[Okay, enough with the words now. He was going to kiss her, biting at her lip, tongue sliding into her mouth as he tried not to pant too heavily while he set up that hard pace. Hard and fast and... fuck. God, she felt so good. If he got sent home any time after this and they pulled his memories away again, he'd remember this. He'd remember how good she felt, how she tasted, how she sounded with those little ohs near his ear. He'd remember her scent and her smile and everything. Everything about right now would be fused into a part of him that the gods couldn't take away.]
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