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"Me neither. I hope we were well behaved."
She shrugged, dropping her hands as she pulled away from him. "Fine, fine."
"Do you remember anything that happened last night?"
She tilted her head playfully, her nose crinkling as she smiled "Do you know that?"
"Not too bad," he said, looking over at her. "Plus, I don't really want to go into the dining hall."
She grinned up at him, reaching up and cupping his jaw. "You forget, Abes. I'm very capable."
"Don't be nervous," he reassured her. "Seriously. Are you hungry?"
She considered him before planting a kiss on his chest gently. "You also agreed to the game."
"Don't be nervous," he repeated. "She's the sweetest person you'll ever meet."
She stood up, coming over to him and resting her hands on his chest gently. "Why not? If you had won, I would have obeyed."
"I don't feel that badly," he said, looking up at her. "It's okay. You excited for today?"
She opened her eyes after he had put his pants on, resting her head on her hand. "You're still cute," she told him playfully.
He groaned a little. "You're very sweet."
She laughed deeply. "You can put your pants back on."
"You don't have to worry," he protested. "It's my own fault."
She was quiet, covering her eyes. "We can stop, if you'd like."
He sighed, shaking his head. "You were smarter than me..."
She sighed playfully, covering her eyes. "For you? I'd do anything."
"We did? You seem fine, though."
After about an hour later, Ophelia was smirking at Abel, resting her head on her hands. She was fully clothed. "pants time, Abel."
