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Henry’s moody. He’s been in a bad mood all week and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to shake it. He’s sitting in Y/N’s kitchen, watching her make their tea and talking about what she wants to wear on her date tonight. Her delicate hands dunk the tea bags in and out of the water but he’s focused on her new manicure, she said it was a good color for autumn. He was jealous, a trait he wasn’t too fond of, “Oh, what about a grey sweater? Might wear that, looks good with my hair down.”

Henry watches the steam from his mug rise and he tries to seem excited for her but he’s not, “You always look nice.” He doesn’t even realize that he’s almost whispering. Y/N notices that he’s off, maybe he’s tired or had a bad day at work. He can feel her looking at him but he doesn’t bother to raise his head.

“What’s the matter?” Her hand reaches out to touch his arm but he seems to flinch a little bit so she draws back, “Don’t like the script changes?”

Henry snaps, “Nothings the matter.”

Her face matches his now. She sets her mug down and scoffs, “Jeez, fine. I’m gonna go get dressed.”

“Y/N…” She turns on her heels, showing him a pouty face that is sure to stick in Henrys’ brain forever, “Don’t go to dinner with him.”

“What?”

“We were all out, had a few and told him how beautiful you looked, and I was gonna just do it. I was gonna ask you for a date. He just wanted to beat me to it.” His lips are in a tight line and his arms are crossed.

She scoffs in disbelief, “But Tom asked me like a week ago.”

Henry gets up from the island and walks over to Y/N, getting closer to her face, “Told Tom as soon as I saw you walk into that bar. Said, that’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, look how pretty she is.” Her back is now against the wall and she somehow feels much smaller than usual. “Watched you dance with him, kiss his cheek goodnight. Saw you move your body against him and I wanted it to be me. I wanted to touch you, wanted to kiss you, be with you.” Her heart is beating so fast that she wouldn’t be surprised if he could see it beating out of her chest.

“I-um, I-“ Y/N can’t get her words out. Her eyes are locked with Henry’s and he doesn’t seem like he’ll be moving any time soon. His hand moves to rest on her hip and his thumb sneakily rubs the skin underneath her shirt, “Henry.”

“I shouldn’t tell you what to do but I want you and I don’t want you to go out with him.” His other hand cups her jaw, then rakes through her hair as he moves even closer, “I’ll regret it if I don’t kiss you right now. ‘Cause I know there’s a chance you won’t talk to me after this.”

His lips touch hers and she can feel herself pulse for him, just from one small kiss. Without even realizing it, she deepens it. Her hands slide up his chest and rest there, periodically gripping the fabric. Things quickly become all lips, tongue and teeth; hands squeezing and mouths moaning. Within minutes, Y/N is straddling Henry on the couch, moving her hips against him and then, the doorbell rings, ”Shit, that’s him.” Henry tries to suppress his laughter but he can’t, he chuckles into her neck and nibbles at her skin, “No, no. We have to stop. I have to go to the door.” He groans and grips her ass, singling her that he wants her to stay where she is, ”I have to tell him that I’m sick or something.”

He continues to suckle at her collarbone, “Or you could let him stand there.”

“Just a second,” She tries to fluff her hair and adjust her clothes, and hopes to god that there’s not a hickey on her neck. She opens the door to Tom, who manages to weasel his way in the door without even saying a word, “Um, I’m sorry I didn’t call but I don’t think I can make it out tonight.”

Tom leans against the radiator, acting smug and also completely oblivious to the fact that Henry is on her couch, watching them. “I hadn’t planned on spending much time out anyway.” Y/N suddenly feels her above-the-moon mood fading and wishes she would’ve left him outside as Henry suggested. He reaches out for her and Y/N moves back, “Weren’t this shy when you were dancing on me.”

She can practically feel Henry’s eyes on her, “I-I’m not feeling well. I don’t think I can go out tonight.”

“Come on, I’ll take care of you.” He takes off his coat, throwing it behind him only to have it thrown back forcefully.

“Actually, we’ve got that covered, mate.” Tom turns around in confusion, exhaling angrily as he sets his eye’s on him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

It’s Henry’s turn to be smug, “Taking care of Y/N.” It didn’t matter if he was just there to pick up a script, he wanted Tom out of there.

