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Sam was at his desk, reading a book.
She seemed surprised. "Me?"
He was quiet, his movements careful and easy.
She listened quietly. At this point she wasn't sure if the warmth on her face was from the fireplace or a blush.
(Yoop!)
She nodded. "Okay, so we're ready."
He laughed slightly, taking lead and beginning.
She closed her eyes, letting him work.
He murmured, not waking.
"It's perfect."
He rested another hand in her waist. "Shall I lead?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with," she said softly, obviously enjoying the moment.
He shifted, turning over.
Her smiled widened. "I like that one."
"Fine."
She was quiet and still, obliging to his touch.
He was still asleep, keeping close.
She grinned, watching him.
He watched her before signing and offering his hand.
She nodded slightly before scooting in front of him.
