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His hair would tickle her fingers, as soft as she would remember, and he would glance up at her, his eyes nervous.
He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her.
“It’ll probably be easier for you to sleep.”
She tapped his tongue to put it back in his mouth. “No, you.”
“Military. Is that it?”
He hesitated, eyeing her warily before bowing his head almost submissively, his body tense.
His nose brushed her hair as he slept.
He nodded, satisfied. “Thank you. I can leave, if you want.”
She beamed, leaning against him playfully. “No, you.”
“Yes, but would you need our military? Our resources? Our pledge of allegiance?”
His gaze softened slightly and he took the flower, observing it thoughtfully. “It’s pretty,” he said, offering it to her again.
(Yoop!)
He gave her a warm smile. “Thank you. Now, will you sleep?”
“No, you.”
She pursed her lips before considering him again, folding her hands. “What exactly would you need from us?”
He tensed, looking over his shoulder at her.
He followed soon after.
He nodded, resting his head on his hand. “Good.”
She eyed him skeptically before opening the folder, examining it.
