( she tips her head, studying him with openly trouble-making thoughtfulness from this slightly-beneath-him vantage point, blonde hair spilled behind her on his pillow and a warm flush still lingering in her skin.
[Her laugh in that darkened room, all slashed through by moonlight, seems like a warm thing. The crooked line of his mouth widens behind his whiskers in reply, slow and smug and something roguish in that glint of teeth.
That self satisfied smirk is still firmly in place as he shifts by those narrow degrees necessary to—] Hazards of the profession. [—kiss her.]
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( she tips her head, studying him with openly trouble-making thoughtfulness from this slightly-beneath-him vantage point, blonde hair spilled behind her on his pillow and a warm flush still lingering in her skin.
she laughs. )
You are conspicuously untrustworthy.
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That self satisfied smirk is still firmly in place as he shifts by those narrow degrees necessary to—] Hazards of the profession. [—kiss her.]