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She looked up at him tremulously. “You’ll never have a cold shower as long as I live,” she promised.
She took it, looking a little troubled but not saying anything else.
She was frowning at him, reaching up and cupping his jaw gently. “My sweet boy,” she murmured gently, but said nothing more, dropping her hand.
She kissed him, her fingers curling in his shirt. “I’m so sorry...”
Her hand cupped the back of his head and she held him tightly, her hands trembling. “You were just a baby,” she replied softly, shaking her head....
She stopped walking and pulled him into an embrace, her face buried in his neck as she pulled him close. “I hate that,” she said quietly, and she...
Her free hand came up to her mouth in shock and she looked up at him, her eyes wide. This very clearly upset her.
“But, like... who let you shower?” she asked, tilting her head. “When I tried to report you to the guards, they didn’t know who you were.”
She frowned, looking up at him. “So, who exactly kept you imprisoned all that time?”
“And showers. Oh, Gods, Z. We’ll get to shower.”
“I’m really excited,” she told him. “I think you’re going to like my family.”
She kissed his fingers gently. “I love you too.”
She stood up eventually, rubbing the back of her neck with a small look of someone who slept on it wrong. She offered him her free hand, grinning...
They finished eating and she pulled away from him, beginning to roll up the bedroll.
She nodded, obediently taking the food and leaning up against him.
She gave him a small grin, resting her forehead against his. “I love you too.”
Her blushing went nuclear, and she kissed him back, her face that soft pink as her hand came up to cup his jaw.
She blushed, clearly unable to hide her feelings for too long as she considered him, her ears falling a little as the tips turned pink. “I asked...
Her head jerked up and she was now studying him curiously, her head tilted. “Did you want it to be an accident?”
“Well, elves rarely have accidents,” she replied quietly, her hand to her head. She was still flushing a little, frowning at the fire. “I don’t...
