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Wilmond sipped his skotch and put it down again. "I'm full." he just said, leaning backwards. and stretching out.

Taylore smiled and looked like she had a question she wanted to ask him but she decided against it and got up. "Well lets get going then," she said with a smile then took the bottle. Tossing some money on the table and heading out but slowly to wait on Wilmond.

Wilmond had noticed the look on her face, but decided to wait untill they were outside. On the way out, he winked at the boy who'd served them, making him grow pale and dissapear behind the bar. he laughed and went out, keeping the door open for Taylore.
"When we were inside, you looked like you were going to ask something. What's up?" he asked, once they were out.

Taylore paused and took a moment to think if she should ask or not. Then shrugged and decided it wouldnt hurt anything. "Do you want kids at some point in your life?" She asked curiously. As they walked, she watched her breath billow out into a small white cloud that just disspersed into the air. It was a good fifty degrees now outside.

Wilmond looked at her curiously. "I don't know yet... I never really had the time to think about such things y'know.. Why do you ask?"

Taylore blushed slightly and looked at the ground in a shockingly, shy manner. "Um well...i dunno i was just thinking..if we're gonna be together..maybe for a really long time..that i may want to have kids at some point.." She said kind of quietly as they approached the safehouse door.

Wilmond grinned. "If with anyone, then I'd like it to be with you." He opened the door and motioned for her to step inside. "Let's see how the ceremony ends, first."

Taylore looked up at him and beamed happily as she heard that. Then gave him a kiss before waltzing into the safehouse like she was on top of the world. Her mood crashed though when Oliver snickered. "And what is the princess so happy about?" He sneered, spitting out the word "princess" with venom. She scowled and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and considering slicing him open from neck to navel. But she simply stuck it into the cutting board and huffing. "I cant wait till you die. I'll be sure to make it long and painful too.." She muttered.

Wilmond didn't pay any real attention to Oliver, except for simply kicking him in the face on the way through. He pulled Taylore with him. Only then did he look at Oliver. "Oops, sorry. I didn't see you there."

Taylore stuck her tongue out at Oliver childishly as Wilmond said that. Then her mood picked up again and she walked over to the fridge. Opening it up, she put the skotch in there then took a seat on the couch. It was late but she wasnt tired enough to actually go to sleep.

Wilmond pretended the walk past behind the couch, but then suddenly he turned and hugged Taylore from behind, giving her a big wet smooch on the cheek. He then grinned broadly. "I'm sorry princess, it was just too tempting to resist!"

Taylore squeaked in surprise and made a yuck face as his kiss was wet. "Ack! Gross!" She complained and giggled softly. Wiping the wetness away and looked up at Wilmond with a smile. Then pulled him down closer and kissing him gently with a smile. "You just cant get enough of me can you?" She teased playfully.

"How could anyone get enough of you?" he grinned. "Same goes the other way around though," he said as he winked at her.

Taylore smiled and rolled her eyes as she looked away from him back to the TV. "Baby i dont think i can ever get enough of you," she replied with a small laugh as she flipped through the channels.

"Good!" He walked around the couch and sat down next to her.

Taylore layed back and put her head in his lap as she continued to flip through the channels. "Do you think you'll win?" She asked quietly and looked up at Wilmond.

"Of course he won't!" Oliver yelled. Wilmond took off his shoe and threw it at Oliver, hitting him on his painful shoulder.
"I honestly don't know." he said. "I have the advantage of surprise, Winston doesn't know that I'm practiced at the use of the sword, but then again he's been playing with iron for years."

Taylore smirked as she saw the shoe hit Olive in his broken shoulder. Then looked back up at Wilmond, looking rather worried as he said he didnt know. "You better win. Im counting on it," she said, poking him in the stomach.

Wilmond smiled. "I'm sure thinking of you will help me win in seconds!" he winked at her and kissed her cheek.

Taylore smiled and soon decided TV wasnt going to keep her entertained, so she turned it off. But a yawn left her as she tossed the remote to the end of the couch. Getting up, she took Wilmond's hand and pulled her gently towards the bed. "I dont know about you but im tired. Not to mention that youre gonna need the rest for tommorow cause im gonna beat your butt at sword play," she teased.