DIALOGUE #4386A5
Elizabeth watched her husband with a cool air of indifference, at least, such was the emotion her stern countenance portrayed. Despite the warmth that swelled her heart, watching father and daughter Elizabeth would not allow her poker face to show even the glimmer of a fracture; she was too proud or stubborn (dependant on ones view point) to allow such sentiments from getting in the way of what she wanted - more responsibility, and not even the beautiful bouquet of her favourite posies could sway her. One thing that did come close, however, was that stupid lopsided simper of his and the flurry of kisses pressed along her sculptured jaw.
"C'mon Lizzie, don't tell me you're still cross with me. You know how I hate it when we fight." Frankly, she hated it too and yet their similar temperaments often laid the groundworks for a spectacular argument - it was partly one of the reasons why their relationship held such intensity."Forgive me? ...Don't make me beg." Her brow piqued at that and her crimson nails, ceased their repetitive pattern upon the table as she turned slightly in her seat and gazed down at him. "Perhaps I shall make you beg." She paused, her gaze searching his own before the ghost of a smirk tugged upon her lips. Leaning down, Lizzie placed a lingering kiss upon his cheek before whispering,"...later, on your knees." As the brunette pulled away, her countenance had brightened tenfold, an easy smile now steadfast upon her features. Half the fun of fighting with Jimmy was making up with him, whether that be in the privacy of their bedroom or the car...even a closet from time to time. She shifted along, making room for him in the booth and although she highly doubted for one moment that this was the final nail within the coffin of the argument, she was willing to let is settle in favour of luncheon with her favourite people.
Her hand slipped into his and with a gentle squeeze, her other brought the bouquet upwards so that she could savour the aroma."Thank you for my flowers, darling, they're beautiful." A kiss was placed to his freshly shaven cheek as she leant into his embrace, before her gaze slipped towards their daughter."What do you say to your father, Lottie?" The young girl looked up from the box, beaming brightly as she slipped from her seat and clambered up onto her father's lap; small arms flung around his neck tightly. "Thank you daddy, they're my favourite. Although, you didn't have too, I wasn't mad at you, only mummy was."
Elizabeth smoothed down Charlottes curls with gentle strokes and gave a gentle chuckle,"That's because you're daddy's special girl, my love." She spoke fondly whilst reaching for her cup and saucer."How was your morning, love?"
"C'mon Lizzie, don't tell me you're still cross with me. You know how I hate it when we fight." Frankly, she hated it too and yet their similar temperaments often laid the groundworks for a spectacular argument - it was partly one of the reasons why their relationship held such intensity."Forgive me? ...Don't make me beg." Her brow piqued at that and her crimson nails, ceased their repetitive pattern upon the table as she turned slightly in her seat and gazed down at him. "Perhaps I shall make you beg." She paused, her gaze searching his own before the ghost of a smirk tugged upon her lips. Leaning down, Lizzie placed a lingering kiss upon his cheek before whispering,"...later, on your knees." As the brunette pulled away, her countenance had brightened tenfold, an easy smile now steadfast upon her features. Half the fun of fighting with Jimmy was making up with him, whether that be in the privacy of their bedroom or the car...even a closet from time to time. She shifted along, making room for him in the booth and although she highly doubted for one moment that this was the final nail within the coffin of the argument, she was willing to let is settle in favour of luncheon with her favourite people.
Her hand slipped into his and with a gentle squeeze, her other brought the bouquet upwards so that she could savour the aroma."Thank you for my flowers, darling, they're beautiful." A kiss was placed to his freshly shaven cheek as she leant into his embrace, before her gaze slipped towards their daughter."What do you say to your father, Lottie?" The young girl looked up from the box, beaming brightly as she slipped from her seat and clambered up onto her father's lap; small arms flung around his neck tightly. "Thank you daddy, they're my favourite. Although, you didn't have too, I wasn't mad at you, only mummy was."
Elizabeth smoothed down Charlottes curls with gentle strokes and gave a gentle chuckle,"That's because you're daddy's special girl, my love." She spoke fondly whilst reaching for her cup and saucer."How was your morning, love?"