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She laughed lightly, crossing her arms before jumping and returning to him. "Then I guess I win."
He considered this for a moment. "Want to go to bed?"
She paused before smirking. "Okay. This is for one... wild card. I'll do one thing, whatever you say." She backed up before sprinting, jumping...
"Well... what do you want to do now?"
She buried her face in his neck. "Mm. Worth it."
"They're not a commodity," he told her playfully.
She smirked at him, straightening up and opening her arms to him. "We'll see."
She pursed her lips. "That's boring, but okay." She attempted to mimic him.
He frowned, looking over at her. "Why not?"
She laughed out loud, tilting her head. "What's the bet?"
"And your skin is so soft, Fleur. And your eyes. They sparkle when you laugh. Have you noticed?"
"Try me," she said languidly. "I'm drunk."
He brightened, pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder. "Okay. Your hair, first of all, is the softest hair I've ever touched....
He succeeded and she came over to him, kissing him on the cheek. "There. Okay, you're the leader. Go ahead."
"Let me compliment you!" he complained, his hands on her hips.
"Well, because this isn't your territory, I'll let you be the leader. Go ahead and do something and bet that I can't do it." She paused before...
He flushed, turning to look at her. "Shush. Have you seen yourself lately?"
"I wanted you to be excited," she whined, tilting her head.
He tilted his head, raising one eyebrow. "Yes?"
She squinted at him. "...it's follow the leader."
