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He laughed slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I have? Why?"
She laughed slightly, resting her head in the curve of his neck comfortably. "You wouldn't, Warns. You're too sweet."
He shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. They might get better with time..."
"Not at all. I think you're very sexy."
"I wish I could see you," he mused quietly. "I miss being able to see you."
He pulled away slightly, his forehead still resting on hers and his hand under her chin for a moment. There was a slight pause before he kissed a...
He looked down at her thoughtfully, his brows furrowed before he leaned down and kissed her gently.
"Ooh," she teased. "That's hot."
He pulled off his armour and his undershirt before joining her in the bed.
She laughed deeply, kissing under his jaw. "Yup. Turtle necks for you, I guess."
He followed her trustingly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She tapped it lightly, brushing it with her thumb. "I left a mark."
"Maybe we should."
She squinted, looking up at him and noticing a pink mark on his neck. She tapped it lightly with her pointer and smirked. "Huh."
His hands rested uncertainly on her waist, pulling her closer. "Now what?"
"It's very effective," she said sleepily, slipping her arms around his waist.
He seemed nervous, a light blush crossing his pale cheeks. "I, uh... hm. That's really good."
"I try to keep mine clean and hydrated, so I rotate them every three months or so."
He kissed her back slowly, his hands coming to rest on her waist.
“It depends, really,” she said with a shrug. "Depends on the person."
