LIVING DEAD GIRL.

a sly smile forms on his mouth and he tilts his head at her, raising a brow. ❝  maybe i am, ❞ he agrees. ❝  but you love that, don’t you? ❞ he knows that she does like him a little evil and that’s something he’s always loved about her ----- he never has to pretend to be someone he’s not. theo smirks at the innocent look she attempts to give him, narrowing his eyes at her and clicking his tongue. ❝  i might be willing to forgive you, but you have to actually make it up to me. make me coming over here worth it, ❞ he teases. it is worth it. just seeing her is always worth it. his eyes roll playfully and he leans in to give a little peck to her lips. ❝  fine, i’ll stay. you’re lucky i like being around you. ❞ it’s an understatement. he’s always looking for any excuse to see her too. 

her eyes narrow in on him for a moment,  head tilting to the side as she pretends she's thinking it over.   ❝  maybe a little,  ❞   she taunts.   she scoffs,  but a laugh follows as her legs tighten around him,  pulling him in closer to the counter.   ❝  well,  i was going to make cookies---  ❞    she taunts,  nose crinkling as she pauses for a moment.   ❝  wait,  is that what i said i was making?  ❞    because of course it was a lie,  she never had any intention of making anything,  and she doesn't even remember what she said now.   her teeth tug at her lip as she leans in,  kissing his neck quickly before whispering to his ear.   ❝  i think i still have something for you to eat,  ❞   she teases,  sliding her hand to his chest and pushing lightly so she can lean back and look at him again.   ❝  i'm REALLY lucky. now i know you'll come to save me any time i ask, ❞ she teases.    

it’s so difficult for him to keep quiet. as he feels her around him, feels her nails dig into his skin, feels her body pressed to his, he’s desperate to let his moans fall from his lips, but he keeps hold of himself, muscles straining as his hips move with hers. it’s clear she’s in the same position, so he moves his hand with hers as she brings it up to her lips. he clamps his hand down tightly over her mouth, giving her permission to be loud, knowing he sounds will die against his skin. he picks up the speed of his hips, thrusting into her with more want, chasing the pleasure this new intimacy with her brings. praises ache to slip past his lips, desperate to tell her how good she feels, how beautiful she looks, how much he wants her. theo uses the hand over her lips to push her head back just slightly, exposing her neck to him as he leans down to mouth at the skin in an effort to stop himself from giving in to those desires. all he can do is rely on what got them here in the first place ----- that she will just look at him, just feel him, and KNOW.

her eyes shoot up to his as he brings his hand over her mouth.  her gaze softens as she looks back at him,  but the desperation is still evident in her features.  she takes advantage of his hand on her mouth and allows what would be louder moans to muffle against his palm.  it's not just about the pleasure she's feeling -- she is desperate to praise him,  to tell him he's doing everything right despite the fact he's obviously more experienced than her.  she just wants him to know that he makes her feel good,  so she has to focus on what she knows works between them and tell him through her actions and her eyes.   her nails scrap against his shoulder blade,  and then they dig into his skin,  scratching down it desperately as both encouragement and praise,  to know that he's doing something to her that has her feeling so desperate to get closer to him in any way,  to make home within his skin as her nails scrape against him.  he moves faster, and her body follows his lead,  moving in sync with his as her legs pull at his waist,  silently asking for more.   the intimacy they've found with one another has brought her such peace in their time together,  but this is a new level they have yet to explore,  and she already feels like she knows him so much better because of their closeness. though tracy isn't typically one to curse,  the vulgarity muffles against his palm as she feels him guide her head back;  it's not the kisses to her neck that starts to make her legs tremble against him,  it's the guidance from him,  the way her body is entirely being led by his,  by his hands,  by his movements.  one hand continues to leave scratches along his skin,  the other trails up to the back of his head,  fingers tugging on his hair to reflect the moans that muffle against his hand.  

