She considers kissing the hollow of his throat, wanting to hear more of that smoke-and-a-shot-glass whisper he reserves just for her, but decides against it. She presses her lips to the old scar on his left shoulder instead, and carefully scoots up his body.
She's sharing his pillow when she comes to rest, watching every expression, every emotion, flicker over his face.
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She considers kissing the hollow of his throat, wanting to hear more of that smoke-and-a-shot-glass whisper he reserves just for her, but decides against it. She presses her lips to the old scar on his left shoulder instead, and carefully scoots up his body.
She's sharing his pillow when she comes to rest, watching every expression, every emotion, flicker over his face.
"Y'know what I've missed?"