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They entered the bakery and sweet, fruity smells filled the room. "What would you like, Sam?"
"No, I'm not!"
After a while, he picked her up, carrying her to bed.
She came over to him, her lips pursed thoughtfully before she reached up, loosening his tie for him, her fingers quick and whispery. "How much...
(Zoop?)
"But I wanted to do those things."
He kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back slowly.
She came over to him, hanging his coat up as she ran her fingers through her hair. "What are we doing tomorrow?"
She groaned before taking it, sitting up.
"I haven't done anything."
He flushed even deeper, his hand coming up to run through her hair.
Poppy got into their room, slipping out of her shoes. "Ugh. I'm tired."
She fell back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
He kissed her forehead. "Thank you."
"Yeah. I seem to do that a lot," he said slowly, his brow furrowing.
She joined him, leaning back nonchalantly, her brows furrowing as she opened her own file. "How did you guys get this info anyway?"
She sighed, pulling away after a moment and standing up. "Go put some pants on. Let's get food."
"Is that a promise?"
"Anything for you."
