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Redemption Romance

Look Past the Blood on Your Hands

Red's in your ledger or you're making your way towards a crimson page by your very nature. Did you simply do what you had to do in order to survive? No one could understand how you lived. That could be just what you tell yourself, though; really, you might have enjoyed your crimes. You're not proud of some of what you've done, no matter what, and there's a part of you that will probably never heal.

If you were someone else looking in, you'd never be able to stand looking at you, much less stomach you.

But someone does all of that willingly. They can look past the blood on your hands and the bad decisions weighing on your shoulders. It's you they care about, not your history. Actually, they may even love you, though you can't begin to fathom why.

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[ Jack had always known just how and where to touch her. He's well-versed in her body and walks her right to the edge, his very own escort mission executed perfectly as he keeps her from tipping over, thick fingers pumping into her with an easy rhythm and leaving her squirming up into an attentive mouth with all the softest little sighs and sounds. No one would hear her halfway across the room, let alone outside of it.

She almost regrets opening her mouth when his lips leave her, hot and swollen until his cheek rests against her leg over his shoulder and his breath is on her. Her free hand goes down to card through his hair, thumb stroking his temple. ]

I will. Come here.

[ And she's tugging at his hand, urging him to climb onto the cot with her. On top of her. Don't make her say silly things like "I want you inside me"; he should already know. It isn't like it'll take long now that he's got her going, but she wants him closer. ]

[It's very, very hard not to ignore what she's asking for and keep going, but this isn't just about what he wants. He's the one who will be leaving in just a few hours, with no indication of when or where they might meet again. If Angela wants to be indulged in a particular way, he surely owes her that much.

When she pulls back, he climbs up to join her, a little breathless from having his face buried between her thighs. He kisses all the way up, practically crawling his way up the cot, fighting the urge to just collapse next to her.

He supports himself over her with one arm, the other starting to fumble at his belt.]

You want this?

[ The kisses get a breathy little laugh out of her as he indulges her, making his way up her body with the drag of lips and the hot feel of his breath, catching his cheeks in her hands when he's between her breasts. If he looks up, her brows are knit, apologetic. ]

Jack, I'm sorry; you're so tired.

[ His arm is strong beside her head, nuzzling her cheek against his wrist and pupils dilating further as he fumbles at his belt, glancing down. Does the way she bites her lip answer your question? ]

Why don't we fish him out and you can see for yourself?

[ She'll help him, nimble fingers dragging leather through the buckle and giving him a little tug as she loosens the tine, getting into his pants all on her own as her thumb pushes the button through the hole and she unzips him as slowly as she can stand, tooth by tooth clicking down until she can slip her fingers under the waist of his briefs, nails scritching in coarse hair. ]

Are you in any pain? You can lay down.

Don't apologize.

[He furrows his eyebrows in turn, not exactly fond of someone bringing attention to the fact that he's more than a little worn out. 76 tries to not to let any more of that show, leaning down to press his mouth to the side of her neck, working lower, his free hand tracing circles around a pert nipple.]

I'm fine.

[It's all but growled into her shoulder as she works open his zipper and dips hands into his briefs. 76 fully intends to put her on top at some point, but he'll have to wait until they extricate him from his pants, first. He sits up a little to push them down his thighs, and he can't exactly complain about the view while he pulls them fully off.

In an effort to convince her that he's not tired or hurting, he's pressing himself against her again as soon as his pants are gone, very nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of so much skin on skin. His hands shamelessly fondle her breasts and his mouth brushes across her collarbone, words coming out when he exhales.]

Miss you, Angela.

[ She'll hum dubiously when his mouth is at the curve of her neck and he's tracing a nipple, hardening further to his touch, but she gave him his chance to let her take over and he didn't take it. He doesn't give her much of a chance to lay hands on him either, finding him swollen once she pushes further and her fingers splay to either side of his cock, guiding him up through the waistband to catch the head between her knuckles and stroke the pad of her thumb over the slit, lips quirked. Just making sure he's ready. She wouldn't call this her favorite part of him, but it's definitely in the top 3. ]

You had better be.

