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[ he's right: it is perfect. hearing him moan like that is electric after so long away, and all the trials that had stood between her and being here now. she laughs in answer and curls her arms around his shoulders. best to bring in him in to kiss, and lip at his mouth and chin, messy but earnest, exhaling every warm breath into the space between them.

home. home. she's home. this could be a painting. his cries, a symphony. ]

Mmm! [ at this rate, they will feed off one another entirely. moaning in reply to moaning, louder and louder, and more exultant. ] Herlock! Herlock, please, please—

[ one of her hands has found its way to her clit. ]