Matt doesn't allow her to feel or not feel anything. He's not that much the boss of her.
In this, one or the other of them is going to be hurt, and he's not so good at stopping her from martyring herself sometimes.
"At least," she presses. His arms are a perfect fit around her. She'll find a way to fit hers around him too while she nuzzles into his hair. If asked, she'd protest she's just letting him think about it. Yeah, right. "I find cooking relaxing," she points out, "but I'll concede not everything needs to be complicated. So when it's time for breakfast, I'll make something really simple. But. If I'm going to be lazy and relaxing for at least eight hours, so are you."
Ah, it's true. So true. He has not that power or authority. She's her own person. And his will can't be exerted so very much no matter what heights and depths his love for her goes.
Two martyrs. How will they get by? Matt at least has someone to demonstrate the frustration he puts Verity and others through at last. Must someone be hurt?
Between the blankets and the embraces it feels like that isn't possible. "Alright. So it is spoken. So it must be."
You can lead a horse to water... and you can trust a Verity to be smarter than she is stubborn. Barely.
Maybe they'll find something better to use that wood for?
"Mm, yes. Because clearly, I'm the boss of everything." Oh, look what she's found, an ear. It gets a delicate kiss. "Besides, you know I need your good example if I'm going to do it right." This is not relaxing, is it?
Very smart and very stubborn. Oh and very kind. Very generous. Very frustrating. Are there any qualities that are just kind of? Matt can't think of any.
Perhaps a beach side bonfire. Or kindling for when the weather dips again.
His laugh rumbles as as it stops he relaxes even more. "You're the grand master and chief facilitator of everything." Matt feels his ear and cheek warm at that kiss. "And I am delighted to help the cause. Fitted more tightly together with her on him and around him, there's no way this can be bad.
"Now that we have negotiated time, food... what else?"
A bonfire would be fun. Going to the beach with him would be like a vacation, even if it was just for a day. Given how busy he is, she'll take what she can get.
Ver hums against his ear before moving her lips lower, into the hollow behind the ear, where she leaves another light kiss. The feel of his skin warming against hers coaxes out an almost predatory smile; her lips and teeth are going to get to work reminding him what happens when she's in charge.
"Since you woke me up, you have to help me get back to sleep."
Kind of crazy is acceptable because we don't want any padded rooms or straight jackets. They're not very useful for cuddling anyway.
It is getting warmer. Perhaps that would be a good social gathering. Just enough of an excuse to get out, see other people or... merely see each other. Could it be that Matt Murdock is developing social tendencies outside of his very small circle of friends?
The more she ventures, the more he warms and his hands take to less of a clutching press and more to a slow, rubbing motion to slip under whatever she may still have on. His mouth drops to her collarbone, it's a nifty place to start. There he can feel her pulse.
Verity would appreciate a chance to introduce Matt to her friends. He should at least meet her brother. She was good about including his friends in their life, after all; he kinda owes her a chance. If she can learn to be social, so can he.
Very little gets worn to bed, and now that it's not so cold at night, little gets pulled on when she's half-asleep either. All she's wearing right now is one of the tiny silk nightgowns he seems to like so much. He's welcome to venture wherever he wants, above or below the fabric. As always. His mouth on her collarbone makes her moan and latch onto his earlobe with her lips. He's going to get it now.
Horrible amenities in every location it is offered at is the general idea. They best steer clear from places like that. Just a hint of proper madness about one another.
He absolutely owes her the chance. And just generally owes her. Christ above, Murdock. You're so very lucky to have her. Looks like a beach cook out and bonfire is in the future.
One of the reasons he seems to like them so much is because just how tiny they are, how silken and how easily they can be added or removed from the real treat of her body. Matt's rough fingertips push up the hem at her hip. Her lips, her whisper and the hair is lifting on the back of his neck and his blood runs hotter. Call him a light switch but he's on just like that. He only bothered with sleep pants because of being warm. There's not that much between them. Enough for her to know that he's on board with the plan.
Oh, the horrors. The troubles she puts him through, wanting him to spend a whole day at the beach having fun. She's trouble through and through.
She has no complaints about how quickly he responds to her. She'd be a hypocrite of she teased, given how readily she responds to him. Her shoulder lifts briefly, nudging his lips off her skin so she can kiss him. Her kiss is hot and hungry now. Feeling him respond has turned her slow simmer all the way up to a boil.
