Her arms slunk around his neck to encourage the closeness, and Bess let her face press into Drystan's chest as she had no concerns about makeup or her hair being mussed. It was to be a bittersweet event if they stayed through the night, she knew that for sure. Drystan had been marvelous all year, and for it all to come down to the one game when the United had ended up scoring more points than any other team in the league. They had thrown a match and still ended up ahead of the Kestrels by more than a hundred and fifty points. It just wasn't fair, it didn't make any sense, and this was why she could never play sports.
Even two minutes was too long to bear. They shouldn't be out at a celebration when they didn't feel like there was anything to celebrate. Bess let her head drop back, unwilling to let the rest of her body pull away from her husband's. They'd done the publicity shots, she had smiled and rolled her eyes as some reporters asked if her dress was to cover up a baby bump. No, there were no big end-of-season reveals, no controversies to deal with, no little sisters who were going to cause an explosion of a fight.
Well---maybe. Who knew if Penny had started seeing Spinnet again, and with that thought, Bess pushed herself a bit too inappropriately close to her husband, needing to get her mind off things in a more entertaining manner.
"It's been two minutes and you haven't whisked me off to a dark room to have your way with me," Bess said, batting her eyes, "or is that not what you were implying?"
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