Yuppers! Sorry, I feel like this came out kind of scattered x.x; SoSuWriMo 394
Who would want a big oaf trying to tell her her place was to have puppies and let him do all the work when she could have a sweet, thoughtful man like the one she had? Savina had never been enamored of men who thought they were superior or had big egos inflating their heads. That was like her father, and the last person she would want to be with was someone like Serge Russo. She knew that some may have questioned her choice in a mate, but honestly the Italian fey didn't give two shakes of her tail to what other people thought. It was none of their damn business. Kansas made her happy, and she loved him. That was all the reason she needed to be with him. The Consul smiled bright and her tail wagged as her nuzzled against her. No, he was all she needed, all she would ever need.
She was so glad that he liked the sound of her proposal. Winter was snuggling weather, after all. You had to do what you could to keep warm and the fey could think of no better way to do that than to share a blanket by the fire with her man. Even though she couldn't help but be a little sad that their children were getting all grown up, it was nice to have more time to themselves again. When it was just the two of them Savina could let her selfish side come through and be comfortable knowing that he would not judge her for it. She was not a selfish person, but everyone had a little bit of it in them, and when she was alone with Kansas was the one time she could be so without feeling guilty.
Kansas lead her by the hand towards the fireplace before depositing the dried bouquet on a nearby table. He grabbed a few logs from the pile, but still left plenty for her to add. She shot him an appreciative smile as she grabbed a couple more and placed them around where he had set his. He even had matches! "Well, you're all prepared, aren't you?" she said in a light, teasing tone. The Marino finished arranging the logs and then scooted back. "It's all ready now, mio amore," she said letting one dark hand rest on his creamy back.
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