Will's glasses got set on the side table and he lay back, hands landing on Lisbeth's hips. He slid them up her back, feeling the strength in the wings of her shoulders as they kissed.
She shivered, goosebumps forming behind the trail of his hands. Legs straddling him, Lisbeth looked down at him, taking a moment to admire him. He was quite nice to look at, after all.
When he didn't look mad and/or sick, Will was not bad looking, even he would admit that. He watched her, watching him, and he smiled a little, eyebrows rising - was everything all right?
It was more than alright. More than she'd been in a long time. Lisbeth leaned down to kiss him. She loved him, but saying it was hard, so she found other ways to show it.
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She made him think he would be all right.
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