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He rubbed his hand in her hair, massaging her scalp.
“I know that’s not your intentions,” she replied, taking his hand gently and settling it back.
He laughed, squinting at her. “I live you too, Elf. Sleep.”
He would feel her murmur quietly. “Why’re you pulling away?”
He kissed her forehead. “Here. You can lie down in my lap.”
She buried her face in his chest, her blonde hair tossed carelessly as she held him.
He looked down at her. “I love you too. You should sleep.”
She was asleep too, her hand on his neck.
He rubbed her back slowly. Next to them, Puck dozed fitfully and Boris snored loudly
It took her a little longer to relax long enough to drift off, but eventually she did, her fingers brushing his chest.
He gave her a smile, ruffling her hair.
She looked up at him before resting her head in his neck. “Goodnight.”
“It’ll be okay,” he soothed gently. “Don’t think too much about it.”
She blinked in surprise before laughing, her face softening as she curled up next to him, her temple resting on his shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head and laughed a little. “You’ve grown too attached.”
She blushed, looking down at him as she folded her hands primly in her lap. “You’re sweet.”
He looked over at her, frowning a little. “...I’m sorry.”
“You’re cleverer than I am,” she mused softly, looking over at him. “And you understand relationships better than I do. How could the power not...
He laughed a little, but there was an emotion under it. He sounded hurt. “We’ll break it off so you don’t need to suffer through a wrinkly...
She shook her head, watching him carefully. “You know that’s not true,” she replied quietly, leaning forward and placing a soft, sweet kiss again...