Tom looks back and forth between the two, noticing a smirk on Henrys face. “You’re a piece of work, Cavill.” Y/N rolls her eyes and Henry continues grinning. “Can’t handle the idea of not getting every woman you want, had to swoop in when I laid the groundwork?”

Henry drops the grin and his brows pull together, “Y/N, would you excuse us for a moment?” She messes with the sleeves of her shirt and is clearly hesitant, “It’ll only be a second, Love.” Y/N slowly moves to the kitchen, wanting to catch any of the words they’re about to exchange, “If I do recall, it was you who creeped in and thought you could take out my girl.”

“Well, if she’s your girl, why’d she say yes to me?”

“She was saying yes to me right up until you knocked on the door.” Y/N’s cheeks turn red even though no one can see her. “You don’t even respect her enough to take her out, thought you could just come here for a quickie.”

“And what makes you different? You clearly wanted to fuck her, too.” Tom makes his bold statement as if Y/N isn’t even in the next room.

Henry is more that offended, he’s disgusted, “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“Woman like Y/N—“ Henry cuts him off before he can finish.

“Men like you don’t deserve women like Y/N,” Toms jaw tenses and removes his hands from his pockets, “get out of her house.”

“What’re you gonna do? Hit me? What will they think of you then?” Henry is not a violent man by any means, but Tom is testing a side of him he’s never acted upon.

Y/N begins to pace in her kitchen and hopes to god that this doesn’t escalate. “If she wants to, she’ll call you later. Now, leave.” Tom keeps his stance for only a few seconds before getting in his face, “You think I won’t throw you out of here, Tom?”

“And Mr. Perfect ruin his reputation?” Tom pushes Henry, only to be pushed into a wall, knocking over a planter that leaves soil scattered along the floor. Tom groans but musters up the strength to punch Henry in his mouth.

“Henry!” He ignores her, and shoves him out of the front door, making him tumble down her porch steps. Y/N pulls him inside, noticing his bruised face and bloody hand, “Henry, stop it!”

He’s breathing heavily and hisses as she touches his cheek, “I’m sorry,” she walks off to the kitchen, returning to find him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He feels her hand at his chin, gently lifting it up to place a frozen bag of blueberries on his face, “M’sorry.”

She sighs, “You can’t do that stuff, Henry.” She sits herself down on the couch and places his hand on the pillow in her lap. “Why the fuck did you do that?” Her eyes are red, like she’s been crying. He lifts his free hand to touch her face but she moves away and goes back to cleaning his hand. “Didn’t think you were that kind of man.”

He can feel her disappointment, “I’m not.”

“Sure as hell seems like it.”

“I’m not. I— I didn’t mean to scare you or ruin your plants.”

She finishes with his hand but he leaves it on the pillow, hoping to feel her fingers again, “People are gonna wonder what happened to your face.”

He grins, “Defending your honor.”

“You’re such a nerd. Why didn’t you just talk to me about it?”

“I got nervous,”

“You got nervous?” She hitches her eyebrow up at him and he pulls her down on her back, so he can hover over her.

“I’m not nervous now,” He can no longer feel the pain in his hand, he’s too focused on Y/N, “I want you, not just a part of you, all of you. I wanna take you to dinner, make you dinner. I wanna teach you how to make that cake you loved. I wanna wake up and give you kisses and get your coffee.” He kisses her forehead and then her cheek, “Two creams, two sugars.”

“Is that you asking me out?” Henry settles between her legs and kisses her neck.

“Yeah,” His stubble tickles her and he tries not to laugh along with her, ”I’m trying to turn you on, stop laughing.”

“You’re tickling me!” Y/N’s hands circle around him, feeling the muscles under his shirt and bringing him close to her, “Come here,” She softy kisses his bruising cheek before sweetly kissing him on the lips.

Things are slower this time, there’s no rush or interruptions to be made. It’s just the two of them enjoying every inch of each other. It’s his shirt that goes first, then hers, “Lemme take you upstairs.” Y/N doesn’t get a chance to answer due to being throw over his shoulder.

