[ That look is one she actually treasures, that makes her heart feel lighter than ever, that impish smile of his appealing in ways she cannot express. However, she is reeling too much to truly dwell on it today, not when he's moving her clothes when before, only she could really do that.
Gasping his name softly when his lips kiss skin that has not been touched since well before her death, her eyes flutter, struggling to stay on him, to watch his face. She wants to ask him how he's doing it, how he knew he could, or if it was possible this whole time. But for the first time since... ever, Annie Sawyer is quiet. Bewildered but silent.]
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Gasping his name softly when his lips kiss skin that has not been touched since well before her death, her eyes flutter, struggling to stay on him, to watch his face. She wants to ask him how he's doing it, how he knew he could, or if it was possible this whole time. But for the first time since... ever, Annie Sawyer is quiet. Bewildered but silent.]