voicetesting; canon is The Hour

[thisflowerimagines]

Don't expect me to be flattered; I'm not. This is a useless exercise until you find me something to do.

--A story to get into, conspiracies to bring to light, people to coax into telling the truth. That sort of something to do, not your usual nonsense.

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[im_possible]

[It isn't until her lungs are screaming for air that she pulls back, a little breathless, flushed, her eyes bright.]

That, maybe, you should expect a lot of.

[thisflowerimagines]

[He gulps down an audible breath, needing a moment to summon his wits back about him. And then he grins.]

And here I thought it'd be me issuing that warning.

[im_possible]

You're not always right, you know.

[thisflowerimagines]

[He raises a hand to his chest and gasps, mock-theatrically.]

Must you remind me?

...Right, so what have I got wrong this time?

[im_possible]

That you're always going to be initiating the kissing. Don't think you've got a monopoly on that.

[thisflowerimagines]

No, but I can certainly try.

[And he leans in and kisses her again, warm, insistent.]

[im_possible]

[Bel wraps her arms around him again, fingers lacing together, holding him close to her, holding him in place. He's not going anywhere if she has anything to say about it. Not to America, not to France, and not where she can't follow.]

[thisflowerimagines]

[He kisses her softly but with a lot of emotion behind it, holding her close. When he draws away, a hand comes up to cup her cheek, his forehead resting against hers.]

Bel Rowley, you are magnificent, and I am never letting you out of my sight again.