<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">When arms first wrapped around her she had started slightly, breath coming a touch too quickly, heart racing in her breast. That little first response had dulled some over the years but never fully gone away. It was Colin though, her Colin and she softened back into him with a proud smile on her lips at his praise. That he found her beautiful was still something she found herself in awe over, because there was no denying that with his facial structure and that thick dark hair Colin was one the most handsome men she had ever seen. Like a rockstar, or a movie star, really. <br/><br/>It was the kitchen she was the most proud of though, the scents that reminded her of simpler times and yet also made her aware that this was her home, her haven. She had needed that, to know she was coming into tonight from a place of strength as she reached out of the little cocoon she had whirled herself into. Though, if she had to only chose one person to share it with Colin was a most excellent choice. “Thank you.” Beth said in response to the encouragement not to worry. They both knew she would worry anyway, it was just a part of who she was. <br/><br/>The brunette surrendered the ring to him, watching as it winked in the light while he rolled it and then turned her. Her head tilted back, adjusting for their height difference to smile up at him with the belief that they were solid. And they were, even with having to face the fact that there were some things she might never be able to give him sexually. To him, it simply didn’t matter and that was as much a gift as the ring he had pledged himself to her with. <br/><br/>His flirting had her blushing, the pink tinting her cheeks prettily even as she bit down on her lower lip, smiling without being able to help herself. He still left her giddy, like some school girl when he went all sweet like this. The ring sliding up her finger made her heart turn over in a good way, the belief that they were meant together strengthening even as his lips lowered to her own. Bethany leaned up into him, arms lifting to wrap around his broad shoulders as her lips opened in shy invitation. Regardless of how many times they kissed there was always that feeling of magic in it, as if the world only became clearer, more vivid when they were touching. <br/><br/>For her, it was. <br/><br/>With the slowness rather like a flower blossoming open she teased her tongue along the seam of his lips, making a happy little sound when they opened and the kiss deepened. He caught her lower lip gently in his teeth, letting her feel that slight bit of edge and she shivered, pressing herself further against him. Twenty six years old and here she was standing in the kitchen making out with her fiancé like they were teenagers. Only, she loved it, that they still couldn’t get enough of each other, that they trusted each other enough to share themselves like this. Colin backed her into the kitchen island as they kissed, his hands lowering to her hips and then suddenly she was lifted, set on the counter while their lips still clung to each other. A fleeting thought of being grateful that she had cleaned off the counters and thus this was possible came and went quicker than a breath. Beth lifted her legs, wrapping them around him before breaking the kiss to smile at him, eyes bright with love and then a flash of laughter as she realized his clothing choices. <br/><br/>“Mmhm, I do like your rockstar “I-don’t-give-a-heck” look, have I over dressed again?” The words were offered up even as she playfully kissed along his jaw, and then down his neck, nuzzling the crook of his shoulder to inhale the scent of him better. His hands were on her back, stroking up her spine, one sinking into her hair to urge her lips back to his as if he were just as addicted to her kisses as she was his. Truth was she liked him when he was causal, when he was the man who had charmed her while she had tried to be an ice princess. Sure, he looked killer in suits but there was something about the ragged jeans and band shirt that made her remember that first night they had met, him singing on the stage and how he had found her eyes in the crowd. Colin insisted there had been no going back from there, and she was glad. Wasn’t there some 80’s band that sang about being shot through the heart? Because that was how she had felt back then, shot through the heart so unexpectedly only this time it wasn’t a wound she wanted to recover from. Colin was her sort of grenade. </span></span><br/>