She playfully slaps his bum while being upside down, “You’ve got a nice ass.” He takes advantage of the position she’s in to bite the fleshy part of hers, reveling in her squeal. He plops her on the bed, looking mischievous, “Stop staring at me and do something.”

He smirks at her, slightly tilting his head, “Make me.”

Y/N gets situated on her knees and leans forward, placing a kiss between his belt buckle and belly button before scooting all the way back to the headboard. He watches her more intently, observing every single move she makes. Y/N starts by taking her pants off, then her bra. He raises his eyebrow as she readjusts so her back is flat against the bed. Her hands run down her torso, upwards to her chest before finally sinking between her legs. Henry’s mouth slowly opens while her legs spread, and her fingers graze up and down her slit.

Henry responds by undoing his jeans, placing his hand in them and touching himself to match, “Do something.” He’s enjoying the show too much. Y/N’s demand forum is hard to resist but look at her.

“And miss out on you playing with that pretty little cunt?” Her hand briefly pauses but continues with more pressure. She’s never heard him used vulgar language outside of acting, and having it paired with him touching himself? She can feel herself get wetter and wetter. Her legs close and squeeze together, “Don’t fucking close your legs.” His voice raises slightly, causing her to open them quickly, “Such a good girl.”

Y/N watches him undress, leaving him to walk to the side of the bed completely nude. He strokes himself, he uses his other hand to reach over and touches her bottom lip. She fully understands what he wants , but God, she wants to hear him say it, “Not gonna ask me nicely?”

He bends down, looking her right in the eye, “I want to feel the back of your throat before I fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” He straightens up, puts his hands behind her head and gently guides her mouth on to him. Her lips wrap around him, her wet, warm tongue glides along him, “Look at me,” Y/N drags her eyes to his while he adds pressure to the back of her head. Henry moves her slowly and her eyes close as he hits his promised destination. He can feel her mouth fill up with saliva and it just adds to the naughty sight. He only does this a few times before exiting her mouth with a pop.

He wipes her mouth for her and even moves her hair back behind her ears. He then sits on the edge of the bed, holding his arm out for her. Y/N stands in front of him but doesn’t now if she should take the reigns or let him total control. She doesn’t get the chance to decide. Henry pulls her on top him, but not entering her, “Quite the tease, hmm?”

“Is it teasing or is it savoring every second with a cute, sexy, little thing like yourself?” She feels her face heat up and gives an involuntary moan. She ruts up against him, letting him feel just a fragment of how wet she really is, “Lemme fuck you,” he kisses her, his lips floating to her ear and whispering, “Can I come in you?”

If he wasn’t holding her so close, she might have slid right to the floor. She whines, thrusting against him once more, “I’m on the pill,” without hesitation he gets her on her back and kisses her vigorously. His hands squeeze her hip and thigh as he enters her. She feels a pleasurable burning, being stretched ever so slightly by Henry, she giggles, “Wow.”

He smiles and kisses her again, “What was that?”

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, reveling in the fact that he’s not at all serious, “You just feel good.” He squeezes her body even tighter, aggressively pumping into her this time, making her gasp, “So good.”

He starts to go faster, eventually pulling her by her hips and groaning as her walls quiver with each move he makes, “I bet you’re so cute when you come,” He didn’t realize he said it out loud, it was something that appeared in his mind and he couldn’t keep it to himself. A hand moves between them to thumb at her clit, “Show me.” Y/N is already weak for that accent and when shows any kind of authority in his voice, she could fall apart. He spits, an action she would usually find reprehensible, but the wetness lands on her folds, followed by slap, “I want you to show me.”

Y/N swears she hasn’t felt a build up this immense in years. She looks at him just as he smirks at her, and adds pressure to her clit, “Faster,” Henry obliges and watches her unravel for him.

He feels her come hard and listens to every single moan, groan, and breath she makes while saying him name, “Beautiful.” Y/N is still throbbing when he pounds into her, looking for his own release.

She grips Henry’s hands that are tight on her hips, “Come in me, Henry.” He let’s out what she can only describe as a growl. He starts to get erratic with his movements until his eyes shut tightly, and he exhales shakily. She let’s a another giggle escape her.

