Hideaway Strath The only thing that's on my mind

His honey eyes drank her in.
Appreciated again as he had time and time before her features. How soft she looked, yet hardened by her scars.
She was stunning.
Derg smiled softly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He'd started to love her, and it seemed impossible that he'd stop. 

He pulled back to look into her eyes. She wanted them - and most of all with him? 
But he could only see the want for that love she never got to show, and the pain it brought her. Her fears evident even now.
Her voice broke him, the utter despair ripping him to pieces. They'd share the heartache, from her past - and any possible future.

"I won't let that happen," he mused quietly in her ear. "And even if it did, I'd bring us some children to love and care for, and they will be ours." He didn't care if they weren't his blood, as long as it made Arlette happy.
He wanted to see that side of her, caring and protective.
He rested his cheek on her head, "Do you want to?"
He couldn't contain himself much longer with this scent begging him to act on impulse. If she said no, he would pull himself away, but...if she said yes, and he could see that desire in her eyes...
There wouldn't be anything to stop him.