What is this?! I don't even, it's not a real fic. There's one more day before my heart breaks in a bajilion pieces and I just got the sweetest comment on one of my old Dair fics so here ya go. I'm super shitty/rusty so go and play with the better Dair writers, I'm just using this as salve for the upcoming hurt. The show. I hate them. I wish they
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No time cos I gotta go out, but gonna read this tomorrow. Yes, that's right. I caught up on GG and can't deny being rather enamoured of this Dair business.
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Will come back with comments when I've read it.
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And he puts a warm mouth over her clavicle like he knows and he wants to thank her for her patience as he goes about cataloguing all the things she likes just listening to her soft sighs, pants and elicit moans. He puts her together in fragments, learning each part, sliding his fingers between hers and keeping their palms together as her hand goes over her head on the pillow and she thinks that's one of the things she might like the most. But she grabs her shoes in the early morning and leaves, neither look too closely at why.
I had to stop breathing for that entire passage and then go back to drink it in.
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