" don't go. " soft morning rays on her naked back, warm, welcoming. elia keeps her eyes closed. she wishes they could stay here forever, wrapped inside the taste of each other, their skin sticky and hot, their scent still heady and thick. here it is all too easy to pretend it's still 1965 or 1981, one of those rare moments of total bliss before disaster struck and took him away from her. the thought of him leaving again makes her feel sick to her stomach. butcher is unpredictable and dangerous, careless, impulsive. she trusts homelander even less. neither of these men is concerned with leon's survival. and though she has never known him as anything but indestructible, the fear of losing him again keeps her gripped by the throat. she wonders if he can her her heart race, if he can smell the hesitation on her. she presses her lips to the round of his shoulder and moves closer to him. " you could stay with me. we'd go somewhere far away, someplace safe, somewhere they'd never find us. we'll build that farm you once told me about. get horses, whatever you want. just... don't go, leon. "
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