[ He does have the right of it- it was something she had to get used to, especially since it's not like she was going to have the opportunity to go meet someone out of the blue and fall for them.

So she's thanking whatever higher power gave her a husband as sweet as him, because this could have gone so much worse. When he cups her face, she leans into it, brushing her lips against his thumb.

And when he speaks-

She doesn't wait, reaching forward with her hand and closing the space between their mouths, softer lips against firm ones, and her hand slides into his hair. Gentle as always and yet, there's an intensity in her touch- an urgency as she slides her free hand down to his thighs, gently parting them so she can slip in between his legs.

Her kiss is affectionate, gentle and warm, welcoming and encouraging. Wanting, and for him to not want any barriers between them. She continues until he's breathless, and her cheeks are flushed red by this point from how flustered she's feeling.

It felt so right in that moment, that she almost didn't want to stop. ]

I'm sorry... I've wanted to kiss you for so long, Noct.

[ The way she says his name, it's almost like a reverent prayer. She avoids using first names unless she absolutely has to, a leftover from the traditions of her land, and she meets his blue gaze with her gold one- ]

I know... this is an arrangement, but it's more to me than just... that. Noct, I-

[ She moves her thumb over his cheek. ]

Gods, I'm in love with you.

[ It's so sudden for even her that she just ducks her head, almost terrified, and mostly happy she said it. ]

I want to stay with you always.