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Evie
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If the mugs are to survive this encounter, it is a duty that falls entirely on Deimos' shoulders, for Evie is too busy drowning in hooded blue eyes and the heavy beat of her heart like a drum in her chest. "The sun's gone, we can decide to have dinner any hour," she murmurs with no small measure of self-satisfaction at her clear genius.
Regardless of whether he saw fit to counter it, Evie considers the problem solved the moment he draws her back in, lips parting to meet his tongue with her own and kiss him deeply. As his hips rise beneath her, the soft noise that curls in her throat reverberates between their joined lips, and her thighs tighten readily around his hips. One hand leaves his hair to pull at the hem of his own shirt in tandem, just enough to slip her hand inside - calloused but soft fingertips pressing slow but inexorable up his side, along the curve of muscle between his waist and abdomen. Drinking in the heat of his body, the familiar lines she has memorized blind. don't let one be you |
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