Marguerite smiled at her husband as they walked. "Yes, it is very lucky indeed. Particularly that the silly wife is your own wife. What a stroke of lucky for us!" She teased him lightly. Her breath caught in her throat when he pressed his face against her. "Even luckier that this silly wife has been made so silly by her own silly husband."
Marguerite's other hand went to his the sleeve of the arm that held her hand. Any excuse to touch him, be close to him was good for her. She traced over the embroidery of his overcoat and smiled at the shape of the flower she felt.
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Date: 2008-08-08 01:22 am (UTC)Marguerite's other hand went to his the sleeve of the arm that held her hand. Any excuse to touch him, be close to him was good for her. She traced over the embroidery of his overcoat and smiled at the shape of the flower she felt.