An involuntary little noise leaves her parted lips at the way he holds her close, feeling more safe and warm than she can ever remember feeling. "You just like it when I admit defeat," she points out, and it's not like it's a measurable thing since she so seldom actually does.
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Date: 2017-01-26 11:08 am (UTC)