Nameless

Almost before you had stopped walking, you felt lips on your own. It was tentative, but quickly gained confidence as you started to kiss back. Your hands had snaked up, almost with a will of their own, to weave themselves in his red hair. Likewise, his hands were rested on your hips, holding you close. You would have been quite happy to die quietly there and then, but, you reminded yourself, you’d miss so much.
“Marry me.” He muttered against your lips. You nodded fervently, jerking away accidentally. He pulled away further.
“Seriously?” he asked. You looked at him like he was insane.
“Yes, I’m serious. No, I’m not kidding. And if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll—I’ll—I don’t even know. So—Mmph!” He cut you off, delivering the kiss you wanted.
“Korin?” You asked when you’d broken for air.
“Mm?” was his only response.
“I love you.”
“I know.” He replied, kissing your forehead chastely.