[She clearly knew what she was doing. Not that he was fumbling. He simply followed what he wanted to do with what she was already doing. And she tasted light. He liked it. His hand brushes her hair back behind her ear before he changes the position to his side rather than over her. He didn't want to crush her. Or the flowers. It looked too pretty, and it wasn't often Gendry had pretty things. He didn't want to ruin them.]
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