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And afterwards, he presses a kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder, hand still idly running over her side. There's something humming at the back of his mind, but he'll deal with it tomorrow. Right now, he'd rather press another set of soft, slow kisses to the side of her neck.
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"Yes, it was... so's this."
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