[He wasn't exactly Captain America. He could feel the soreness pulsing through his own body, but somehow he'd gotten less knocked up than Darcy. The good drugs were helping too though.
Maybe that was why he wasn't quite so disturbed by sharing thoughts with Darcy. That or her thoughts sounded a lot like his own.
He shot her a sympathetic look, his eyes searching hers to see if the movement was too much, but gave her a small grin as she finished the thought.]
You're definitely not.
[He leaned in, curling his fingers underneath the fabric of the gown and pulled it off carefully.]
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Maybe that was why he wasn't quite so disturbed by sharing thoughts with Darcy. That or her thoughts sounded a lot like his own.
He shot her a sympathetic look, his eyes searching hers to see if the movement was too much, but gave her a small grin as she finished the thought.]
You're definitely not.
[He leaned in, curling his fingers underneath the fabric of the gown and pulled it off carefully.]