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Warmth blossomed in my chest, cracking the ice casing that had encircled my heart since I'd heard the gunshot all those years ago. No, further than that. Since he'd rejected me in the dungeons. And every time he'd done so afterwards.
"Mmm," I felt a glowing smile spread across my face, "Say it again."
"I love you," he said, placing his hands against the back of the couch and lowering his lips to my ear. "And I shall spend every second from now until my last proving it to you." He paused, drawing back. "And earning your forgiveness."
"I don't think there's enough seconds in the world for that," I bit the inside of my cheek.
The emotions that swirled in my chest were so hard to differentiate, name, separate, pick out. The confusing swell made heat rush to my head, and I felt dizzy and drunk on it. On his words.
"Then I suppose I'd better get started now, don't you think?"
Our eyes locked again, and I felt that distantly familiar twist low in my stomach.
"Can I kiss you, my love?" He asked. I didn't miss the my in front of that particular pet name of his.
I nodded, once. "Please."
I hated myself for how badly I wanted that. He smirked, tilting my head up.
"I do love it when you say that," he purred in my ear, and a shiver crawled down my spine, "Nearly as much as I love seeing you in that getup."
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, "It isn't like I—"
I was silenced by his mouth pressing against mine. And I was taken back to every single time he'd done it before. Kissed me.
He'd never done it like he did it now. Now, there was something I couldn't name. There was desperation mixed with longing, there was anguish mixed with guilt, there was love mixed with fear. It was a dizzying swell of emotion and I found myself leaning into him, partly so that I wouldn't pass out, and partly because I enjoyed the warmth radiating from him in waves.
"Tell me," he said against my neck, as his hands travelled the length of me, "Did that door have a lock? Because I do so miss seeing you out of that getup."
"I—" A gasp racked my body as he nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat, "I didn't see."
"We'll just have to pray no one walks in, then."
His hands settled on my rear as he hefted me up and over the back of the couch. I sank into the soft cushions in a flurry of sequins and silks, as he slowly rounded the couch, eyes never leaving me as he watched me hungrily.
He stopped at the base of my legs, pulling himself over the armrest so that he was between my thighs. He lowered, and his mouth met mine, pressing forcefully enough that I was pushed back into the cushions.
Just as I felt his fingers wander to the hem of my skirt, voices sounded directly outside the door.
We broke apart, and he offered me a hand, pulling me to my feet as we dashed into an adjoining room. We closed the door behind us just as the voices poured into the room we'd narrowly vacated without a trace.
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