every time he fails to properly communicate with her, he regrets it. this is one of those times. the conversation they’ve had now about their future, about marriage, about love has been eye-opening and one he should have just let them have when he brought it up in the first place. he loves her. he wants to be with her forever. that’s all there is to it. ❝  i know, ❞ he speaks quietly, letting a grin pull at his mouth. ❝  it doesn’t feel scary anymore, tracy. i promise. ❞ maybe a little bit, but not in the same way as before. he just needs to communicate that when it gets to be too much. she’s learned to do that with him, and he needs to do it with her too. ❝  you can ask me whatever, tracy. about this. about anything, ❞ he promises. he’ll TRY not to shut it down. especially on this topic now because he’s more AWARE. brows raise at her as a more playful smile crosses his lips. ❝  when we’re 80? i’d rather not need a walker when we’re going down the aisle, ❞ he teases back. ❝  if we’re going to do this, we’ll aim for before 70. ❞ 

her smile matches his, and she's relieved to hear that it doesn't seem to scary anymore.  it reminds her of when they were younger -- when they both had such strong feelings for each other but were so scared to know where it would go.  it nearly broke them apart back then because they didn't know how to talk about it,  and though she knows nothing will break them apart now,  she still doesn't want to deal with that same miscommunication.  they're so far beyond that.   ❝  a healthy amount, then, ❞   she says with a small laugh.   her eyes look between his for a long moment before she nods her head.c   ❝  okay.  i will.  i promise, ❞  she says, hoping he'll do the same.   she scoffs, raising a brow as her hand slides down from his waste to brush gently over his thigh.   ❝  oh, you are in way too good of shape to think your body will give up on you by 80,  ❞   she taunts with a laugh.   ❝  70,  okay.  ❞   they're joking, but there's still something certain here,  as if he's saying that it WILL happen.  it fills her chest with butterflies, even though she doesn't think she actually cares which way this turns out.  maybe it's just the idea of being his wife at all that does it for her.  ❝  as long as i still get to spend every single day with you until then,  i have no complaints,  ❞    she says quietly.  

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@lizardes || theo AGREES with her opinion,  even if it may not exactly be the factual one.  the dread doctors made her what she is,  but they abandoned her when they decided she wasn’t good enough for them.  they made her powerful and then refused to do anything with it.  ❝  i did.  they just gave the both of us a basis to work with and i did something with it to get you to USE that power.  it’s better,  ❞  he tells her.  what he gave her was better than what they could have given her.  theo grins softly at her,  but there’s still something devious behind the smile  -----  something POWERFUL that she makes him feel.  he picked a wonderful companion to have.  ❝  i think we do belong together,  tracy,  ❞  he agrees.  ❝  i think we were always meant to be this way.  ❞  he was always meant to lead her and she was always meant to be loyal to him.  like they were MADE for each other.  and in a way,  perhaps they really were.  he hums when she presses a kiss to his lips,  closing his eyes and cupping her cheeks in his hands to hold her to him securely.  he kisses her FIRMLY,  pulling away when she does with a smile on his face.  ❝  it is.  it feels RIGHT,  doesn’t it?  ❞   he mutters.  

tracy stares back at him,  almost as if mesmerized,  her head nodding slowly.   ❝  you made it better,  ❞   she agrees,  a small smile forming on her lips,  because she finds comfort in the idea that they were meant to be this way.  somehow,  it makes all that she’s been through feel worth it.  ❝  you’re right.  and we were meant to be together.  ❞    like destiny,  she wants to say.  that’s how it feels  —-   they were always inevitable.  she hums into the kiss,  her hand moving to rest on his arm as he holds her face.  her eyes remain closed as he speaks,  grin growing,  before she finally opens her eyes.   ❝  everything with you feels right,  theo.  ❞

❝  oh, i’m sure that’ll be very difficult for us, ❞ he mutters sleepily, but keeps a teasing tone to his voice. ❝  we both hate that so much. ❞ more sarcasm enters his tone as he speaks. talking with her is one of his favorite things to do. it’s why he’s never even remotely upset when she wakes him up like this. he always wants to be awake with her, talking with her, and spending time with her. though, his brows raise, clearly waking up a bit more at her words, a chuckle escaping his mouth. ❝  what kind of other things? ❞ he prompts teasingly. he smiles at her, features soft and genuinely HAPPY ----- it’s an expression that is only coming more and more easily with her. ❝  i want you to. you are safe with me, ❞ he tells her. she’s the only person in the world who he can say that honestly about. theo hums as her lips trail across his neck, letting out a soft moan that transforms into a huffed out chuckle. ❝  if you keep doing things like that, i definitely won’t be, ❞ he whispers, letting his eyes fall shut to just FEEL the warmth of her mouth against his neck. 

