[Can love last for] .::one hundred years::. [Example Roleplay/Idea] by Bean_09

He groaned and held her close.

[skip XD]

[skip!]

She whimpered softly, kissing him weakly.

"Are you okay, baby? I didn't hurt you did I," he asked, kissing her softly, stroking her hair out of her face worriedly.

She smiled, laughing softly. "If I'm in pain, then I hope I always am... That was... Honestly, its never felt so good. You made me feel things I could normally only dream of..."

He sighed, chuckling. "Don't scare me like that," he kissed her forehead. "I'm glad I could pleasure you, love."

She smiled, kissing him. "Sorry love..."

He kissed her softly. "You're forgiven, sweetheart."

She smiled, hugging him. Their first time as a married couple. Beyond anything she could have hoped for...

He smiled and kissed her softly. 'I love you so much," he whispered, as if it were a secret.

She smiled and kissed back, rubbing his arms some? "I love you too."

He chuckled. "I'm tempted to grab some spray-paint and paint 'Just Married' on your parents' garage door and see what their reaction is."

she smiled, laughing some as she kissed him gently. "Well my mother would be fine... But my father would black out from a fight of rage," she said with a giggle.

"Cool, let's do it!" he teased, laughing.

She laughed with a grin stuck to her face. "Yeah, maybe... Or I could just do you instead..."

"That'll work," he smiled, kissing her softly.

She smiled, letting her fingers dance around his chest.

He kissed her neck, holding her close.

She smiled and settled her head on his shoulder, yawning gently. She closed her eyes, falling asleep.

;;time skip?;;

[Sure, how long? :3]

;;hmmmm, you choose;;

;;how about ten years?;;

[sure :3]

Deryk was now working full-time as the assistant manager of the coffee shop, which was still growing as a business. It was very successful, and had become more so since he had helped in taking charge.

8 years ago, Kat had been offered a full ride to via local university, one of the best in her field of study. She accepted the offer, and was now in the last few days of her college career, pursuing her Master's Degree in forensic analysis with cause of death being her specialty.

Deryk came home early to surprise her. Glad she wasn't home yet, he made dinner so she wouldn't have to.

She walked in the front door at 8 on the dot, the dining room barely lit. She smelled a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen. "Deryk," she called out cp a question, setting her keys on the counter.