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“I’m a woman of my word,” she replied lightly, her hands on his hips. “Round two.”
“How in depth do we need to go?” he asked. “Do we need a contract?”
She considered him before kissing his chest gently. "..okay."
He started laughing, his shoulders shaking. "Are we negotiating the terms of our relationship?"
She shook her head a little, cupping his jaw with her hands. "I don't know," she murmured, kissing him gently. "I don't want to question it..."
He considered this before nodding. "Fine, but if I tell you, and it's scary and you don't like it, you're not allowed to intervene. Deal?"
She laughed breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed. “I must’ve done something right,” she murmured gently. “I must have done something really...
He was watching her, his gaze focused and intense. “I’m not going to stop doing my work, Fleur.”
She considered this before her focus returned to him, her fingers hovering at the hem of his shirt gently. “Well,” she mused slowly. “I did say...
He laughed a little, running his fingers through his hair. “How would you know that you’re only happy with me?”
She was breathless, blushing as well. “I love you too,” she said gently, glancing over at the bed. “We... we shouldn’t, right? We should be...
“I don’t help, Fleur,” he said tiredly, leading back against the headboard. “I just make things so much more complicated. You deserve a guy who...
She leaned into his touch, deepening the kiss as she rested her hand against his chest.
“There’s no reason someone like you should be begging someone like me for anything,” he said quietly. “There’s no universe in which that makes sense.”
She faltered a little, looking surprised at his assertiveness but nodding after a moment. “I know,” she told him quietly. “You would tell me, right?”
He frowned, looking down at his hands, squinting a little. “He’s a saboteur,” he said finally, looking up at her with a little sad smile on his...
She laughed, rolling her eyes a little as she rested her forehead against his. “You can’t sway me that easily. You were suffering.”
He sighed, looking down at the ground. “Yes, well... my inebriated self is easily swayed, I guess. But I’m sober now, and hungover, so I don’t...
She sat on his lap, cupping his face in her hands. “I’ll be honest, I thought both experiences were fun.”
He watched her, hesitating for a moment. “I missed you too,” he replied quietly. His expression hardened and he shook his head. “What happened...
