Le Lapin
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They had been lucky. They had been so so lucky. News reports played constantly on the TV in a corner of the room, each cycle with an update on how many had died in the attack. Each time the number would climb as some were found or died in hospital Alec would take Q's hand, would kiss each of his fingers, his palm, his wrist. The dazed man would giggle, would run the pads of his fingers lovingly over his partner's lips. Softly Alec would bite one and and Q would laugh while Alec wanted to weep. But he had known good fortune enough times to not look it in the mouth.
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