Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.


George Knightley stretched out his legs on the chair as he read a book in the firelight. Holding his place, his eyes sought out his wife.

Finding her kneeling before her father and tucking in a blanket around his legs, he was content simply to watch her.

When she rose, the fire lit up her hair and backlit her body. She was, quite simply put, glorious.

He continued to watch as she turned to him.

Their gaze held as she slowly moved across the floor toward him. The book fell aside, forgotten, when she took a seat beside him.

Sparing a glance to where his father-in-law sat, Knightley wasn't prepared for when his wife braced herself over him.

"Emma..." he breathed softly.

She spoke not a word, merely smiling as she covered the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

His arms lifted of their own volition to clasp the sides of her body.

She was still near when they parted, bringing her hand to rest on his chest. When she bit her bottom lip, Knightley reached up with a hand of his own to cup her cheek. "What is it dear one?"

She leaned into his hand, and he could have sworn he saw tears in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

His eyes drew in her features as he brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. "For what?"

"For moving to Hartfield. For agreeing to allow me to be near my father. For..." He stopped her then, pressing a finger to her lips.

"I would do anything, and more, for you Emma," he said earnestly. Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, he placed firm pressure there. Drawing her forward, he rested her forehead on his. "Always."

She smiled tremulously. "I love you."

"I love you." He covered her lips then, pulling her close to him.

Parting when the need to breathe became paramount, he only had eyes for her. Ignoring what his dozing father-in-law might say, he tugged Emma to his chest, drawing the length of her body to cover his on the couch.

Wrapped firm in his embrace, he pressed a kiss to her crown as husband and wife gazed into the fire.

Content.