her nose scrunches and she lets out a small giggle. ❝  yeah. horrible, ❞ she teases back. she hums, tilting her head back and forth as she pretends to think. ❝  i don't know. it's been a long day without you, so --- i just think i need to make up for it, ❞ she taunts, her eyes obviously looking down to his lips before looking back to his eyes. she brings her hand up, fingertips lightly moving over his cheek as she nods her head. ❝  i know, ❞ she whispers. it's not something she questions anymore. there are times when she feels like maybe her heart isn't --- that insecurity still eating away at her telling her that eventually, he'll move on, but right now, laying here with him like this, it doesn't cross her mind. she's amused when she hears the soft moan, smiling against his skin as she continues to kiss him. she adjusts her body, moving to straddle him while never letting her lips leave his skin for long. after a long moment, she brings her head up, raising a brow. ❝  i think i better get to work then, ❞ she teases, leaning forward to press her lips to his now.

❝  oh, well, i would disagree with that. you don’t let me get away with enough, ❞ he argues back lightly, a smile on his face. it’s the farthest thing from the truth. she’d let him get away with far too much, he’s sure. but he’s not interested in testing that theory. he just KNOWS. theo’s grin softens and he brings a hand up to gentle brush over her cheek, shaking his head. ❝  no. i have no interest in scaring you like that again, ❞ he tells her. though theo STILL hasn’t taken fully accountability for that instance that landed him in jail because he stands by the fact that that wasn’t a fight that was his own fault, he will never forget tracy’s face when she picked him up. he’ll never forget the feeling like he had disappointed her. it hurt. he loves her, so it hurt. his smile wipes away into a more serious expression. ❝  i know you were mad. and i think you were right to be mad. you’re right, i probably wasn’t hearing you. i learned my lesson that night, i really did, ❞ he promises. it may have taken him time to admit it, but he did LEARN. if not for his own sake, because he still thinks he could manage to get out of that situation, but for tracy’s sake. theo lets out a soft laugh as he can sense the effort to break free of his grasp is minimal, but he responds anyway, tightening his grasp and pushing her wrists further into the couch. ❝  some of them MUST. if they’re willing to get into the ring with me knowing that THIS is inevitable, then they must. but you’re lucky.  ❞ he takes her wrists into one hand, sliding his other down her body. he hooks his hand underneath her thigh to hike it up over his waist, pressing his body down into hers. ❝  i’ll do something about YOU liking it. ❞ 

she scoffs back at him.  ❝  well,  you're wrong!  ❞   she definitely does,  but it's not like she wants to do anything to change that.   her head leans into his hand,   expression softening at his words,  because she believes him.  at least,  she believes that he's telling her the truth in the moment,  but she also knows that anything could happen.  at least he's thinking of her,  and that matters -- that's what she feared was lacking back then  (  she knows better now.  )    her eyes look between his,  and she realizes that this is the closest thing to an apology she may ever get from him ---  and she's okay with that.  it's something,  and she can tell his words are genuine.   ❝  i know,  ❞   she says softly.  she knows because he made a better effort after that,  and she always appreciated it.   ❝  you haven't ever scared me like that again.  i'm glad,  because  --  i just never want anything bad to happen to you,  theo.  it's never been about not trusting you.  it's just wanting to protect you,  ❞    she explains.  it comes out easier years later,  of course,  when she knows exactly where she stands with him ---  as opposed to the hesitance back then when she didn't really know what their future held.     she squeals as he pushes her wrists down,  her smile brightening  as she stares back up at him, full of fascination.   ❝  am i? ❞   she asks quietly,  biting down on her lip as he brings her leg up farther.  her legs part more,  letting him fall into her closer.    ❝  i don't want to play by the rules,  though.  is that okay?  ❞    she asks,  a teasing grin spreading over her lips.   ❝  ---  'cause i don't think we need clothes to wrestle, ❞    she taunts.   

