Bobcat

Degas

Cole's POV:

I couldn't help but smile up at Delia as we laid out on our hotel bed. I was leaning into her side, her arm behind my head with the two take out boxes full of lobster and crab cakes laid open in front of us and the bottle of wine on the bedside table. She pulled her fingers through my hair. I couldn't help but hum happily. I loved when she played with my hair. It was soothing and always set me as ease. I felt her fingers graze against my cheek as we watched Ponyo for about the hundredth time. It was so cute watching her watch this movie. She loved this movie almost as much as she claimed she loved me. I glanced up at her slowly, but she wasn't looking at the movie. Her dark green eyes met mine. I smiled instantly as she looked down on me lovingly.

"Jughead Jones," she whispered. I couldn't help but smiled wider with a small hint of sleepiness. She leaned down, gently pecking my lips. She tasted like crab cakes and mint. I reached up slowly, gently pushing my own fingers through her hair. She really did make me the happiest I've ever been. I wanted to take her to that art exhibit tomorrow. I hadn't looked too closely at it, but I was sure she'd love it. Maybe she could work there when we moved here, like as an internship. I heard her hum happily as she picked up my camera from the side table. She was looking through the photos from the previous night. She smirked slightly at me before setting the camera down again.

"You know, we should really print some of those out," she whispered as I sat up slowly, leaning back on my elbow. "You could have a private collection that could be questioned after an apocalypse." Her voice went into a formidable slight mocking tone. "Oh this woman could have been a goddess that was worshiped." I shook my head as I seemed to miss place a laugh at her words. This girl was unbelievable. I really did love her with every bit of my being and I really was now planning on spending the rest of my life with her with her consent. The ring glistened on her hand in the most justifiable of ways.

I reached for her slowly, sliding my hand over her side before carefully pulling her to me across the bed. She smiled up at me as she rested her head against the pillow, her dark curled hair splaying out against the white silk multithreaded sheets. I couldn't help but whisper down to her about what kind of goddess she really was while leaning over her slightly. I reached down, slowly pushing my fingers through her hair.

"You are absolutely stunning and there's no way they wouldn't think you were anything less. They could even look at you as the creator of the universe, the absolute top most goddess. They could even say you were Aphrodite herself," I whispered down to her in my most hushed tone. I felt her fingers graze my skin against the back of my neck as she pulled me down to her. I didn't fight it. I tenderly pressed my lips to hers. I didn't tell her, but I had been looking online at apartments in Vancouver. I could take her to one tomorrow as a surprise. I couldn't help but smile against her lips at the thought of coming home to this small woman every day for the rest of my life. She had another surprise coming to her tomorrow when we went to the museum. She would fully understand how truly serious I was about her and us and the rest of our lives.

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Delia's POV:

I was walking next to Cole with his arm around my shoulders. I slid my hand over his back as we walked down the fairly empty side walk. Snow still laid heavy against the ground. It never seemed to stop snowing. I was enjoying it. I saw my first real snow two years ago during my freshman year at NYU. I thought it was beautiful then, but seeing it in abundance now made me appreciate its beauty even more now matter how cold I was. I wasn't quite sure where we were going, but I didn't doubt Cole for a second. I wasn't sure how he had pulled me out of bed this morning but he had. I remember waking up cold before feeling his warm body crawling on top of mine. I smiled to myself at the vague memory. He did it all the time at home but the words he whispered to wake me up this morning seemed to never want to leave my head. It was almost like they were on a constant loop.