[ She'll just go ahead and wrap those long legs about his waist once he's free of his pants and pull him down against her, choking back a little keen of pleasure with the feel of him rubbing between her lips, warm skin pressed right up along her body until she can slip her arms about his neck and bury fingers in his hair. All his scars are out for her to see and touch and she'll kiss them all before the night is over, but for now she's arching up into his hands on her breasts and her ankles dig into the small of his back in quiet request, using the hands in his hair to guide him back up so she can kiss him.

Angela doesn't believe a word of it when she can see the circles under his eyes and the weariness weighing down his body, but she never minded slow and easy when it came to them. She liked enjoying him as long as she can, even as he mumbles into her chest and she's sure the words go straight to her heart. ]

I miss you, Jack. More than you know.

[ The words are a whisper between them even as one hand slips between them to touch him, urging him to roll his hips against her as the other cradles his head against her, nails raking along his scalp. ]

[76 is pretty sure he has a good idea of how much she misses him, because he's certain that he misses her just the same. He exhales audibly as she finally pulls his cock out of his briefs, running gentle, deft fingers over it as he finds it increasingly difficult not to succumb entirely to the way she touches him. All it really took to get him hard was sitting on his knees in front of her, but now there's an electricity down his spine that he hasn't felt in far too long, and it only makes him want more.

She wraps legs around his waist and he pitches his hips to slide his length up against her opening, mouth searching for whatever part of her he can reach as he all but grinds against her. The wound in his side is little more than a dull throbbing in the face of her hands in his hair and her body under his, but the occasional twinge of pain reminds him it's there. He's being more careful than he needs to, perhaps.

Either way, he can't stifle the audible exhale that escapes him when he finally lines himself up, starting to push in but drawing it out just a little longer.]

Ready?

[It's sort of a rhetorical question.]

[ His words had been hard enough to take; her chest is still tight from those three vulnerable little words, echoing with every beat of her heart, but she has him in her hands and in her arms, and at least for now, here, he's safe. Alive. She's almost past that stab of pain as he grinds down against her and she's doing her best to keep quiet, heels guiding him through every roll of the hips to milk every last millimeter from him.

When her fingertips finally push the tip of him down to her entrance, helping him line up, and he dares pause, she breaks. Hairline fractures, tears welling up in her eyes even as she tries to tease and play it off, voice cracking as she murmurs low. ]

Jack Morrison, you keep me waiting all this time and you dare stall a few more moments?

[ Angela tries not to pull his hair, tries not to tremble as she desperately keeps from crying, thighs squeezing his hips as her hand eases from between them to slip back over his shoulders and hug him tight, a shuddering little sigh as she gets herself back under control. She's been ready for years; don't start doubting her now. ]

[WAIT NO DON'T CRY; that's probably the worst thing that can happen. His eyebrows immediately pinch together, like he's probably thinking he's done something terribly wrong. Maybe he's rustier at this than he wants to admit.]

No, don't--

[There aren't even any comforting words he can offer, but he does look down at her, lifting a hand to brush a thumb across her cheek, like he's trying to catch any tears before they have a chance. He knows he has absolutely no business making sympathetic faces or trying to comfort when he's the one who will be out the door in just a few short hours. It's unfair, and he's making it worse just by existing, but all he can really do is lean down and kiss her, offering the only reassurance he can.]

[ Only one tear escapes when she huffs out a little laugh with his expression, reigning herself back in and nudging at his hips. She looks apologetic enough herself for letting it happen, never intending to let him see her fracture. Angela presses her cheek into his hand and her lashes brush her cheeks for a long moment to find her voice. Steady, quiet. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean—

[ But he's kissing her and it wasn't with desperation like before; this time it's gentle and comforting and reassuring, and she meets it without a single tremble of her lips, arms wrapping tighter around him and stroking his back, fingertips trailing over varied scars. Bullet hole, shrapnel spray, knife wound, burn— and on and on. It's a back that's protected so many, and it's strong, and he's still so gentle. There's a soft sound muffled against his mouth and she rolls her hips up to meet him, taking another inch of him into her with a little moan. The second tear he can't catch, but she won't cry. He fits into her so well and fills her with heat, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers to ward off the chill. ]

[There's no point in continuing this conversation (even if he is feeling pretty badly that he's made her cry), and he bends to her instead, letting himself all but fall into her embrace. 76 doesn't hesitate after that, sinking into her fully as he presses his hips forward and she drags fingers down his back.

