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"My head hurts. What happened last night?"
She began to deal out the cards. After she took a moment, squinting at the cards playfully before setting them down, she looked up at him. "I'll...
He looked up at her blearily. "Hello..." he murmured sleepily. "You look beautiful."
"So, instead of chips, you just use clothes! It's simple."
He shifted awake about five minutes later, groaning. "Oof..."
She went into her room, pulling out a deck of cards. "It's fairly simple," she told him, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "There's a hierarchy...
He murmured, turning his face into her touch.
She didn't seem to expect this, but was literally giggling in excitement as she took his hand. "O-okay! Let's go into my room."
Fleur was asleep next to her, but he had shifted. His head was on her stomach and his brow was furrowed.
She brightened, beaming at him. "Really?!"
(Yoop!)
She hesitated, steepling her fingers and tapping them against her mouth nervously. "We don't have to."
He followed her soon after.
She giggled, the sound like joy had bubbled out of her throat. "No, sweet boy. If you get uncomfortable, we'll stop. It's supposed to be fun,...
He gave her a small smile, closing his eyes and exhaling in something like relief.
"That's okay," she said cheerfully. "I'll teach you. And we can stop whenever. The point is of strip poker, though, is that you don't play with...
He kissed her forehead, pulling her closer. "Sleep well."
"So, do you know what poker is? You do, right?" she asked as they headed back, stepping back into the warm kitchen.
He returned with a paper cup of water, offering it to her as he settled next to her in the bed.
She rested her forehead against his for a moment before taking his hand, leading him back inside.
