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

"That's exactly what shirts were invented for," he chuckled, holding her close. "So you wouldn't fail."

Katarina sighed, rolling her eyes. "Of course they were. They were made to tease me, actually... Just as much as they were made to tease the men of the world..."

"That and wet t-shirt contests," he chuckled, kissing her.

"You got that right.." Katarina smirked, kissing him deeply. She liked this, being in Deryk's arms. It was nice, it felt good.

Deryk smiled, holding her as he kissed her. "Are you cold," he asked, barely separating his lips from hers.

Kat chuckled, kissing him again. "No, not in your arms..." She smiled and pressed against him, pressing him to the wall.

He smiled and held her close. "Are you sure? I can get a blanket," he murmured.

Kat smiled. "Just hold me and I'll be fine sweetheart..." She kissed him softly, her hands cupping his face.

He smiled softly and kissed her lovingly back, holding her close to his body. He was so happy with her in his arms, her lips against his.

Katarina sighed, smiling. This was perfect. She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing it softly.

He smiled and leaned his cheek against her hair gently, holding her close.

'I love you, Kat,' he thought. 'I'm so happy you're not angry with me... I will make it up to you. That, I promise.'

Kat sighed, closing her eys with a soft smile. I love you Deryk.. I really do.. I don't know how I made it so long without you.. I'll always stand by you, no matter what happens..

He smiled and picked her up bridal style and sat down on the couch with her, holding her in his arms. "I thought you'd like to get more comfortable," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

Katarina laughed, when he picked her up, linking her hands behind his neck. "Well thank you... This is much better." She kissed him softly, leaning up against him.

He smiled and kissed her back, holding her close. "Whatever makes you happy," he whispered. He wanted her to be happy, as happy as she could ever be.

Katarina sighed, more than content. She was in bliss, something she knew she'd only experience with Deryk. "So, I want to know what you expected when you came back home... What'd you think you'd see?"

"Well, I halfway expected to see you. If you weren't here, I was gonna track you down by any means necessary," he told her. "I wasn't really concerned about the rest of the town."

Katarina blushed, smiling. "Okay.. Well, was I what you were expecting? I mean, the last time we saw each other must have had some sort of effect on your prejudgement of what I'd look like now..."

"I wasn't really expecting anything," he shrugged. "But, as cute as you were when we were little, I think I prefer you now," he smiled and kissed her softly.

Katarina blushed more, kissing him back. "Well, I like to hear that.." She kissed him again, a deeper, more passionate kiss.

He smiled, holding her close and kissing her softly, deeply, and lovingly.

Katarina slid her hands down his side, kissing his neck.

He smiled softly, rubbing her back gently as he kissed her shoulder, neck, and cheek.

Katarina sighed whenever his lips made contact with her neck. That was the one area she was most sensitive. The simple touch was an automatic turn-on.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Sorry," he whispered. He could tell by the expression on her face, and the way her eyes were dilated, that he'd unintentionally done something he shouldn't.

He had to restrain himself from kissing her neck again and again, and holding her against him.