He moves slowly and takes a long moment to settle into her, exhaling audibly, like he's remembering how they fit together and what to do. He breaks the kiss and presses his mouth against her neck, voice a whispered growl.]

You have to be quiet.

[Not that he thinks she's going to make noise, or that he even has to tell her this in the first place, but it's almost like he's reminding himself, too. Getting caught would be bad enough. Getting caught like this is a possibility he doesn't even want to entertain. It makes it more difficult to fully lose himself in the moment, but damn if he isn't going to try.

He won't wait for her to assure him that she can, in fact, be quiet. She's right--they've waited far too long for this, and he starts to roll his hips against hers.]

[ Neither of them could say their relationship wasn't bittersweet, because it is to a T. A few tears were only natural, and she'd be replaying his words for weeks in the dark of the night and in her quietest moments, over and over. Sometimes she might cry. Sometimes she might smile. Other times it may leave such an ache in her chest she'll have to flatten a hand against her breastbone as if it were a physical hurt she could steady and wait for it to pass. But she'll process and tuck it away with time, as she did everything else between them. Something about this time was different and she'll pinpoint it later on, but for now he's resting his weight in her arms soft and sweet, sheathing himself in her so suddenly she has to suck in a breath with how her body stretches to accommodate him, almost painfully full.

She presses up into him, sealing out the space between them as completely as possible as she clutches at strong shoulders, one hand flattening as it drags back up his spine and she fights to catch her breath before he starts to move, whimpering into his mouth. Every little shift and throb of him within her sets her nerves ablaze, jolts running up and down her spine with how good it felt for him to fill her so perfectly and entirely. It pushes her close to the edge in one fluid movement, body clenching greedily about him. She inhales what he lets out as he breaks the kiss, trying not to hold him so tightly that he can't move as he pleases, easing as he shifts just enough to kiss her neck and rumble something into her skin.

It takes a moment to process, hyper-focused on the heat sunk into her slowly working its way up through her abdomen, through to her spine. The worst she'll do after the growled warning is breathe heavily, the occasional lacing of a whine edging around her voice, but she'll keep as quiet as possible. If for no other reason than to let him lose himself in this. She tips her tips and spreads her legs as much as possible, letting him in as far as she can and squirming for friction, any little bit of stimulation until he finally begins to move and she tips her head back on a silent sound, lips parting over something. Probably his name. ]

Of course—

[ That may be all she can manage by the time he starts rocking his hips, shifting only a few inches at a time, but she meets him with every press of his hips, breath hitching in her throat every time their hips meet and the pressure radiates from her hips. He's always been a big man, but the longer they go between their meetings, the less her body is accustomed to him, and the better it feels to work herself back open for him. Her nails scrabble at his skin as she seeks purchase until she can settle her hands back on his shoulders, kneading. Her lips drag against his temple and through his hair, panting softly with how close she'd already been. It wouldn't take her long to climax at this rate, but she wants to last as long as she can for him. ]

[76 almost laughs--not at her, of course not--at the situation. The sheer ridiculousness of it all means that it feels childish and completely divorced from the reality of things, but there's little else he can possibly do. He tells himself that he's allowed to enjoy this, even if it's probably not good for either of them.

With that in mind, he rolls his hips, pulling out slightly and driving back into her, letting her legs around the small of his back do some of the work. He doesn't want to end anything too soon, of course (and it has been a while for both of them, he assumes), so 76 prolongs his thrusts, holding his hips in place for a long moment every time he pushes into her as far as he can.

A hand creeps up to her face, thumb swiping across her bottom lip, the reminder to be as silent as possible, especially as he increases his pace.]

Good girl.

[He likes to think he can tell when she's getting close (rusty as he is), and isn't about ready to let her go yet, keeping his pace steady, even as she drags white lines across his shoulders.]

[ It is decidedly not good for them, but that never stopped them before. It wouldn't stop them in the future. It keeps them human and it keeps them sane and it keeps them connected, no matter what may try to come between them or what may happen. They would always have this easy relationship that could stretch across the world and still bounce right back. They'd simply spent too much time together for it to be otherwise. Maybe it was ridiculous. She's all right with ridiculous.

Angela squirms the first few times he thrusts back into her and pauses, desperate for the climax she'd been so close to before interrupting his diligent attentions, but she can reign herself back in once she realizes his intentions and tries to bask in the feel of him, the constant friction as he eases in and out of her. It keeps her in an ever-present state of pleasure and soon it's spread throughout her body and thrumming, helping him keep pace with the flex of her legs.

