Florence's pov i wake nude with tommy and he grins "i ain't eva gonna get used to this" i grin "good. gettin used to it means ya gettin tired of it" he strokes my face "never gonna happen Flo" i kiss him softly and break away and stare and he asks "what?" i ask "why don't we put a real label on this? us?" softly. what if he just doesn't want to? and he's keepin me around and loving me until the next one comes around?
he makes me look at him his forehead on mine "is that what you want? a title?" i ask "do you?" "i want ya in anyway ya want me love. i love you. only you. and that's enough for me." he tells me and kisses me softly and says "i ain't ask for a title because ya mean more to me than what any word could describe. you're mine and im yours. everyone knows it. and so do we. get outta ya head about it darlin. if ya wanna be called my lady then i'll call ya it. you mean more than that to me."
i ask "don't you want to be called my boyfriend? my man?" softly. he takes my hand in his and kisses my palm "if ya wanna call me that and it makes ya happy.go ahead. we both know words don't and can't describe what we feel for one another to label it." i reply "so you don't wanna make me your wife?" he chuckles "i want that more than anythin Flo. makin you my wife means you're mine forever. and you'll for sure be the mother of my children down the line. i'd very much enjoy marrying you. it's just the stage before makin ya my fiance and wife that i don't care enough to title. but i will. because it'll make you happy. and i can't have ya doubtin whether or not i'll just replace ya with someone else. i wouldn't survive without ya. everything we built will sink and die without ya on my side. by my side" caressing my cheek bone softly.
i kiss him softly at his words. he knows me too well. he threads his fingers in my hair and i move to pull him between my thighs to pick up from last night. he stops me "i'd love to but we got plannin and work to do. later darlin" i smile and kiss him softly again and say "promise?" his hand caresses my naked body "promise."
we bathe and i dress in
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we go to charlie whizz-bangs false grave for a bit. we go to the garrison and go to the calendar and make a star on it for when we'll kill billy fucking kimber. right prick. grace asks "what's the star for" she's working for us even more now. she asks too many fucking questions. i warned tommy and hes taken up lying to her. good. i dont like her. i dont like how she tried to take him from me like he's hers to take. she's still got a busted face. she'll scar too i bet. good. i say "business that is not yours grace" she says "i wasn't asking you" i choke her against the wall "well guess what grace. tommy's mine." she sneers "he won't even title what you are" i laugh "what am i to you puddin?" he says "my girlfriend of course my love. why don't you let her go and breathe she's turnin red in the face" i smirk "i think blue is a better shade for her." tightening my grip. i tell grace "his business is my business and vice versa. so when whores like you ask questions...they disappear. add to the lot of them. go on" letting her go as tommy says "cmon we're goin for lunch at the house my love"
everything's been tense since freddie thorne got taken. we didn't plan on that. the truce was real. but campbell had him ripped away from ada anyway. prick. we go to the house and i freeze seeing arthur sr.
