she's blushing
"did you just call me babe?"
she narrowly avoids tripping over a fallen log
"perhaps"
she uses immense amounts of self-control to keep from sniggering
"oh, my poor little cream-faced loon"
he makes a sound of amusement somewhere between a growl and a laugh
"i may be a loon, but i'm most certainly not cream-faced"
he stops walking, and a barely-there kiss is pressed to her temple
"even then, i'm only a loon for you"
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