"Good girl" and a little shiver runs through her, turning her head just far enough to catch his thumb between her teeth, feeling the nail under her canine as her tongue laps at the pad and she seals her lips around him, sucking softly. It keeps her quiet, and she tends to his thumb the same way she would if he were to allow her between his legs, swirling her tongue about the tip of his finger before pulling off with a little smile, teeth scraping gently over his skin. Nothing about how he reads her body is rusty and he moves with her all too well, knowing just how far he can push her and just how to touch her, the lazy roll of his hips enough to drive her up the wall.

It's slow and easy and intimate, and she enjoys it so much more when they weren't trying to rush things and she has the chance to steep in the feel of his cock filling her and the press of his body against hers, watching his face and how his brows knit in concentration. Angela hasn't seen him this bare and been able to enjoy so much of him in... actual years. It's difficult to stop touching him and keep herself from looking him over— her lashes flutter closed and her nails brush up the sides of his neck, palms still working at tense muscle. ]

[He thrusts steadily, watching her intently as she takes fingers into her mouth, bending down to press lips to her neck. Since she has him held with her legs hooked around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, his other hand is free, and it gropes for her breast, kneading it gently and rolling a nipple between two fingers. All the while, his mouth seeks out all her sensitive spots--up her neck, under her jaw.

It's not long, however, before he shifts, a change of position seemingly imminent.]

Come on.

[76 trusts she'll know what he's doing and what he wants her to do when he starts to roll to the side, hands on her waist to help her on top of him without pulling out.]

Let me look at you.

[She's close, and it might be unfair of him to bring her to the edge and then switch their positions, but he wants to see her riding him, take in all of her in every way that he can.]

[ A soft mewl slips out as that well-worn hand kneads at her chest, her whole body arching up into a little roll that has her working herself onto his cock, muscles tightening only to tremble a moment later, tension winding as his kisses trail up under her jaw and she tips her head back for him obligingly. She could float on this pleasure for the rest of her days, edging closer and closer to release—

When his mouth leaves her neck cold and he shifts, hand on her waist hinting before he eases down onto the mattress, drawing her legs back to plant one knee in the cot and move with him— never letting go of more than a few inches of him. She throws the other over his hips and lifts up off of him almost entirely, leaving just the tip carefully within her. It wouldn't matter how long they go without each other; they'll always be able to read one another's body language, communicating silently as they touch one another.

Goosebumps fly down her skin now that they've separated, no longer wrapped in his warmth with the mattress soaking in their heat beneath her, but she'll work her hips in slow little circles, teasing him as she takes a moment to stretch and appreciate the view. As much for show as it is necessity, feeling the burn in her calves contesting with the heat between her hips, white-hot and coiling. She pulls the tie from her hair to let loose waves fall about her shoulders, hands immediately going to his chest, feeling the sturdiness of him. Up to his clavicle, fingertips tracing the line to his shoulders and then nails ghosting down his arms until she can take his hands in hers and lace their fingers together.

He'll be her support, for a change. ]

Feel a little better?

[ Jack had worked hard enough for her. She can take it from here, sinking her weight into his lap with a muffled little groan as she grinds into him, completely filled. It doesn't take her long to start riding him, feeling the burn flare back up her legs as she eases herself up off of him and sinks back down, hips swirling as she picks up the easy, intimate pace he'd left off at. It's significantly easier to grind down into him when she's taken his cock as deep as she can, but she wants to make this last as desperately as she wants it to end.

He needs to rest. Yet he's still throbbing within her, slowing them down and ensuring they take their time. She can appreciate that. ]

[There's relief in the way she picks up on what he wants her to do, like no matter how long they spend apart, they still don't miss a beat. It's hard not to tilt his head back into the cot as she starts to grind down on him, squeezing him with ever movement until he almost can't take it.

She only gets one of his hands. He doesn't want her to do all the work, of course, and he trails a hand all the way down the line of her stomach until his thumb is pressing up against her clit. They're both slick enough at this point for him to trace lazy circles around it as she pulls herself up and down on his cock, and he watches her with half-lidded eyes, the sight of her moving above him almost overwhelming by itself.

Now it's his turn to just barely whisper her name, back arching against the cot.]

