Bab 211: My Halo

kissed his way up the right thigh of his new Angel whatever, starting from her knee. 

It might not be a very deep love, but a tiny spark was already lit and carving out a spot for her just because she had made her choice. He was surrounded by reminders of how fast a little tiny spark could turn into a raging inferno, and the Valkyrie Protocol system practically threw gasoline on dry brush he was gathering to nurture that spark that could not even be called a proper flame yet. 

Eyes closed as Zeph prepared to offer up a short prayer of thanks. He paused his lips march north as he felt Tamrel's legs trembling. 

Opening his eyes and looking up, Zeph could see everyone else staring at him and Tamrel with their mouths hanging open and they tried to speak, even if the words would not come out.

*tap, tap, tap*