Date: 2007-10-31 03:16 am (UTC)
And he thought he was smiling before.

"Yes, really." He hasn't stopped looking into her eyes since he sat back down: only long enough to pour her some champagne. He never honestly expected to get such a thrill out of staring into anyone's eyes ever again and while that's as much a cliché as anything, he finds he doesn't mind in the least. "You're one of the smartest women I've ever met. You can more than hold your own in a fight. You're a really good shot. And on top of that, you're beautiful and you share my bed. So yes, Faye, you're so worth it."

She's worth all of it and more. There's something about her countenance that keeps bringing the word empress to mind, and if he knew more of his Earth history he might be able to tell which empress she reminds him of. But for the moment, that feel of authority and royalty suffices, and he feels like the luckiest man ever to kneel at a woman's side.

They're stuck here and he knows it: she can't see the door to leave and he doesn't want to leave, not knowing what will happen if he does. In the meantime, it's his humble and serious intention to make the time they have together the very best days of both their lives. He knows he really doesn't have that kind of power, but even people who are probably dead deserve to dream.
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