Angela--

[ She's all right just having one of his hands, bracing some of her weight against him as she rolls her hips down, squeezing him like she'll never let him go. This can only last for so long but she'll enjoy it while she has him, a quiet keening sound in the back of her throat when his touch trails down her stomach and his thumb rubs circles in a swollen clit, bottom lip caught between her canines as the goosebumps leave her nipples hard and skin taught.

Angela enjoys his eyes on her, so she'll try to make a nice show for him as she flows atop him. Every little thrust has her clenching around him tight, letting her body roll with the motion of her hips lifting from him and pressing into his thumb when she lowers back down. Each plunge sets off a new little shockwave of shivers, feeling the heat of him inside her stirring up eddies of her own pleasure, winding tighter and tighter as they slowly careen together. It's the sound of his voice and the sight of him arching up beneath her that does her in, color flushing deeper in her cheeks and brushing her shoulders when she squeezes his hand, muscles trembling. ]

Jack, I can't—

[ The words barely form on her breath before her weight drops onto him and her further attempts are shallow thrusts, clenching tight around him and trembling as those little eddies combine into a storm. She's trying so hard to stay quiet as she presses into his touch and her legs give, elbow locking to keep herself upright as she keeps herself moving, lashes fluttering against her lashes as her breathing grows heavy, a little sigh on every exhale. The pleasure spikes up her spine with every little wave, nails digging into the back of his hand and eyes welling with the intensity of her orgasm even as she does her best to keep her eyes on him; keep moving for him. ]

[76 shushes her in spite of himself, like he remembers that they're supposed to be silent. It's difficult, sure, but this is the part where being quiet matters the most. She might trust that they won't be found, but 76 can't, even as she keeps baring down on his shaft, squeezing him, bringing him closer to the edge with every thrust.

Almost embarrassingly, he has to cover his own mouth with his free hand, both a precaution and a testament to how long it's been since he's even been this close to another person. She can probably tell. All he can really do is hope she's in the same boat.

When he sees her come above him, he's sent over the edge himself, hips bucking erratically as he drives up into her while she plunges down, all the while doing his very best not to let any noise escape him at all. After a moment, he's certain he won't make any noise and he pulls his and away, letting it slide up to her, palm resting on the side of her face.]

[ It takes everything in her to keep moving for him as the ache settles into her legs and each thrust reminds her how sensitive she is, letting him have his hand back to stifle his own sounds and leaning back to brace her arm against his thigh instead, lips parting over every soft exhale, chest heaving.

It's so good to see him caught up in this; the flush in his cheeks and having to cover his mouth, wishing she could hear him groan for her as she rides him. She sees the moment hit a split second before he reacts, the sudden stillness that turns to frenzy and the buck of his hips is strong enough to lift her off the bed with him and she almost laughs. Angela slaps a hand over her own mouth, pleased to feel the warmth that fills her, easing the rhythm back down to slow and sweet. Working him back down from that high and greedily taking every last drop from him. Her breasts heave as she catches her breath, eyes still hazy with her orgasm when he reaches for her.

She'll tip her face into his palm and cover his hand with her own, turning to place a kiss in his hand. Then she'll bring the other up to her lips to lick the mess off his thumb, and finally, she'll lean forward until she can kiss his chin, a quiet little gasp slipping out with the change in angle, holding him inside her still. She'll get to that in a moment, careful not to rest her weight against his stomach. ]

Did that feel good, soldier?

[His chest rises and falls as they come down from the white-hot high of orgasm. Sweat plasters his hair to his temples and his hand finds the small of her back, pulling her into him. In a moment it will be too uncomfortable to stay inside her, but for now all he wants to do is enjoy it before they need to go back to the real world.

He reminds himself that he's allowed this, at least. If only for a few hours.

76 presses lips to the side of her head, accidentally bumping against her when she goes for his chin. It's enough to get a laugh out of him, and this time it almost sounds real.

That will have to be a good enough answer for her.]

[ It's good to see him relax and have him pull her to him, even if she knows it's halfway just a bone-deep weariness. His laugh is contagious and she can't help the soft breathy thing that answers him, not long enough to reach his face properly without giving him up just yet. It is a good enough answer; she loves his laugh and she loves to see him smiling after so long.

