lap.
His hand gently stroked her hair.
"Feeling better, darling?"
"Mmm..." She nodded. "A little..."
"Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"
"Not particularly."
He smiled. "Would you like to spend the afternoon with me?"
She smiled and stretched. "Yes, I would." She sighed. "It's been a long time since we had a chance to spend an entire afternoon together...."
"Oh? You must mean with our clothes on...~?"
"Shush, you." She swatted at his leg. "I'm serious. I've been sick...! A month!"
"I know darling. We had rather wonderful make up sex, as you may recall."
She.
Crossed her arms and huffed.
He wasn't wrong but.
She just.
Couldn't fully explain why she felt so sentimental right now.
What a jerk.
"You are pouting, aren't you?"
"I am not." She pouted.