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His mouth was slightly open, his head lolling back and his face more relaxed than what she would have seen lately. His brown hair was messy and...
She watched him, looking really embarrassed. “You’re sure? You’re not just saying that? I mean... it was really, really nice for me, Abes, but......
He was fast asleep next to her, his arms around her waist.
She settled her chin on his chest, watching him carefully. "I don't know, I just... it was good...?" She winced, covering her face with her...
(yoop!)
"No," she said, rubbing his side gently. "No, it's not. Are you..." She hesitated, looking a little embarrassed. "Are you feeling okay?"
He stayed awake for quite a while before drifting off himself.
She leaned into his touch, but rolled her eyes, lying down next to him again. "We're not even going to argue about this," she replied, her hand...
He fell silent, rubbing her back gently.
She looked down at herself before looking up at him, her black hair disheveled and her face flushed and her eyes clear and bright. “No.”
He grinned at her before kissing her temple. “Sleep.”
She looked up at him, pressing her forehead against his temple. “You’re so beautiful, Abel,” she told him quietly.
He kissed the top of her head before pulling the sheets up around them. “I love you, Fleur.”
Afterwards, she was resting on his chest, kissing his neck gently, tracing lines along his torso.
He slipped his arms around her, smelling comfortingly like himself, a mix of oranges and clove.
(Zooop?)
He smirked before leaning over and kissing her cheek. “Well, now I’m here.”
She beamed up at him before reaching up and kissing him deeply. “This is wonderful,” she replied. “If you want it, I want it too.”
He squinted at it before returning to her, leaving his shirt on the floor.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes. “I love you too.”