"Mm-hmm. Yes. Proper New York manners," she jokes. A shifting of her knees and her weight lets her hips press more firmly against his.
Now with their powers combined, they'll plan it out. A real day of being at ease with other people. His and her penchant for trouble, well, Nexus and New York will have to deal with it. A whole day at the beach with her and the good people. Of course it will be a fun day.
Mouth to mouth and he shifts under her. Matt moans into her mouth at the firm contact. He has to stop touching her at least once to shove away his pants so they can come together the right way. "I love New York, " he laughs against her lips before saying, "I love you." That little silk thing can take a rest somewhere on its own. Matt pulls at it with more insistence.
So much fun. Clint can grill, she'll handle the sides, and someone'll have to make sure they've got beach balls and things. They'll manage it.
It's hard to keep the kiss going when he's doing things like that. Feeling him move under her makes her moan; once he's free for it, she lifts her hips and lowers herself onto him. "I love you too," she sighs. "God, you feel good." His insistent pulling is ignored until her hips are situated properly against his. Then she'll let him go long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. Their comforter canopy may be a casualty. "This what you wanted, honey?"
Beach balls, a limbo stick, a Frisbee... A thing like this needs planning and lists. Willis and Murdock are on duty. It's going to happen. Clint will get a very, very nice beer cooler for his grill master position.
Since they're not kissing he can gasp and sound right with her. When they fit together he holds her to him. Nothing like the way they fit, nothing like it in all the world. "Yes," he answers remembering also she asked him a question. Hah. "Yes, please." His turn for manners. Slip and canopy free there's more fresh air and a little more room. Matt can now be chest to chest as he starts them up in a solid, steady motion. "You're beautiful."
Clint'll probably be happy with the beer and lose the cooler.
Manners are good. It's nice to still be shown that kind of respect in these situations--and to hear how much he needs it. Chest to chest, her hands on the headboard on either side of him, Verity lets him set the pace and rocks her hips to meet him. It's more fair with both of them moving, and more intense. "You would know," she answers with a smile. "I love you."
Maybe just...a whole cooler full. They'll collected the cooler later.
All respect and reverence owed. Matt never ever wants to be over how she's got the ability to short circuit all of his thoughts. His hands are steady and sliding, one hand for each of her breasts as he leans against the headboard, feeling and hearing it knock against the wall now and again. More intense. "Yes," he smiles and laughs a little before it's lost in a moan. Since she's got a good and steady grip on things he can be as rough as he pleases with kisses and bites like she's one more delicious thing from the kitchen.
Getting over it would require more cognitive processes than they have between them both at the moment. No danger of that. If she could think, she'd be wondering how that extra padding she put on the back of the headboard is working out. Or maybe she'd try to calculate the best angles for this. Fortunately, the latter is something her body does instinctively, adjusting her height and her hips until he's hitting all her buttons at once. All that padding isn't going to help when she's unable to stifle herself. He already knows she's not the quiet type; fucking and biting and kneading her breasts is practically begging her to wake the neighbors.
So long as they can park him and he won't feel like he's been tricked into the position. A grill master must stay at the grill, it's like being the captain of a ship.
Oh but his mind is really not there either. All in his brain is concentrating on the terrific sensations they're creating together. Nothing beats the friction and impact as they fuck. Frantic and steady... And with her on top, sounding as she does, he'll endure a thousand odd conversations and notes. At least it's a morning hour. The padding is sort of dulling the noise of the headboard. Matt isn't the person to ask.
Clint's assured her more than once that he likes to grill. She won't force him into anything.
You know what's overrated in times like this? Words. Words are so overrated. Sounds are good. Moaning and grunting, gasping and sighing are all they need to communicate. The volume varies, but the message stays the same. More, more, always wanting more. Verity tries to claim an almost savage kiss from him when she feels her peak approaching. Every muscle in her body starts to tense in anticipation. He knows what's coming next: the moans growing in frequency and pitch, the slight trembling while she fights to keep control, the tightening around him. The words might not be there, but the meaning is clear: please, please.
Such a wonderful family Verity has for herself. And all of them wonderful people. Matt should get to know them better.
