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He laughed a little before returning to her. (Zoop!)
With his help, they managed to pull it in and they set it in one of the rooms with a soft whumph.
He pulled away for a moment, his nose brushing hers. "Do you want to...? You don't have to."
Her hands came up to rest on his chest and she looked up at him. "Okay. Help me get the mattress in the door."
His grip lessened and his hands dropped down to run through her hair as he kissed her jaw gently. "I love you," he whispered quietly. "I love...
She paused before her face softened and she tilted her head as she considered him. "Abel, not to sound like a weak-ass *squee!*, but..." She...
He raised an eyebrow before leaning down and kissing her gently, still holding her hands above her head.
He would know her well enough to be able to see the way she set her jaw that she was about to put up a fight, her brow furrowed.
He chuckled a little before taking her hands and turning, pressing her gently against the bed as he looked down at her. "And what exactly do you...
"Yes, of course," she replied, pointing to the bags she set down. "You don't need to help, I got it. I know you don't approve."
"You definitely do," he told her, raising one eyebrow as he opened his eyes again. "But that's alright."
She nodded, turning away from him to pull in the mattress, muttering a little bit as she tried to lift it.
He deepened the kiss, his hand on the small of her back. "I'm glad you have poor taste."
"I won't do it again," she promised. "I grabbed the last few things out of our apartment. We shouldn't have to go back, now. That reminds me..."...
"Even though..." He hesitated, his gaze flickering away, his hand running up her side gently. "God, Fleur. You could have anyone you want, you...
"Because I knew you'd say no!" she replied, turning to look at him. "Please don't be angry."
He laughed, opening his eyes to look at her. "Yes, well... what I was going to say is that I feel like I don't have to worry about that if this...
She looked over her shoulder at him apprehensively, like a child caught stealing cookies. "I know, but the cots were uncomfortable, Abel."
He sighed, pulling her closer to him. "Can I tell you something...?" he murmured in between kisses. "Part of what I was frightened about was that...
"Well... I went and got our mattress," she said quickly, turning back to try and pull it in.
