Ooh, She's in Trouble!

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Is this what it feels like to be sat on? 

The constriction of air.

The feeling of your lungs crushed into gooey matter...

You can't breath, you can't think, you can't do anything but throw your arms up in the air as the air expels from your body, taking your lifeforce along with it.

And then you take your last breath, the breath you didn't know you had.

...I almost felt sorry for my sister for doing that to her a few times.  Almost.

"S-Seriously?" I stumbled, grabbing either side of my chair.  I was sure to fly out of it if I didn't.

"Seriously."  He smiled.  How can he be so calm, so self-assured? "What - you didn't feel the same way?"

"Ah..." I expected to stumble over my words.  That didn't happen either.  "Y-Yes, but..."

"But what?  It's too soon?  Marriage is a big step?  We aren't celebrities and this isn't Vegas?  It's all good, Zara." 

Kaim's laughter confused me.  I didn't know whether to relax or be angry.  "I know it's okay, Kaim.  I - I just wanted to know what...what that meant for us."  I fidgeted in my seat.  "I guess I just want to understand."

He nodded, as though he understood.  "If it makes you feel better, I don't have a ring box hiding in one of my desk drawers.  I was actually hoping to visit the jeweler when all this editing was finished.

I nearly slipped out of my chair again.  "Kaim!"

"You know, you're cute when you're upset, right?"  He reached over, taking my hand in his.  My eyes darted over to the door and windows - no one was around.  I sighed in relief.  "Listen, Zara - you're an amazing woman, and I can't tell you how happy I am to be with you.  I don't ever want to leave you side, and I hope you never send me away.  I'm not going to lie - if we're meant to take the walk again, not for show but for real, then it is something I'm really looking forward to.  But for now, I'm just happy to be by your side - or right, across from your desk."

I sighed as my fears ebbed away.  He was right - he was so dead on.  I didn't want to leave his side, either , and our walk down the runway helped me to realize that.  But I was ready for marriage, even if I did look killer in that dress.  For me, for now, being by his side was more than enough.  "I'm glad we're on the same page, then."

"You keep looking at me like that, and we'll be in the same bed doing all sorts of questionable things once that clock strikes five."  Why, oh why didn't I buy those Poise pads?  I was like Old Faithful in that moment, gushing away.  "In the meantime, let's just enjoy ourselves, all right?"

"Sure, if it means we get to do those questionable things later," I purred as I gave him an inviting wink.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Miss Mercier.  You may be a consummate professionate during the day, but we both know how freaky you get at night."

"Are you complaining?"

"No, no - just point out the facts, is all."  The strains of Clair de Lune stopped me from giving him a clever retort.  Not that I had one in mind in the first place.  "I'll let you answer that."

"Aww, but I'd much rather sit here and idly flirt with you through seemingly normal conversation," I said with a pout.

"Trust me, if this keeps going, the last thing we'd be is idle."  I could feel the sweat forming on my brow as the naughty thoughts his insinuations created swirled inside my head.  Giggity.  "I'll be back in a minute."

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