Ficlet: Pantry in the Wessex

2^nd drabble: Pantry in the Wessex

            You are looking at him so intensely. You love him so much and you know it. You keep looking at him as he is putting his teacup on its partnered saucer. He looks up at you equally as he pushes up his reading glasses, making you see the gold band that is adorning his graceful yet experienced hands. You can’t helped but hate those spectacles for they are blocking those expressive green orbs you love to look at. As the irritation is growing fond of you; you stands up and reaches those offending glasses to take it off. He looks at you curiously but it was suddenly blocked by those pale eyelids that you love kissing. Well, it is your fault for you suddenly cupped his cheeks lovingly and chastely kissed those lips that you know you own. You chuckle as you remember that they are so stiff but only you can make them soft. You remove yourself from him and both of you looks at each other lovingly while holding your golden ring-designed hands.