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The clock read 12:00, and she loved him. Her body fit perfectly against his, left leg tucked under his right, while her arms, one laying dormant between his back and the couch, lay gently wrapped around him. Now and then a twitch of her foot upwards to greet his, toes kissing momentarily before swinging back down to earth. Ear pressed against his chest, horn vertical to his sternum as she eavesdropped on the slow beating of his heart. His long fingers combed through her hair, retreating one by one until only his pointer finger was left, stroking down the back of her neck. His breath was hot against her scalp, face buried in her messy black mane, breathing in the scent of her shampoo while pressing tiny kisses to the roots of her hair. He could feel her smile slowly but surely creeping up onto his lips, her eyelashes flutter.  The clock read 12:01, and he loved her.