there’s a voice in the back of his head that still does nothing but SCREAM at him that this is a stupid idea ----- that realistically, this will never work. they’re bound to be toxic and this will only end in disaster. but he’s getting better at silencing it because this is what he wants, because despite all of that, they’re PERFECT for each other. they fit. they belong with each other, even if it ends horribly. ❝ i do, ❞ he whispers. ❝ i do see it. ❞ and they’re going to do something about it now. they’re not going to let anyone get in their way anymore. knowing tracy is immediately on board with his plans is both exhilarating and unsurprising (and the fact that it’s unsurprising only adds to the exhilaration.) theo barks out a laugh at her question, one that is DARK and low. ❝  no, she won’t see a thing coming. you know how careful i am. and if she does know anything, she’s in complete denial. ❞ he tongue swipes over his lips and he takes a deep breath, smile pulling at his mouth. ❝  i can’t wait to see it in her eyes when she realizes i’m not who she thought i was, ❞ he whispers. 

she is so relieved to finally hear that from him and know that he believes it, too. she's known for so long now, she was always so certain of it, but he was never going to accept that unless he was willing to break free from the life he was living. they can both be better like this, she thinks. she can make sure he doesn't have to ever regret it. her smile turns darker, reflecting his laugh, as she watches him talk about the plan. ❝  i almost feel sorry for her, ❞ she says, the smile turning more wicked. ❝  she doesn't know you at all. she doesn't get to see the real you --- the most beautiful parts about you, ❞ she insists. ❝  at least she'll get to know you now. ❞ no matter how brief. her hands slide up his arms, reaching his shoulders and snaking around his neck to hold him gently. ❝  i can't wait, either. and i can't wait to show her that you're in good hands now, ❞ she says. ❝  but mostly--- i'm just going to be thinking about you. ❞

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his head shakes at her and he grins, running his thumb over her cheek again. maybe he’s not ENTIRELY forthcoming ----- he won’t talk about what he feels for her. but if there was something WRONG with what they were doing, something that made him unhappy, that’s a lot easier for him to voice. and he doesn’t have anything that makes him unhappy. she makes him HAPPY. ❝  well, now you know, ❞ he shrugs. ❝  i won’t hold back. and you shouldn’t either.  ❞ his brows raise at her. ❝  can you promise me that?  ❞ 

she offers a small smile and nods at him. ❝  okay. ❞ it feels like a lie to promise she won't hold back, when her feelings for him are already so strong, and she's been so hesitant to talk about it for fear that she might scare him away. she'll try to be as open as she can allow herself to be, anyway. ❝ i won't hold back, theo. i like what we have. if i didn't, well--- i think you know all my tells now, ❞ she says as the smile grows. that is the truth, at least.

a grin widens on his mouth and he cocks an eyebrow, head tilting as he runs his eyes along her body once again. ❝  i know you do, ❞ he insists. ❝  i love it when you pay attention to me. ❞ he can always tell when he has her attention (and it’s not hard for him to get.) it fills him with PRIDE ----- even more pride than he feels when he’s got the attention of anyone else. it’s different with her. he enjoys the sense of dominance he gets from keeping her attention, but he also just wants to IMPRESS. he wants her to notice him, to LIKE him. and she does, but he always wants MORE of it. and then there’s that added bonus she mentions ----- she knows him. she knows how to take care of him. it fills him with a different warmth that doesn’t have everything to do with the DESIRE running through his body right now. he hums against her skin as he presses kisses along her thigh, reveling in the way she trembles against him. it only makes him more and more eager to drag that out of her. theo pulls back from her only enough to whisper. ❝  i understand. it’s hard for me to pick, tracy. i love every part of your body, ❞ he praises. ❝  i can’t get enough of you. ❞ he means it. he smirks up at her, raising a brow at the obvious sign that she’s losing her composure. he likes that ----- he likes being the one to make her break. ❝  oh, i can be thorough, ❞ he promises.  his hands rub up and down her legs momentarily as his lips return to her skin. his tongue swipes out over the skin of her thigh as his fingers trail over the other again, nails lightly scratching at her skin before he nips at the other thigh with her teeth. he wants nothing more than to just see her REACT to him.  

her eyes narrow in on him for a moment, her head tilting to the side. ❝  can you think of a time where i didn't pay attention to you? ❞ she challenges, a smile growing over her features. her fingers continue to move through his hair gently, but as he tells her he can't get enough of her, she tugs on it lightly, letting out a pleased sigh. that's obvious, yet it's still so comforting to hear that from him as reassurance that what they're doing hasn't seemed to bore either of them yet. ❝  i'm all yours, ❞ she whispers.  as his hand moves over the other leg, she starts to squirm slightly, soft moans falling from her lips as she pushes her fingers through his hair, then tugs, then repeats, the idea that he's still at work and he'll have to face someone after this far from her mind as she continues to mess with it. ❝  is this why it's your favorite? ❞ she manages to whimper out, body still squirming on the table as she has lost any bit of composure. ❝  because you know i can't sit still? ❞  she whines.

