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or even downright rejected.

however, she doesn't usually grab much attention. especially when on duty. so the fact that not only had he bothered with gio, but herself? unheard of. and she's glad that Dean had decided to lend a helping hand.

or two.

‘ i'll let it slide this time. ’ a playful chide. ‘ but your next beer is on me. ’ pause. ‘ as thanks. ’

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the librarian allows for guidance into the kitchen, the migraine that had erupted upon waking has been work-related stress. and while his glasses are critical for him to see, he wants to try and get the migraine under some sort of control.

alfons leans his taller frame between counter and island. eyes closed. as he hears the quiet, routine of coffee being brewed. at one crucial moment, when zdeslav has put a mug down, his arms wrap around him, a kiss pressed to his collarbone.

forehead touches to shoulder as he remains close until the absolutely last second. withdrawn, he does accept the mug, a healthy swallow of the liquid before a weary sigh escapes him. thankful. exceedingly so.

he can feel the throb slowly beginning to recede, a moment or two before he gives himself the ability to see once more. focused on zdeslav, completely.

instead of using his words, at least this time, he brings him in for a kiss. thorough and deep, expressing just how grateful he is of the coffee. the gesture. and, most importantly, zdeslav.

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a brief, low chuckle escapes clark. it's no surprise. with the amount of time that bruce dedicates to all things batman, when he craves for the comfort and security of his husband, clark is more than happy to oblige.

in fact, she'd expected him to push her away.

the kiss lingers, her hands at the base of his neck as she breaks it. eventually. not stepping back, at least not yet.

 ‘ do you always kiss like that? ’ acantha questions, almost playfully. ‘ or just the girls you barely know? ’

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she has to admit, cross looked absolutely scrumptious like this. worked up and frantically pleading to get some kind of relief. swipe of tongue across her lips.

leaning down, the brunette places a kiss to her collarbone.

as if to say: don't worry, i've got you.

zoya makes sure cross is watching as she secures the harness and strap into place. before she plants one more kiss to their inner thigh, guiding the strap inside.

‘ that what you needed, hm? ’

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his strength is obvious, though his grip isn't tight. the warrior carries her for a time, until there isn't anyone or anything but the quiet sounds of nature. he realizes that it might have been sudden, but the objective had been taken her out of the chaos.

malakai gently deposits her on a bench nearby. ‘ that better for you, ma? ’ he offers a bottle of water as well as the question.

despite the obvious discontent from taron, silas gives him a thorough examination. the immortal, with probably great protest from taron, helps him into a comfortable position. his touch, as always, is feather soft.

‘ for once, you stubborn thing. ’ it's endearment in his light voice. ‘ let me take care of you. ’

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