“God, you’re adorable.” She motions him to lower himself, allowing her to kiss him.

She can feel Henry smile though their kiss, “I think you’re definitely in a better mood.”

“Definitely,” He briefly breaks the kiss and runs his idea finger down her nose, “You wanna get some nachos?”

Y/N smiles, “Yeah.”

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Henry blurts out, “Let’s get out of here.”

“What?” Y/N almost chokes on her beer and gives him a blank stare.

“I’d really like to kiss you but I’m quite private and prefer not to do it in my brothers garden.” He has zero humor across his face, he is completely serious.

“Wow, that’s,” She pauses, searching for the right word, “bold?”

He raises that ridiculous brow, “Is it?”

“Well, yeah.” 

He had the nerve to claim that he is not a flirt, what a joke! “Do you want me to kiss you in front of everyone?”

She rolls her eyes, “No, I mean, I met you about 3 hours ago,” 

Henry cuts her off, ‘So, you do want to kiss me?”

She lowers her voice to a whisper, “Shh. I was told you were invited to chat it up with Jillian’s new friend, but you’ve been talking to me. Kinda rude, don’t you think?”

He scoots closer, “I don’t like Jillian’s new friend.” Y/N finds his terrible whispering charming, much like the rest of him.

She whispers back, “Why? She’s very cute.” 

“You’re very cute.” He leans in even closer, but doesn’t speak. He smells like Spring.

Y/N tries to hold back a smile, and sighs, “Did you talk to her?”

He hasn’t budged, “Did you talk to whoever they’re trying to set you up with?” 

She turns to face him, mere inches from his nose,“They didn’t assign me a person”. There he goes with that eyebrow thing again.

“Ah, unfortunately, I came along, huh?” 

“Yeah, lucky me,” 

“Let me take you home. One kiss, I promise.” 

Y/N sighs again, “You’re making me feel guilty,” her little smile shows her playfulness. 

“Let’s go.” He nods toward the house.

“Henry,” Oh, what a face he makes.

“Y/N,” but she can match that pout, too.

He has the sudden urge to poke her button lip, knowing it’ll make her laugh,“If I leave with you, we’ll never hear the end of it from Jilli.” 

He’d gladly listen is sister in law ramble on if he could get a date with Y/N, “I’ll take my chances.” 

She takes a drink, “Just one kiss, hmm?” 

“Just one, and if you think I’m shit you never have to sit with me at a party again”. 

“An offer I can’t refuse, eh?” 

He snorts, “Careful. Meet me at the door.” She simply nods and they briefly part they was to bid everyone a goodnight.

🖤

“Hey, Jilli, I think I’m gonna head out.” 

“With Henry?” Y/N stops short. Oh no.

“Why would I be leaving with Henry?”

“You’ve spent this whole party wrapped up in the Cavill charm.” 

“What? I have not!” Y/N has always been a absolutely terrible liar.

"Who won horse shoes?”

“Mark,” She says confidently.

Jillian raises her brows, “We didn’t play horse shoes.” 

“Well, I’m not leaving with Henry.” 

“If you think Sarah is upset, she left 45 minutes ago to meet a hinge date.” 

Y/N fiddles with the strap on her bag,“Oh.” 

“And maybe —our little plan worked.” 

“Jillian.” 

“What?” 

“What does that mean?” Should she be offended or grateful?

“Ok, Charlie and I may or may not have told a little white lie to get you two to finally meet.” 

“Are you kidding?”

Y/N looks out of the kitchen window to see Henry smiling at his brother, presumably finding out their ‘little plan’. “Why didn’t you guys just say you wanted us to meet?”

“Because if either one of you knew it was a set up, you’d lie and say you couldn’t make it, and Henry would spend the evening feeling awkward and quiet.” 

“Well, even if it worked, it doesn’t mean we’re leaving together.” 

“Are you ready?”

Henry’s timing is impeccable, Y/N could slam her forehead into the counter. “Yep. Thanks for having me Jilli. I assume you’ll be calling me tomorrow?” 

“Of course,” Jillian gives her a wink, “bye, sweetie. Be careful, looks like rain.”  

🖤

The doors close and Henry clears his throat, “You know, you haven’t been quiet all night until now.” 

