#wolfwins

for a second, she didn’t want to believe him. that wasn’t right, was it?? sammy always felt like she was heavy weight in need of dumping despite what anyone else might say. she tried not to, but it was one of the things that always sat on her shoulders no matter how she carried herself. “ do i?? ” or was he just being mushy after a few drinks?? she smiled at him, small and soft and a little apologetic as she pressed a kiss to his chin. “ that’s a relief... i was kinda worried there for a little bit, ”

she can't help but grin wide at him. was it cuteness aggression?? she wanted to jump on him, but worried a little for his overall structural integrity considering the state he was in, so opted instead to take his hand and press it to her chest, just over her heart to let him feel how it sped up. " yeah?? if we ran away, where do you think we'd go, hm?? somewhere sunny, maybe?? "

it takes her a second, skeptical of his earnestness knowing he'd been drinking. she'd take it though, savor it before he decided maybe this was a little too much vulnerability for the night and brush it all off. " see, i knew you were a liar, " but her tone was pillow soft, and she touched his arm even softer. " what else do you lie to me about, hm baby?? "

she laughed, a little past tipsy herself, leaning in closer to him with a skeptical expression. personal space was a concept that simply didn't stick to her after a few drinks. “ you can tell me anything you want to, but i... are you saying you’re going to tell me something you don’t even know?? how does that work?? i’m all ears, ” she playfully cupped her ear closest to him in anticipation of what he had to say.

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"you know, i am far from a violent person," she starts, but the way her jaw tenses provides enough evidence to have one suspecting the contrary. "but some of the arrogant men i'm opposing lately are making murder seem like a logical solution." of course she wouldn't stretch to such measures, but irritation fills every inch of her frame. "they talk to me like i'm an idiot, like i didn't study law at harvard, like i'm nothing but a silly little girl with whimsical fantasies about a happy world." she realises she's venting then. "sorry, sorry...i'll stop. i hate taking work away from the office."

leading the younger man through his modest cottage, a small smile tracing his lips as he does so. it feels like another step in the right direction, even if archie remained uncertain of where they were heading exactly. "as you can see, it pales in comparison to your place but..." his emerald gaze trails the confines of the room they find themselves within. "it's home." after spending countless years attempting to find his way, his place. he feels as though he's finally achieved it. "would you like a drink? i've got coke, lemonade, chardonnay, fruit juice, iced coffee, normal coffee, tea..." he counts on his digits as he goes. "oh yeah and water, obviously." cue the awkward laughter. maybe he was a little nervous. it felt like another wall he'd placed around himself was being dismantled, exposing more and more of himself to the other man, terrified it'll be too much - or not attractive.

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