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She smiled at the recognition, and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad. I want the things I do to mean something," she said softly. "I want them to make...
"Yeah, we can take a taxi. It'll be like we're on our way to a new nation," he joked.
"Right," she said. "Very bad. I would never break them." Her hands were soft, but seemed inexperienced to this sort of touch, and a bit unsure.
He took her hand and began walking towards the exit, his grip firm but gentle.
She lightly brushed his jaw with her hand, a grin on her face. "Exactly."
"Right. Sorry." He chuckled. "Do you want to go back to your apartment? I'm sure we're not allowed to sleep here, and Tom probably misses you."
She laughed, surprised by the movement. "I would never dream of it," she reassured with a grin. "It's against the rules!"
"Good," he said softly. "Absolutely magnificent."
"I'll take care of you," she repeated, chuckling. "The tables have turned."
"Is that a yes?" he asked, wrapping his hands around her waist.
So cute! I can't wait to see more! The stippling technique you use is really neat, as well.
"It's okay," she said. "I've dealt with worse."
He nodded, and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. Again."
Welcome! Its always nice to see a new face around here!
"Don't worry," she said, patting his head. "I'll take care of you, if you'd like. I still have some painkillers."
He gazed at her lovingly, before speaking up, his voice low. "Would you wear the ring again if I asked?"
She resumed dancing, but didn't let go of his hands. A grin crossing her face. "God, this is fun. You're going to have such a bad hangover....
He smiled and embraced her back, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, too. So much."
"And so," she said, taking his hands again, "you dance with me."
"I don't think it's silly," he said kindly, standing up straight. "I think you're very intuitive and smart. Like, you see and understand things in...
