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Rosalia sighed, "Yes, I haven't changed very much. But i felt younger back then." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself even closer to him. "And now, in a hundred years, you wont look very different either." She smiled. "I like that." She lightly kissed him and then smirked. She stepped away from him and sat on the bed.

He felt her arms coil themselves lovingly around his neck, his hands lifting automatically; fingers sweeping along her satin skin. Nails dragging backwards, smoothly, and then retracing their fluidic motion leaving light scratches as he was unaccustomed to his longer nails yet but they wouldn't bother any more. Instead, when she leaned to kiss him, and he leaned forwards his lip embraced hers. They were different, more expressive now that he wasn't just a mere human any more. Dotingly, he would absolve her fears of ever not being loved by him with the kiss and as she left him he turned and watched her take a seat upon the bed.