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She struggles with herself as he scoots closer, only barely managing to restrain her gaze from dropping from his eyes down to his lips. She shifts a little herself to accommodate him, the hand previously laying on her belly now lightly grasping his arm. Butterflies take flight and flutter wildly in her stomach as their legs tangle, bare skin sliding over bare skin; she suppresses a gasp at the sensation. It's exciting but moreover it's pleasant and comforting, the added warmth of his body against hers lulling her further. She tips her head a bit toward his, her nose nudging his forehead, eyes closing once more. "Good night," she mumbles sleepily, already halfway under.