A/N: Yep. You guessed. Another random, fluffy oneshot by Mrs. Wilbur Robinson. I'm thinking of putting each oneshot as seperate chapters, so they're all bundled together. Puh-LEASE tell me what you think!

His hand grasped hers firmly as the two young teenagers strolled around the park. He ran his thumb over her smooth knuckle, and she smiled, leaning against his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to watch his heart's desire, his angel, and found that the afternoon sunlight streaming through the tree leaves made absolutely stunning patterns across her face.

Her face, with the silkiest, softest skin he had ever laid eyes on. The gentle dips and curves which highlighted all of her gorgeous feautures. Her face, with the slight tan across her natural olive complexion; the light sprinkle of freckles along the apples of her cheeks, which enhanced the chocolate brown colour of her eyes.

He sighed almost inaudibly as her sparkling eyes dipped downwards; those long, dark eyelashes following suit. He loved absolutely everything about her eyes, how they shone and bubbled with delight whenever she laughed, and the way the tips of her lashes appeared almost invisible unless she wore mascara. He loved how her eyes alone could tell him exactly what she was truly feeling, without expressing a single word from her supple mouth.

His own baby blue eyes wandered down the slight curve of her exquisite nose, stopping short when he took in the sight of her beautiful, ruby-red lips. Those white, straight teeth, unhindered by braces, almost glowing in the autumn light. Her lips, shaped perfectly, never failed to express her most heartfelt love and desires, but also her undying dislike. His whole world could crumble, then be re-built, with just a few small sentences from that divine mouth.

His gaze was captured for a few moments more, before the glittering golden warmth of the sun caught on her hair. Those shiny, woven locks bathed in a fountain of evening light as they danced freely about her angelic face. Her hair, which happened to be the exact same shade of brown which had him previously entranced in her eyes. Those big, round, rapturous emotional pools...

She leaned further against his chest, and he comfortably wrapped an arm around her waist. He had always admired her lean, athletic figure, and how she could somehow make an elegant outfit from her cousin's hand-me-downs. He cherished, more than anything, her ability to make anyone feel loved, to feel happy, in their lives.

He squeezed her hand, and his heart fluttered when she kissed him on the cheek with those heavenly cherry lips. She glanced up, unknowingly fluttering her enticing eyelashes.

"What are you thinking about, Cornelius?" She asked softly.

He heard a whole choir of angels singing quietly into his hear, and he relished in the sound. He looked over once again, thinking of her perfectly curved face, that mouth, those dreamy eyes...He smiled, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind a perfect ear.

"...Nothing, Franny."