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Her lips quirk in quick agreement, not needing to point out just what an understatement that was but instead letting the slant of her mouth do it for her. When he decides there’s time, the bright grin that blooms across her face betrays just how much she’d been hoping for him to say exactly that. She sinks into the bed after he does, still half-dressed in his sweatpants and her own shirt, curls spilling as she folds against him, struck by how different everything suddenly was compared to when they'd been pressed together like this only an hour or so ago. One kiss had tilted the axis, spun everything dizzy, and she still hasn’t quite caught her balance.
The image of Seven devouring a raven whole flashes through her mind, and she snorts softly, shaking her head at the thought of Jack finding nothing but a bloodied scrap of letter on his desk. Sliding close, she tucks herself against him, the grin audible in her voice and warm against his skin. "As cozy as your cabin is," she murmurs, fingers idly tracing at his chest, “"you’ve got to admit my bed’s much more comfortable."
The image of Seven devouring a raven whole flashes through her mind, and she snorts softly, shaking her head at the thought of Jack finding nothing but a bloodied scrap of letter on his desk. Sliding close, she tucks herself against him, the grin audible in her voice and warm against his skin. "As cozy as your cabin is," she murmurs, fingers idly tracing at his chest, “"you’ve got to admit my bed’s much more comfortable."
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