Communication can happen without those pesky words. Matt speaks her language. She feels gorgeous and tense. He response in her kiss, that is just as biting and wild as their pace. If he doesn't keep up, he'll be left behind. More means faster, harder. He'll give as much as she does. Tightening means to stay deep, stay consistent. Matt takes to just holding her tight and burying any sound of his in her mouth and throat. The majority of his contribution in sound is from throwing his weight into the headboard and Verity. Not his fault he's just so low and rumbling, right? It vibrates right into her body and she just absorbs it.
She's lucky to have found a good brother to look after her, yeah.
He's fluent in the language, but she's never doubted that. A brush of his fingertips lets him read her as surely as any Braille. The rumble of his pleasure tells her what she needs to know. She breaks away from the kiss to gasp for breath before diving back in, throwing all her energy and enthusiasm into riding him. It's a good thing he's holding on, it's a bumpy ride. Her hips grind down against his at every meeting. Deep and consistent and so perfectly proportioned means he has her cumming before she's fully aware of what's happening. Her muscles clench and she gasps against his lips and that's his warning. It's a wonder she remembers to try and stifle her cries of pleasure in another kiss.
Looking after Verity is a task also means to be in a league of select few to also be watched.
"Yes," he gasps softly. It could just be another low and rough breath. He can't help it in the wake of her released. The hyper sensitivity makes his part in their joining, in the ride even more breathtaking. Clenched so tight he just keeps them together and writhes. Stifled or freed, she sounds amazing as she feels. Losing awareness of himself he comes.
Clint does need his fair amount of caretaking. But their strengths are so different it works out pretty well.
"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.
"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.
They're quite the collection, all of them. How wonderful and unexpected everyone comes together from these twists in time and space.
All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.
Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.
He is so, so good to her. That's the first thought going through her head when she can think again. With his arms around her, she feels so safe. There's no need to go anywhere, he was right all along. She'll tell him. Later. When she can talk. First, she wants to focus on movements. Breathing, then hands, then lips. Those are her priorities. Catching her breath means she can try to pick herself, with a hand cupping the back of his head to ease him off her shoulder so she can kiss him.
Such a good morning. And it's still early enough they can do it all again later.
And then some. Whatever it takes to ensure that their bonds stay ironclad. It's the little things, like beer, like coming together. Matt needs to do more of that.
Oh? His thoughts are how amazing she is. How loving and how much this moment means as the other sounds of the morning are coming back to him with the slowing of their breath and heartbeats. Settled and safe is mutual. Matt murmurs, "I love you" into her skin. Verity will find that he is even more responsive and malleable to her touch. Right into her kiss. This is the life.
A good start for the morning. There is the whole rest of the day too. Matt feels his eyelids getting a little heavy. He'd rather wait to move. She's still full and the beautiful ache hasn't set into his bones. It's about taking care of her right now. The way she deserves.
It'd be good for him. For all of them. If nothing else, couldn't hurt to have a more experienced hero on speed dial.
The murmuring makes her hum, happy and at peace. She swallows, works her tongue a bit to make sure she remembers how, and manages an, "Love you too." Then there'll be more kissing, it's easier. Soft kisses, gentle loving ones, kisses inspired by feelings instead of trying to inspire feelings. Most of her still feels half melted, but the kissing she's focused on making good.
At least, until the yawn sneaks up on her. "Mmm.... sleepy?" They could go back to sleep now, he's done what she demanded.
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In this, one or the other of them is going to be hurt, and he's not so good at stopping her from martyring herself sometimes.
"At least," she presses. His arms are a perfect fit around her. She'll find a way to fit hers around him too while she nuzzles into his hair. If asked, she'd protest she's just letting him think about it. Yeah, right. "I find cooking relaxing," she points out, "but I'll concede not everything needs to be complicated. So when it's time for breakfast, I'll make something really simple. But. If I'm going to be lazy and relaxing for at least eight hours, so are you."
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Two martyrs. How will they get by? Matt at least has someone to demonstrate the frustration he puts Verity and others through at last. Must someone be hurt?
Between the blankets and the embraces it feels like that isn't possible. "Alright. So it is spoken. So it must be."
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Maybe they'll find something better to use that wood for?
"Mm, yes. Because clearly, I'm the boss of everything." Oh, look what she's found, an ear. It gets a delicate kiss. "Besides, you know I need your good example if I'm going to do it right." This is not relaxing, is it?
Good.
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Perhaps a beach side bonfire. Or kindling for when the weather dips again.
