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"yes ma'am" he picked her up and walked to the bed laying her back on it |
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille smiled at him, holding onto him and dragging him down onto the bed when he set her down. "Thank you, handsome," she murmured, curling into him. |
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"welcome beautiful" he smield |
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille smiled, leaning up and pecking him on the lips. "I love you..." |
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Lucille woke the next morning, sore and tired. She looked up at Leim and smiled, running a hand through his hair. |
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He felt her move and he slowly woke up |
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Lucille smiled "Good morning, handsome," |
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" morning" his tone was deep and tired |
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His low voice mad her melt. "God I love your voice..." |
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She chuckled his tone sill low " oh yeah" |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
