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"Of course. Come in, Warner." He sighed, standing up.
Aspen was beside him, her head resting in the curve of his neck.
The doctor gave her a small smile. "Oh, they always look like that. The attacks aren't infected, it's just a side effect because they're from...
(Zoop?)
"That again?" "I told you."
She pursed her lips thoughtfully before shifting again, just below his ribs.
Eventually a young lady opened the door, squinting at the paper. "Warner? What did you do this time?" "Same old, same old."
She looked up easily. "Kissing you."
"Fine."
She paused, looking up at him before kissing his sternum.
He flushed. "Hm.."
She tilted her head before kissing his jaw slowly, her touch warm.
"Hm. Fine. Are you sure I don't gross you out?"
"What's wrong?'
He flushed, kissing her back.
She seemed confused. "I want you near too..?"
"It's happened before and I was fine!"
She rested her hand on his jaw, shifting closer.
Warner huffed. "I don't think this is necessary."
"I missed you too, Aug. I was really sad after I left."
