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“Sariel won’t replace you. I don’t kiss Sariel.”
“Of course not.”
“For sure?”
“You are. I’m not going to be able sleep alone after this.”
“You think that.”
“Good,” he said, relaxing.
She slipped her leg over his hips, leaning down and kissing him deeply again, her hand on his jaw. “You’re spoiling me.”
"What if you change your mind?"
"Have you been awake long?" he asked quietly, watching her quietly.
Her other hand brushed his jaw slowly before she leaned forward and kissed him again, slowly at first, but deepening it after a moment.
"Hm. I'm sorry I brought all this upon you."
"Hi," he replied quietly.
Her hands were small and lovely. They were quite pale, almost translucent at some parts, her blue veins barely visible under the surface., but...
"Don't worry. I can handle this."
He leaned into her touch instinctively, his eyes fluttering open as he looked at her.
"Right. A *squee!*, right?"
He had drifted off, his blond hair catching the sunlight as he stretched out next to her. His arms were wrapped around his waist.
She watched him, resting her forehead against his. There was a silence before she kissed him again, squeezing his hand. Hers were soft by...
"She didn't like the flowers I brought. I didn't have an opinion."
(Yoop!)