This is everything and more that she's missed and she refuses to think about how little of it they'd have left, so she'll just begin to trail kisses down his sternum, pressing back down onto his cock until her back can't arch up any further and her lips have to trail off around his stomach so she can ease herself off of him. Then she continues to kiss further down, hands slipping down his sides and gentle over his waist, over his hips, missing his warmth inside her and feeling his seed leaking down her thighs as she shifts nudges one knee between his legs to make room for her.

She'll be able to shower later. The least she can do is clean him up a respectable amount to climb back into his clothes before he leaves, fingertips easing him from where he'd fallen heavy against his stomach so she can kiss down the length of him. Lick him clean before that hypersensitivity settles in, tending to him with a velvety tongue and plush lips. ]

[It all fades quickly enough, like he remembers where they are and who he is all at once. The little smile is gone and so is the laugh, but he still looks at her fondly as she starts to kiss her way down his chest. 76 tries to relax, letting his head fall backwards onto the cot as his hands start to comb through her hair, encouraging.

He becomes slowly aware of how wet and sticky everything is, just as the throb of his wound comes back to the forefront of his consciousness, but he doesn't stop Angela from moving lower. If this is what she wants, he isn't going to stop her, even if the guilt is starting to creep its way into the pit of his stomach all over again.

There's a sigh that accompanies that feeling, even as he tries to relax and enjoy the feel of her mouth and lips on him before he's too sensitive to take it anymore.

It happens sooner than he'd like, and he squirms and shifts a little, trying not to let on any discomfort. He'll eventually sit up slightly, reaching for her.]

Come here.

[ Angela is less eager to give it up, clinging to the illusion of peace tightly— urging him to relax as she kisses up and down the length of him. Swallowing down their mess without a hitch, because it's the most efficient way to deal with... everything. No blood, no semen, nothing left behind that could incriminate the late Jack Morrison.

She isn't left with much time to let him enjoy her attentions once she's finished, barely having pressed a kiss to the tip of him before his hips twitch back and he starts to squirm, earning an apologetic little glance as she eases his cock back down against his stomach and licks her lips. She doesn't crawl so much as she slides up against him, into his reach and nestling right against his good side. A long, languid motion until she can pull the folded over comforter over their nakedness and rest a hand on his ribs. ]

I'm here.

I know.

[They're quiet again, his hand finding the small of her back and letting her settle comfortably against him. He shifts a little to the side to accommodate her and turns slightly so that he can brush that bang out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. After that, he's quiet, just watching for a few long moments, like he's trying to memorize the way she looks curled up next to him just before she pulls covers over them. He'll want to carry that until they see each other again.

But he slowly has to bring his guard back up. They're still in a medical tent on a military detail. He's still an internationally-wanted vigilante and there's still the possibility that he'll be spotted here. That's the last thing he wants.

He doesn't know how long it's been, and that's unfortunately a problem.]

How much time?

[ The quiet is nice with him. Any other time it would leave her on edge; it's the sound of nothingness. No heartbeat, no breath, no creak of someone else's joints or the bed moving underneath them. The shift of their leg under the covers to say "I'm still alive". There are too many times silence has settled into her life when it wasn't supposed to. His eyes are on her and she'll adjust herself just so, making a bit of a show. She knows exactly what she's doing and she's been doing much the same.

Reliving the moment there at the end especially, the little laugh that had bubbled up as his hips lifted her right off the bed and she saw him unwind for the first time in months. The twitch of his hips that told her she'd wrung every last drop of pleasure from him until it hurt.

All of his worries are honestly easy to dispel, but nothing she says will convince him otherwise. If she covered him with the comforter and someone came in, they would turn on their heel and walk right back out. She's trusted and respected, and seeing her bare shoulder and a clearly male bed companion by the size of the lump next to her would send anyone running with apologies. No one would ask questions, no one would poke around. She'd hidden his jacket and mask under her own clothes so no one would see the tell-tale red white and blue leather, either.

She smiles as he tucks her hair behind her ear, shifting a little further up and motioning for him to come here, lay his head against her so she can reach up and stroke circles behind his ear. ]

Hmmm... about three and a half hours. Get some sleep, Jack. I'll be awake.

[ "I'll keep watch." ]

Redemption Romance

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rereading that last tag like "say 'hips' one more time, me, SAY IT"

hips are important

I may have heard a rumor once that they don't lie

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