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he draws her near to him, small smile touching across his lips as he holds her eyes. he likes her presence, how soothing it is to settle around him. he rather enjoys looking into her eyes, likes the feel of her pressed there against his chest. “ it’s as though you’ve read my mind, sweetheart. ” he says, looking between her eyes and relishing in the knowing that right here is where he much prefers her. “ I might require that - along with plenty of your attention. you wouldn’t mind that so much, would you? ”

      Klaus’ warmth was so familiar to Genevieve. Sometimes it was hard to imagine him the vicious monster of legend. When all she had known from him was tenderness. Though she knows a monster burns behind his beautiful amber irises. She relaxes in his arms, as he became most honest with his feelings. “I wouldn’t mind at all handsome…” With a soft sigh, she rested her head against his. “Shall we start with dancing, art gallery, something more intimate?”

His reputation be damned, George let himself be manhandled by the neverland’s witch even letting out a fucking giggle at her displays of physical affection. He hated to be touched but she was allowed, always “oh, you’ve gone and became a sap on me” he mumbled with fake annoyance “of course adventures are better with me. Who’s going to make all the bad decisions? Those become the best stories”

      Melodic laughter tumbled from the perfectly painted crimson lips. “Oh, don’t you fret George Pan. I could still gut you like a fish.” Though she would never. “You right. My trip was rife with good decision making. I missed you terrible.” She dug in her purse. From her purse she retrieved an enchanted periscope. “It’s enchanted, it shows you any location you desire…”