[ God it's good to be able to kiss him like she wants to again. Obviously she'd understood the crucial importance of restraint while infecting him was a concern — but she'd missed it more than she even thought was possible. Her eyes take a few seconds longer than usual to flutter back open as he pulls away... just in time for her to snort at concealer a few shades too dark on his nose. ]
Or maybe if you could hold your fucking horses.
[ That's a joke; neither of them can hold their horses, ever, and she's come to accept this. She reaches a hand to wipe away the smear for him, then lapses into a sip of hot chocolate. ]
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Or maybe if you could hold your fucking horses.
[ That's a joke; neither of them can hold their horses, ever, and she's come to accept this. She reaches a hand to wipe away the smear for him, then lapses into a sip of hot chocolate. ]