[A scoot forward, as if he could sense her discomfort, and couch was abandoned for the extra space the floor provided. Fingertips traveled across wherever he could reach, reaffirming she was here, in one piece, and as she became more sure of things he deepened the kiss. Letting her ease into things, letting her dictate. If she was nervous about the death thing, about where it left them, he'd prove that it didn't matter. Sure, he'd liked her heat, liked feeling her pulse under the skin, but she was here, and that was all that really mattered in the end. They'd figure out the rest later.]
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