His laugh rumbles as as it stops he relaxes even more. "You're the grand master and chief facilitator of everything." Matt feels his ear and cheek warm at that kiss. "And I am delighted to help the cause. Fitted more tightly together with her on him and around him, there's no way this can be bad.
"Now that we have negotiated time, food... what else?"
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A bonfire would be fun. Going to the beach with him would be like a vacation, even if it was just for a day. Given how busy he is, she'll take what she can get.
Ver hums against his ear before moving her lips lower, into the hollow behind the ear, where she leaves another light kiss. The feel of his skin warming against hers coaxes out an almost predatory smile; her lips and teeth are going to get to work reminding him what happens when she's in charge.
"Since you woke me up, you have to help me get back to sleep."
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It is getting warmer. Perhaps that would be a good social gathering. Just enough of an excuse to get out, see other people or... merely see each other. Could it be that Matt Murdock is developing social tendencies outside of his very small circle of friends?
The more she ventures, the more he warms and his hands take to less of a clutching press and more to a slow, rubbing motion to slip under whatever she may still have on. His mouth drops to her collarbone, it's a nifty place to start. There he can feel her pulse.
"Mmmhmm, I can do that. There are ways."
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Verity would appreciate a chance to introduce Matt to her friends. He should at least meet her brother. She was good about including his friends in their life, after all; he kinda owes her a chance. If she can learn to be social, so can he.
Very little gets worn to bed, and now that it's not so cold at night, little gets pulled on when she's half-asleep either. All she's wearing right now is one of the tiny silk nightgowns he seems to like so much. He's welcome to venture wherever he wants, above or below the fabric. As always. His mouth on her collarbone makes her moan and latch onto his earlobe with her lips. He's going to get it now.
"Yes," she whispers. "Please."
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He absolutely owes her the chance. And just generally owes her. Christ above, Murdock. You're so very lucky to have her. Looks like a beach cook out and bonfire is in the future.
One of the reasons he seems to like them so much is because just how tiny they are, how silken and how easily they can be added or removed from the real treat of her body. Matt's rough fingertips push up the hem at her hip. Her lips, her whisper and the hair is lifting on the back of his neck and his blood runs hotter. Call him a light switch but he's on just like that. He only bothered with sleep pants because of being warm. There's not that much between them. Enough for her to know that he's on board with the plan.
"So polite, sweetheart."
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She has no complaints about how quickly he responds to her. She'd be a hypocrite of she teased, given how readily she responds to him. Her shoulder lifts briefly, nudging his lips off her skin so she can kiss him. Her kiss is hot and hungry now. Feeling him respond has turned her slow simmer all the way up to a boil.
"Mm-hmm. Yes. Proper New York manners," she jokes. A shifting of her knees and her weight lets her hips press more firmly against his.
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Mouth to mouth and he shifts under her. Matt moans into her mouth at the firm contact. He has to stop touching her at least once to shove away his pants so they can come together the right way. "I love New York, " he laughs against her lips before saying, "I love you." That little silk thing can take a rest somewhere on its own. Matt pulls at it with more insistence.
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It's hard to keep the kiss going when he's doing things like that. Feeling him move under her makes her moan; once he's free for it, she lifts her hips and lowers herself onto him. "I love you too," she sighs. "God, you feel good." His insistent pulling is ignored until her hips are situated properly against his. Then she'll let him go long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. Their comforter canopy may be a casualty. "This what you wanted, honey?"
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Since they're not kissing he can gasp and sound right with her. When they fit together he holds her to him. Nothing like the way they fit, nothing like it in all the world. "Yes," he answers remembering also she asked him a question. Hah. "Yes, please." His turn for manners. Slip and canopy free there's more fresh air and a little more room. Matt can now be chest to chest as he starts them up in a solid, steady motion. "You're beautiful."
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Manners are good. It's nice to still be shown that kind of respect in these situations--and to hear how much he needs it. Chest to chest, her hands on the headboard on either side of him, Verity lets him set the pace and rocks her hips to meet him. It's more fair with both of them moving, and more intense. "You would know," she answers with a smile. "I love you."
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All respect and reverence owed. Matt never ever wants to be over how she's got the ability to short circuit all of his thoughts. His hands are steady and sliding, one hand for each of her breasts as he leans against the headboard, feeling and hearing it knock against the wall now and again. More intense. "Yes," he smiles and laughs a little before it's lost in a moan. Since she's got a good and steady grip on things he can be as rough as he pleases with kisses and bites like she's one more delicious thing from the kitchen.
