He was precious. A small voice in the back of her mind told her that this perspective was...off: he wasn't supposed to be darling.
Hot water streamed between their naked bodies, cool to the touch. She pressed herself against him and kissed the diluted blood-water off his mouth, drenching herself in the steamy torrents. The intimacy of contact
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Heavy stuff, but I like the reversal at the end.
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