She watches as he gets dressed to go running.
A sleepy hand steals out to the night stand to thread a finger through the chain of his dog
tags. They jangle together quietly in her hands. Two round discs, one on a long chain, the other threaded through a smaller chain hanging off the main necklace. In the light of the lamp, she finds the clasp of the smaller chain and undoes it, closing it again once it's free.
He bends his head to give her a kiss good bye, and she slips the long chain with its solitary dog tag around his neck. It's quiet without its mate to jangle against. He looks down at it and back at her, puzzled.
She holds up her hand, the liberated tag looped over her index finger. She closes her fingers around it and smiles at him drowsily as she pulls her hand back beneath the covers.
He grins down at her, shaking his head. He presses another kiss to her forehead before he goes.
She falls asleep, the metal warming quickly against her skin.
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mated ~