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combinations of guilt & grief sewn so deeply into my flesh that i wouldn't know where to begin if trying to untangle my limbs from the binds of these agonies.

“That’s what I thought.” She whispers softly.

“I swear to god Gideon, if I catch you with anyone else..”

“Better only ever be me love.” Head falling back to allow him to keep kissing.

“Flirt.” She whispers back as a red flush overtakes her cheeks.

Easily turning herself around at his request.

“Gonna just stand there and watch?” She questions, voice low as she removes a strap from her shoulder.

Nodding as she slowly works to remove her dress.

Chuckling softly as she easily follows him.

“And I love you too.” She replies easily as she follows him.

“I like everything about you.” She admits softly.

“So demanding.” She teased.

“Y- you know I do.” She stutters.

Arching up into this touch, small whimper falling from her lips.

Smirking slightly at his reaction, stepping impossibly closer. “Because you love when we argue.”

“No it was absolutely me.” Gently scratching her nails down his chest, smirking slightly.

Every second spent away from him has her feeling as if a part of her is missing. An ache to always get back to him. “How is it?”

“Missed you more.” She whispers back, hands slipping under his shirt where she found a small patch had lifted up already.

And god has she been aching for this, missing him like a part of her was gone. She immediately melts into the kiss, returning it.

Easily moving closer, desperate for that kiss.