French shenanigans

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Stuart was on his way to Guinevere's room, already eager to see her after the hectic day. He had a little something he wanted to do that night, inspired by the French lesson.

A knock and he peeked in through the door. "Mind if I come in, madame?"

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[aimlesswonder]

"You'd be the only one who'd understand me," she said with a soft laugh. "Or was that your point?"

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"It sounds ten times nicer when you speak it," he replied. "It can be our little secret language."

[aimlesswonder]

"Only 'cause I've had more practice. I'm sure you'll be fluent in no time." She assured him, stretching. She was cold and ready to dive under the blankets. "It was a nice thought, though. I like it when you surprise me."

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He laid down next to her and tugged the blankets over them both, hugging her close. "There will be more romantic surprises, I can assure you."

[aimlesswonder]

"Only if you want to. I don't want to put any pressure on you, thinking you have to do anything special for me." She assured him. She'd appreciate anything he did but she also didn't want him feeling obligated. Still, though, she stifled a yawn. "Right now though could you just wake me up in a bit? I've been studying all day and you're warm."

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"Sleep, beautiful. I'll be here."

Stuart smiled, kissing the top of her head. Of course he wouldn't do anything over the top. Small meaningful things to show his love for her.

"I love you, Guin."

[aimlesswonder]

"I love you too." She smiled at him, half-asleep, before she tucked her head in against his chest and very easily doze off. She'd sleep as long as he'd let her, though wouldn't mind if he woke her up and wanted to do something else.

[crossinglines]

Instead of falling asleep himself, Stuart watched his sleeping girlfriend with a fond smile. The past few months played in his mind, from the very first moment they met. Guinevere was so beautiful, witty and amazing. Stuart still couldn't believe his luck.