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"When you had wings and stuff," she said, gesturing. "You were really... cute."
She looked up at him, her face softening. “You were really cute,” she muttered.
She giggled, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. “It’s not your fault.”
They started off again, her ears perked up curiously.
She ran her fingers through her hair, squinting up at him for a moment. “Ready?”
She drifted off as well.
She shifted into his grasp, kissing his forehead. “I love you too.”
She nodded, getting off him and lying on her stomach next to him.
She laughed a little, straddling him and leaning down, resting her body against his as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I didn't do anything."
"I love you too," she replied, rubbing the base of his neck gently. "Thank you for everything."
She pushed the rest of his shirt up around his shoulders, massaging his shoulderblades gently before leaning down and kissing a line along his...
She pulled up the edge of his shirt and slowly leaned in, pressing the heels of her palms along his spine. He would feel instantly relief as she...
He would hear her move a little. "I'm going to pull up your shirt just a little," she murmured. "Okay?"
She gave him that soft smile of hers, tilting her head. "Lie on your stomach, okay?"
She came over to him, tugging on the hem of his shirt gently. "Is your scar gone?"
She began to clear the area for a fire, yawning sleepily.
She leaned into his touch before giving him a smile. "Let's set up camp," she said decisively. "I want to rub your back."
She gave him a small smile. "We have all the time in the world, sweet boy."
She sighed a little, but shrugged. "That's okay."
She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "How far are we from home?" she asked, kissing the back of his hand.
