The first kiss elicited a shaky breath from the witch as she held his gaze, the second had her eyes closing and the third she reciprocated with a smile on her face, arms wrapping around his neck to pull them closer, warmth flooding her body. Hearing him voice what he'd hinted at in actions, seeing him actually say what he felt, made a world of difference. A hundred worlds difference, to Marilyn.
And it showed. In the way her body relaxed in his hands and her lips curved to a smile against his. In the way the whole atmosphere in the room seemed lighter. To the witch it felt as though a physical weight had fallen from her shoulders as she kissed Jake back and the two spent some time murmuring sweet things to each other and kissing inbetween until they fell asleep in each others' arms, exhausted from the evening and the nights events.
The next morning Marilyn woke up in Jakes arms, holding his hand, and smiled to herself as she turned to look at him playfully, "I do know you're not perfect, you know," kissing him before grinning cheekily, "You snore."
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