@lizardes || ❝  and it doesn’t exactly seem to me like you mind it too much either?  ❞  he points out with a playful raise of his brows.  ❝  otherwise,  you wouldn’t keep praising me so much.  ❞  he does feed off of that.  she’s someone who fuels his confidence  (not that he needs help with that.)  and he’s always aiming to do the same with her.  he only hopes she’ll keep getting better at LETTING him do that.  a smile breaks out over his lips and he lets out a soft laugh.  ❝  oh,  i have PLENTY of ideas for what i could do for you.  i could also just tell you that i’m very impressed and very PROUD of you that you did that,  ❞  he teases,  though there’s some sincerity to it.  his head shakes.  ❝  you’re VERY bad at staying away from me for a night,  but i want you to be.  i’m bad at staying away from you too,  ❞  he tells her,  leaning in to press a quick kiss to her cheek,  not at all caring who sees them.  theo smiles when she moves to kiss him again,  but his eyes fly up as someone bumps into them.  he lifts a brow as the person walks away,  clear annoyance on his face that they were interrupted,  but it goes away when he looks back to tracy.  his head shakes at her apology.  ❝  that’s not something YOU should be apologizing for,  ❞  he notes.  even if it’s a light bump, he’s not happy about it.  (in his mind,  everyone should cater to the two of them,  so someone being disrespectful and bumping into them upsets him.  he’ll deal with that later.  he wants to be with tracy right now.)  his head shakes instantly at her.  ❝  no,  i’m done playing.  i should give someone else a chance to win for once,  ❞  he teases.  he looks over her for a moment before offering a gentle smile.  ❝  do you want to be at this party or do you want to be alone with me right now?  ❞  he asks bluntly.

she smiles back at him and shrugs her shoulders.   ❝  well,  not that you need any reason to be more cocky than you are  .  .  . ❞   she trails off with a small laugh.   ❝  i just say the truth. ❞   and she means that,  too.   she likes praising him.  she likes getting to be around someone she gets to do that with;  he's just as supportive of her,  too.   she blushes at the implications of his words,  but she's caught off guard when he tells her he's proud of her.  her eyes shoot open,  lips pursed together,  and her smile turns sweet.   ❝  i---  had good motivation,  ❞   she claims,  nodding back to him,  as if that's not obvious.   there was probably more she could have done to take advantage of a night away  from him,  but she finished what she needed,  and she wanted to be here.  she felt like she deserved it after it all.   she looks down bashfully,  relieved at another confirmation that he's not upset she's here.  ❝  so it really is okay i crashed the party?   i was going to text you,  ask you first,  but  .  .  .   i wanted to surprise you,  ❞   she admits.  she hasn't always been good at that,  not wanting to show up some place uninvited,  but it feels worth it now.   she sees him glare at the person who just bumped into them,  but she’s not bothered this time,  and she doesn’t want it to ruin this,  so she brings her hand up,  gently holding it against his cheek as a subtle reminder that nothing and no one can get in their way of enjoying each other tonight.   she's surprised at how direct his words are.   she never wants to feel like a burden,  never wants to take him away from the things he enjoys doing.  they had no plan to be together tonight,  so she already feels like she’s barged in.  it’s instinct for her to want to keep telling him he can enjoy himself at this party,  but the bluntness of his words and the happiness she feels is too hard to ignore.   ❝  you won’t be upset if i said i want you all to myself? ❞   she asks in a whisper,  leaning into the confidence to ignore the insecurities that threatened to creep up.  the truth is,  she could enjoy this party.  she’s happy just to be here with him.  but if those are her two options —  she will always choose the latter. 

