Library, Thursday (2/18)

[wildandbrave]

Cosette was not going to let this week keep her from showing up at the library for her shift, not at all. She took her job very seriously, thank you.

She just . . . might keep disappearing into the romance novel section intermittently all day, though. It seemed to be more in need of organization this week for some reason . . .

(Not literally disappearing. That had to be clarified.)

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[doesnotkneel]

"Are you all right with this?" Edward said, pressing his forehead to Cosette's.

[wildandbrave]

"Only so long as you are," Cosette told him, more serious now. "You mustn't feel obligated on my behalf."

[doesnotkneel]

"I don't," Edward said, and he reached and cupped her cheek. "But I'd rather be riddled with stab wounds than do anything you may regret."

[wildandbrave]

Cosette leaned into his hand -- although admittedly, it looked closer to a cat responding to being petted.

"I much prefer you whole, and not full of holes," she said, and couldn't help a laugh at the unplanned pun. "Well, we shall see where the evening leads us, shall we? After you're done with your deliveries, and I'm finished here . . ."

Because nothing was going to dissuade her from fulfilling her library duties, even if she sounded far less enthusiastic about the prospect than might be expected of her.

[doesnotkneel]

"I'll stop by again," Edward promised.

He leaned in to kiss her again; it wound up somewhat less gentle than he had been planning.

[wildandbrave]

That was a pleasant surprise, and Cosette kissed him back with equal fervor. "See if I don't come find you, if you don't," she said with a smile that made it more of a promise than a playful threat.

[doesnotkneel]

"I consider myself greatly warned," Edward said.

He pulled away. With difficulty.