“Must be something about elevators?” 

“Hmm. Maybe,” She can feel his eyes on her but she can’t bring herself to look at his face. She feels like she’s at a school dance and the cutest boy likes her, it’s ridiculous in the best way.

They exit the elevator. He follows behind, watching her soft summer dress move with her hips. “This is me,” they both feel a jolt of excited nerves, knowing that this goodnight kiss is coming makes it all the more intense. Y/N clears her throat, “I had fun talking to you tonight. And, um, thanks for taking me home.”

Henry moves closer to her. He tries to hide a smile but fails miserably, “I’d listen to you talk all night.” Their noses touch, but he continues, “I like your voice, and how you can’t seem to speak without moving your hands,” his arm snakes around her waist, “I like how you can go on and on about about the songs stuck in your head,” Y/N closes her eyes. He hasn’t even kissed her yet, and she’s completely subdued. 

He brushes his bottom lip against hers, then gives her a perfectly soft kiss. He feels her exhale in such a way that makes him want to take her right there in the hallway. She regretfully breaks away, but still touches his lips as she speaks, “your scruff tickles.” Then she does something that drives him wild; She giggles and kisses his nose. How can something so adorable make him feel so...hungry. 

He kisses her again, this time with much more passion. Her tongue feels like velvet and he can’t help but give her bum a small squeeze. She moans and he stops, “I’ve got to leave or I’ll be in this hallway all night.” 

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“Oh, hello there! Hello, sweet baby. You’re a pretty boy! Where’s your person, huh?”

“I’m sorry. His lead broke and he just kinda ran off,” He reattached the lead and rubs his head, “gave me a heart attack.”

“I don’t mind. He’s a big sweetie, look at that face. I’m glad he’s got his person back. Oh, yes! Yes, I am. He’s so friendly! You’ve got a good one. What’s his name?”

“Kal.”

“Clever.”

“Sorry?”

“His name,” She doesn’t know how, but he looks even better in person.

“Oh, yeah. Well, it seemed right”

“It’s fitting. Superman would need a Superdog,”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m Henry,"

“Y/N,”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m sorry about the ambush.”

“It’s really ok. I’m a big sap for animals, especially dogs. Kal here seems to enjoy the classics,” She points to her copy of Pride & Prejudice, “my Poppy is more into mysteries.”

“Ah, and where is Miss Poppy?”

“Sadly, she’s back home with my sister,” Henry is intrigued. He obviously knew she wasn’t from here, so what was she doing here?

“Mind if I sit?”

She gestures to the empty spot on her polka dot picnic blanket, “Oh, go ahead,”

Kal happily lays down beside him, earning pets from them both, “So, where’s home?”

“[Your State/City].”

“What brings you all this way?”

“Nothing in particular, really. I just felt like going somewhere new. I’ve never been to Europe. You caught me in my UK exploration”

“Oh, that sounds fun. Where have you been so far?”

“Actually, I got here two days ago. Any suggestions?”

Henry raises an eyebrow, “In London?”

She shrugs, “London, rest of England, I’m all ears.”

“There’s a great pub just down the way.”

She puts her book and water bottle in her bag, “Oh, yeah? What kind?”

Henry had a plan, “The kind where you can hear each other talk.”

She returns his smile,“It sounds cozy.”

“It’s nice. No one really bothers you there, if you’re worried about that kinda thing.”

“I imagine privacy is hard to come by.”

“Well, sometimes. It’s easier to blend in than you think, especially if you’d like to take out someone new and get to know about their travels.”

Y/N matches his tone, “Well, I think that sounds like you’re asking me for a drink.”  

“That depends on how you’d answer. If you say no, then it’s just a suggestion. If you say yes, are you busy tonight?”

“Do they have those big soft pretzel?”

“I think so.”

“Then I say I’m free tonight.”

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After an intimate conversation over beer and the much promised pretzels, he drives her back to her airbnb. They arrive at a small yet comfortable flat with a distinctive green door. “If it’s not too weird, I’m a bit sad that the nights come to an end.”

“Now, If I invite you in, it’s because you’re extremely handsome, I like looking at your face, and I like hearing you talk, not because I’m gonna sleep with you.”

