It's nice, to not have to think too much about his face. She's already kissed his torn mouth, touched the angry red lines ploughed through his skin, seen how his face looks in unguarded moments. He thinks only about her, nudging her towards the edge of her desk as he quickly sheds that dangerous jacket in a clattering of buckles.
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Date: 2020-09-12 05:01 am (UTC)