[really living up to his name without even trying too hard here. when romance grips him tighter, he exhales a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, his fingers flexing on romance's shoulders, the press of painted nails a silent plea.
they start moving and mystery follows along, turning his head so he can brush his lips against romance's neck in the softest kiss he can manage.]
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they start moving and mystery follows along, turning his head so he can brush his lips against romance's neck in the softest kiss he can manage.]
I should have asked you to come.