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She feels a little bad for lying to Jawn, when they first met, for acting gentler than she was. More feminine than she felt; this act put on she knew he’d see through anyway. But he believed her. He’d completely believed everything, treated her gently, listened to her false fears and worries and pressed a bow into her hands with a promise that he’d make sure she was safe.

Zora can’t really pinpoint when it is that she lost some of her hard edges. She hadn’t had them when Elizabeth was around, but that had been so long ago, it was like a completely different person had been piloting her skin. She’d been living like a lonely blade for hire for years, and had completely forgotten what it was like to be around someone she loved. She wasn’t sure when that started, either, the idea she loved Jawn. Somewhere between meeting him and desperately telling him that she’d been bitten, that she wouldn’t live long and they had to do something.

They spent a lot of time together that few weeks, as she got sicker. Woogie was around, then. He wasn’t stable, but he was still their friend, and he agreed to take night-shift watch and sit outside their locked door. It gave Zora and Jawn a lot of time to get to know eachother. And the first time he’d tentatively asked if she wanted to sleep in his bed, she thought she had known what was coming. That it was time for the other shoe to drop - that he was just a man like the rest of the men she’d met, all he’d wanted was a pretty woman to pin him down and get him off.

But it didn’t happen.

No, instead, he just… let her undress, crawl into bed with him, and wrapped his strong arms around her. He was shorter than she was, and yet - she’d never felt so small. Pressed against him. Letting him kiss her forehead, her cheek, her mouth. His heart was pounding fast enough it felt like she could hear it, the infection slowly twisting her senses to be honed and sharp to the sound of life. But he was so gentle. So gentlemanly with her. Asking her what she wanted, if it was all okay - if she’d rather just sleep and try to reserve her strength.

It didn’t matter - Zora knew she’d get weaker until she mutated like the rest. This night, this gentleness in Jawn’s arms, it healed some deep rip inside of her she hadn’t had the words to name. It couldn’t stop short. She had to have this, even if only for that night. Woogie might be mad at them in the morning, but that didn’t matter. Jawn loved her. Loved her enough to let her lay back, let her cry and kiss him and just breathe. He didn’t mind taking charge. Didn’t want her to do anything strenuous, anything she might not truly, truly want.

It was… the first time she’d felt loved in years. And once they’d started, they couldn’t stop. Even after what happened to Woogie, even as her body betrayed her, Jawn didn’t leave her. Wouldn’t give up on her. Would find somewhere halfway clean, let her lay down, let her cry and take care of her. Even if he had to do all the work. He liked it that way, he said. Liked the prep, liked the results - even when she couldn’t participate or move her body on her own at all. Zora was loved, and she could be the pretty girl who laid back and made love, and her leathers were long-forgotten with that persona it felt everyone had demanded her to take.