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He laughed, stretching out with a luxurious groan.
Her eyes closed and she was quiet before her arms reached around his neck and she kissed him, her forehead against his.
He squinted, but looked down at the picnic basket.
She sighed, patting his wings easily. "Come on. Want to fly?"
"Are you awake?" he murmured, his hand resting on her neck.
She paused, looking up at him, her eyes glowing in the dark. "I love you too."
He looked over and gave a smile. "Yeah, Price. Just anxious about being out in the open."
"From you? Yes."
"That's fair," he agreed, kissing her forehead.
She buried her nose in his neck, her hand on the side of his waist.
Eli brought the blanket over to them and sat down, looking around worriedly.
"You're not very good at advice."
"Why'd you do that?"
She changed quietly, eventually coming over to him and curling up next to him.
"Mmhm," he said, sitting cross-legged and pulling Penelope into his lap. She nestled comfortably there.
"This is not advice, Sar."
"Hey, Av. How did you get here?"
She took out her nightdress.
"She likes you."
"I need advice."