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Getting over it would require more cognitive processes than they have between them both at the moment. No danger of that. If she could think, she'd be wondering how that extra padding she put on the back of the headboard is working out. Or maybe she'd try to calculate the best angles for this. Fortunately, the latter is something her body does instinctively, adjusting her height and her hips until he's hitting all her buttons at once. All that padding isn't going to help when she's unable to stifle herself. He already knows she's not the quiet type; fucking and biting and kneading her breasts is practically begging her to wake the neighbors.
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Oh but his mind is really not there either. All in his brain is concentrating on the terrific sensations they're creating together. Nothing beats the friction and impact as they fuck. Frantic and steady... And with her on top, sounding as she does, he'll endure a thousand odd conversations and notes. At least it's a morning hour. The padding is sort of dulling the noise of the headboard. Matt isn't the person to ask.
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You know what's overrated in times like this? Words. Words are so overrated. Sounds are good. Moaning and grunting, gasping and sighing are all they need to communicate. The volume varies, but the message stays the same. More, more, always wanting more. Verity tries to claim an almost savage kiss from him when she feels her peak approaching. Every muscle in her body starts to tense in anticipation. He knows what's coming next: the moans growing in frequency and pitch, the slight trembling while she fights to keep control, the tightening around him. The words might not be there, but the meaning is clear: please, please.
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Communication can happen without those pesky words. Matt speaks her language. She feels gorgeous and tense. He response in her kiss, that is just as biting and wild as their pace. If he doesn't keep up, he'll be left behind. More means faster, harder. He'll give as much as she does. Tightening means to stay deep, stay consistent. Matt takes to just holding her tight and burying any sound of his in her mouth and throat. The majority of his contribution in sound is from throwing his weight into the headboard and Verity. Not his fault he's just so low and rumbling, right? It vibrates right into her body and she just absorbs it.
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He's fluent in the language, but she's never doubted that. A brush of his fingertips lets him read her as surely as any Braille. The rumble of his pleasure tells her what she needs to know. She breaks away from the kiss to gasp for breath before diving back in, throwing all her energy and enthusiasm into riding him. It's a good thing he's holding on, it's a bumpy ride. Her hips grind down against his at every meeting. Deep and consistent and so perfectly proportioned means he has her cumming before she's fully aware of what's happening. Her muscles clench and she gasps against his lips and that's his warning. It's a wonder she remembers to try and stifle her cries of pleasure in another kiss.
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"Yes," he gasps softly. It could just be another low and rough breath. He can't help it in the wake of her released. The hyper sensitivity makes his part in their joining, in the ride even more breathtaking. Clenched so tight he just keeps them together and writhes. Stifled or freed, she sounds amazing as she feels. Losing awareness of himself he comes.
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"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.
"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.
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All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.
Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.
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He is so, so good to her. That's the first thought going through her head when she can think again. With his arms around her, she feels so safe. There's no need to go anywhere, he was right all along. She'll tell him. Later. When she can talk. First, she wants to focus on movements. Breathing, then hands, then lips. Those are her priorities. Catching her breath means she can try to pick herself, with a hand cupping the back of his head to ease him off her shoulder so she can kiss him.
Such a good morning. And it's still early enough they can do it all again later.
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Oh? His thoughts are how amazing she is. How loving and how much this moment means as the other sounds of the morning are coming back to him with the slowing of their breath and heartbeats. Settled and safe is mutual. Matt murmurs, "I love you" into her skin. Verity will find that he is even more responsive and malleable to her touch. Right into her kiss. This is the life.
A good start for the morning. There is the whole rest of the day too. Matt feels his eyelids getting a little heavy. He'd rather wait to move. She's still full and the beautiful ache hasn't set into his bones. It's about taking care of her right now. The way she deserves.
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The murmuring makes her hum, happy and at peace. She swallows, works her tongue a bit to make sure she remembers how, and manages an, "Love you too." Then there'll be more kissing, it's easier. Soft kisses, gentle loving ones, kisses inspired by feelings instead of trying to inspire feelings. Most of her still feels half melted, but the kissing she's focused on making good.
At least, until the yawn sneaks up on her. "Mmm.... sleepy?" They could go back to sleep now, he's done what she demanded.
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