"Too late, it's already gone to my head," she says, grinning at him before she leans forward and kisses him, long and slow. So they're in public, whatever, it's not like they've ever shied away from public displays of affection before and she sees no reason to start now. Besides, if anyone comments on it, she'll just say she thought she say mistletoe or something, and she's pretty sure that if you see mistletoe, you're supposed to kiss. It's a rule and one they're definitely not allowed to break just for the sake of propriety. Not that either of them have ever really been concerned with being proper. Right from the start, it's one of the things she's always loved about Newt. There's no pretense with him, no pretending to be someone he's not, and after a lifetime of never knowing who she might come home to, she needs someone like that.
"I just really love you, too," she says when they part and she smiles again, her cheeks a little red. Not from embarrassment, not at all, but it's warm in the apartment and kissing Newt always gives her a little rush, which she figures is going to be the sort of thing that happens for the rest of her life. If she's lucky enough to stay here with him, if she's lucky enough to never lose him to whatever it is that takes people away, she'll get to feel that every day for the rest of her life. She knows it's a long shot, trusting this place to let them stay together, but she doesn't see any reason to let herself worry about that. If it comes, it comes, but for as long as she can, she's just going to be happy here with him.
"Come on, I need to sample like, every last Christmas dessert that's being offered here," she says, slipping her hand into his and leading him toward the table. "I'm pretty sure that's still what Christmas is about even after you get married, right? Eating as many cookies as possible until you feel kind of sick and your husband has to carry your dumb ass home?" It wouldn't be the first time, although when he'd had to sort of carry her home that one time they hadn't been married yet and her ankle had been the one to blame, not too many cookies.
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"I just really love you, too," she says when they part and she smiles again, her cheeks a little red. Not from embarrassment, not at all, but it's warm in the apartment and kissing Newt always gives her a little rush, which she figures is going to be the sort of thing that happens for the rest of her life. If she's lucky enough to stay here with him, if she's lucky enough to never lose him to whatever it is that takes people away, she'll get to feel that every day for the rest of her life. She knows it's a long shot, trusting this place to let them stay together, but she doesn't see any reason to let herself worry about that. If it comes, it comes, but for as long as she can, she's just going to be happy here with him.
"Come on, I need to sample like, every last Christmas dessert that's being offered here," she says, slipping her hand into his and leading him toward the table. "I'm pretty sure that's still what Christmas is about even after you get married, right? Eating as many cookies as possible until you feel kind of sick and your husband has to carry your dumb ass home?" It wouldn't be the first time, although when he'd had to sort of carry her home that one time they hadn't been married yet and her ankle had been the one to blame, not too many cookies.