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She nodded, stretching out next to him. The fuzz withdrew, leaving his head clear. *** Without taking his eyes of the road, he leaned over,...
She closed her eyes again, resting her head on his chest. “Are you hungry?” *** “Yes. I missed you.”
“That’s good,” she murmured sleepily, turning to look at him. “I was worried.” *** He got in the front seat and drove off. “Should we get cocoa?”
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked sleepily, her fingers running through his hair gently as she turned to look at him. *** He has put a blanket...
She stirred sleepily, her hand coming up to cup his jaw over her shoulder. “...Levy...” *** “Of course,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose....
Doing what the voice said caused feelings of warmth to fall through him, washing over him. Good, good, the voice said. Now touch her skin. Touch...
(Yoop!) When Levy woke the next morning, his head would feel like it was stuffed with cotton wool. Beck was asleep about half a foot away from...
It would take a while for her to fall asleep, but she followed him eventually. * * * "I was joking, babe. I'm in the car now."
She seemed surprised that he hugged her, but she kissed his cheek gently before burying her face in his shoulder, her arms reaching up his back to...
Her fingers laced with his before she sighed, coming back to him and lying down tentatively next to him. * * * "No, I want to," he protested....
She shushed him, standing up and pulling the sheets up. "You should get some sleep. I can go sleep on the couch." * * * "What?" he asked,...
She looked down at him, kissing his forehead. "You're such a dummy." * * * Gideon picked up on the first ring. "Hello?"
She nodded, watching him worriedly. "Okay. Thank you so much, Veronica."
Beck looked down at him again, pursing her lips. "Okay. Thank you."
Beck was sitting next to him again, the cup of water on the nightstand as she brushed his hair back gently. "Thank you, Veronica," she said...
She nodded, standing up and leaving, going to get a glass of water.
"Take all the time you need," Beck said worriedly, brushing Levy's hair off his forehead. "Can I help at all?"
Her shoulders sagged in relief at the confirmation. "Yes, of course. Of course he can."
"He got shot, I think?" Beck said, her general calm clearly disrupted. "I don't know. He just showed up like this."
She leaned into his touch, looking very upset. When she heard someone come into her apartment, she called out. "Veronica, we're in here!"
