[She breathes in when he does that, as if she has been waiting to do that for weeks now, and maybe she has. Her body responds to him like a lodestone, arching up to meet him, her fingers mapping the expanse of his chest.]
Every moment. Every single one.
[She whispers that against his mouth, and then reaches to tug her skirt up, to help him out.]
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Every moment. Every single one.
[She whispers that against his mouth, and then reaches to tug her skirt up, to help him out.]