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"Good lord, you'll be the death of me' |
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That just fueled Gale's laughter, a big 'ole grin plastered across his face. |
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She smiled and kissed down his neck, leaving bold marks |
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He grinned, looking over at her. "Making sure people know i'm yours, hm?" |
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"If anyone doubts it, we have problems" she teased, nipping his spot |
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He opened his jaw to say something, the words dissolving in his throat as she nipped at his neck. Gale pressed against her, breath picking up speed as his eyes half lidded. |
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"You like that?" She purred, smirking and dragging her nails trough his hair gently |
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"Shit," He muttered, gaze flicking up to the stars above them. |
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Gale looked over at her, running a hand over his face. "Show you what? That everytime you do that it's basically torture yet I enjoy it?" He asked, grinning. |
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Heavy Rain