Henry is taken aback, it actually didn’t cross his mind. He had planned on giving her one hell of a goodnight kiss but he hadn’t put that up in the air, “I appreciate the honestly.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

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“I think it’s important to surround yourself with good people, “ He notices her expression change, “Wha—,” she interrupts him by kissing him square on the mouth. He kisses her but slowly moves to her neck, “Thought you just wanted to hear me talk?”

“I do, keep talking.” Her hand rakes through his hair and pulls ever so slightly when he gives her a small bite.

He breaks free from her skin, “What do you want me to say?”

“Say how you feel.” Y/N nuzzles further into him as he continues to kiss.

“Mmm. I feel warm, welcomed, privileged. I feel admired, and a bit hard.”

She playfully scoffs, “Ridiculous.”

“Hmm?” How dare he? He knows.

“You know what you look and sound like. You know what you do to people.”

“Maybe. But I want to do things to you right now, want you to listen to me.”

She could float away any minute, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m listening.” She can feel him smile in their kiss.

“Good. Now, shut up.” Y/N was done for.

“You know, I saw you in the park before we talked, with your nose in that book and your lips mouthing the words. Looked like a cute little cliche,” he laughs at the corniness of the encounter, “Such a pretty thing, yeah? I bet you cry every time Darcy confesses his love, like the sweetheart you are.”

Y/N groans quietly with her eyes closed, continuing to listen and concentrate on the movement of his lips against her skin, “Now, I’m here with my very own Elizabeth. You seem so defiant but you’re just waiting for me to do something. Is that the kinda girl you are, honey? The kind that won’t be told what to do, unless it’s in the bedroom? Huh?”

“God."

“I can feel you try and hold back. Don’t be scared to move your body against mine. Let your body feel me, thats it. You want me to keep talking?” She nods,“I like women like you. You know what you want, you know how to get it. You wanted me, you got me. You got me where you want me, telling you naughty things that you’re gonna touch yourself to later.” Y/N breathes heavier and tries not to moan at his words,  

“That’s what you’re going to do isn’t it? Think about me while you come?” He sits up and pats his thigh,”Come here,” She looks very hesitant but is reassured by his sly smile, “Let’s not deny ourselves.

She climbs on, feeling the seam of her jeans rubbing against her tender center. She can feel him hard underneath her and she leans her body against his, chest to chest. His arms envelope her, making sure to keep her steady, “You’re driving me mental, like I’m 17,” He laughs again, “Pretty girl rubbing herself on me and I can’t keep my mouth off her neck. Jesus,” Her hips start to roll and he continues, “I want to turn you on so bad that it hurts. I want your pussy to hurt for me, I want your eyes to water. I want you to cry for me because I made you feel so good.”

She gasps and bucks on top of him, “You're going to make me break my rule.”

“I will only follow your rules. It’s what you want, and I’m having fun with what you want. We stop when you want to. We do whatever you want,” The way he dominates her but lets her be in charge leaves her head spinning in a new kind of bliss.

Y/N whispers, “I don’t think I want to stop.”

He flips her on her back, rutting against her, “Make sure you speak up, baby. I want you to be sure. I want you to feel good. I know you’d feel just like heaven.” He kisses her hard and so full of passion that he almost sounds out of breath. He strokes her button lip with his fingers before moving his face close again, “Is it wrong to wanna fuck a sweet little Angel like you? I wanna fuck you until you can’t call out for God anymore. I want you to scream my name. I wanna hear my name over and over again. I wanna be your god. I want you to feel my cock so deep inside you that you pray for more.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Y/N couldn’t imagine this if she tried.

“Say my name. I wanna hear my name.”

She buries her face in his chest while he continues to grind into her, “Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry.”

“The way you say it,” She boldly, and involuntarily, nibbles at his chest through his shirt and sighs surprisingly loud, “fuck. Can I touch you? Please, I wanna feel it. I wanna feel your pussy.”

“Yes.”

“You’re fucking soaked.” He glides his fingers up and down, softy and teasingly grazing over her clit. He relishes in her small cries, “I know you wanna come but you’re nervous. It’s ok. Just kiss me and I’ll take care of you.”

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