whatever this is that they have going on, theo knows that it WORKS ----- that they’re compatible. she approached him, but gave him the control immediately, just as he wanted. just as he ALWAYS wants. and she clearly loves giving him this kind of control, so he takes this role with ease. there’s nothing but CONFIDENCE in his features, taking a deep breath as he lets his eyes down her body from where he is behind her. his head tilts, a smirk pulling at his mouth and his head nodding. ❝  i know you are, ❞ he tells her, a touch of PRIDE for her in his voice. she can tell he’s that with him, certainly.  as she leans into him, he rests his hands on her waist, head dropping so his breath hits her neck. ❝  i’m VERY strict, ❞ he whispers. ❝  and i take punishments very seriously. ❞ 

there’s a part of tracy that wonders if this is a bad idea to get this close.  they’ve been flirting for a while now,  which is still new enough to tracy for it to be exciting and nerve-racking all at once —-  but nothing has actually happened.  she’s always wondering if anything ever will,  because if it does,  she won’t be the one to initiate it,  awaiting the validation from him that tells her that this isn’t just playful teasing for him and nothing else.  she wants more,  even if she’s never experienced more,  even if she doesn’t exactly know how to get there,  but she also wonders what happens to their living arrangements once they do cross that line.  will it be weird?   no weirder than it was avoiding each other when they were trying to keep to themselves,  she imagines.  still,  it’s hard to really be concerned about any of that when she can feel his breathing against her neck,  and her legs trembling lightly at the things he can do to her with just his voice.  she blushes,  letting out a small murmur when she feels his hands against her waist,  her entire body feeling like it’s on fire with just one action alone.  she musters all the confidence she has to lean back more,  pressing her bottom into him,  her back against his chest —  but it’s partly for him to support her weight,  her legs starting to feel unstable.   she gulps,  relieved that she can’t actually see his face right now because she’s sure her own is burning red.   ❝  what kind of punishments are there?   ❞   she asks quietly,  her voice shaking silently.  

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tracy has POWER like this. he can tell she’s feeling that too, that she’s unafraid and not doubting what she’s capable of. since the day they met and she saved him without thinking, he knew she could be capable of great things if he just guided her in the right direction. and THIS is the right direction. seeing her hold someone down as he pulls the ax out of them and brings it back down. it’s gory and brutal, but BEAUTIFUL. the gore and brutality IS what makes it beautiful. and when he looks over at tracy, he knows she can feel the same. as he swings the ax back down, he doesn’t care whether or not his blow is what finishes them off. he doesn’t care if the sputtering sounds of them choking on their blood that is muffled by tracy’s foot covering his mouth is the final moments of this person or if it’s their slow suffering. in fact, he HOPES they’re suffering. he hopes this man is conscious and aware, looking up at them and seeing what the two of them are capable of ----- seeing their POWER. his eyes look up to hers and his breaths are heavy, but he keeps them quiet before a wicked smile forms on his mouth. he doesn’t take his gaze off of her for even a moment as she brings her hand to his cheek, taking in a deep breath before she kisses him softly. theo drops the ax from his hands, now stained with the spray of blood from their victim and locks her into a firmer kiss. it’s one that’s hungrier, almost GREEDY with the rush of POWER he feels in this moment. he only pulls away enough so he can whisper against her lips, only loud enough for her to hear. ❝  you were perfect, ❞ he praises.  

she doesn't weigh much,  it's hard to put enough weight over their victim on the ground,  but she does her best,  stomping her foot into their face with all her might until theo has finished.  still,  she can't help but stare back at him,  admiring the power he exerts and how easy it comes to him.  she's been with him this entire time,  and yet,  she can't help but wonder if he'd ever done this before -- even before.   his smile is contagious,  a dark one of her own forming over her features to match his.  she's taken back when his kiss becomes hungrier,  a moan muffled between their lips as she brings her own blood hand to hold the back of his head.  fingers grip his hair,  and she keeps herself close to him,  chest pressing to his like she needs to be closer.  she nearly whines when he pulls away,  adrenaline pumping through her now.  she's barely processed the fact that they've killed someone -- only thinking about how good it felt to be doing something like this WITH him.  the praise makes her eyes light up,  like she's been ignited,  and after a long moment spent staring at his eyes,  she quickly crashes her lips into his again.  ❝  we killed him,  ❞    she mumbles against his lips,  no sign of regret,  only victory.  she pulls back suddenly,  her hands sliding to rest on his cheeks,  her eyes meeting his.   ❝  i've never seen you like that,  ❞  she whispers,  her grin only growing.   ❝  i will never forget it.  ❞