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[butterflyfactor]

The early years of her life aside, Layla hadn't spent much time wrapped up in luxury. She'd gone from orphanage to what was effectively the team's Bowery barracks to run-down, borderline post-apocalyptic ruins. The island wasn't bad, although real mattresses, couches, pretty much anything from Pottery Barn would have been nice. As much as she

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[howmanylives]

It's the dupe that stirred first, more aware than Jamie Prime for having just been created. Bleary blue eyes fluttered open, identical in every way to the man asleep, still, beside him; his gaze eventually settled on Layla, and he found her so singularly captivating that their unexpected surroundings didn't register, nor the change in climate (though to be fair, the dupe had never been on the island, anyway). A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, equal parts sleepy and delighted, seemingly by the sight of her alone, and after a moment, he reached out to brush her hair away from her face.

"Hello, beautiful," he murmured, then leaned in for a kiss.

[butterflyfactor]

Well, hello there. Call me a sap or a creeper, but I can't find it in me to complain, even if the man- or the rest of the man- I love is fast asleep beside his freshly minted twin. Technically, they're the same person, so it's not cheating. But only very, very technically.

Layla hummed quietly into the kiss, a soft little moan of acquiescence and approval. When Jamie Prime woke up, there were going to be a lot of questions and probably a bit of a freak out, so she felt no compunction about enjoying the moment while it lasted. It was, knowing her luck, probably going to be brief.

[howmanylives]

The dupe, in turn, seemed disinclined to stop, deepening the kiss with a moan of his own, his weight shifting on the bed far more comfortable than Prime had fallen asleep in the night before. The cold air bit at his bare chest, the hairs on his arms standing on end, but again, his focus was on her; the same could not be said for his maker.

Jostled by the movement, Jamie Prime woke with a start mid-inhale, choking on thin air as his eyes registered the unfamiliar room with the unfamiliar view before quickly -- and inevitably -- falling on the pair of love birds making time on the unfamiliar bed. It likely said something of his life that this wasn't the most disorienting thing he'd ever woken up to, but given the relatively lackadaisical pace of island life, it was jarring all the same. And so, despite the fact that he could once again choose every option without compromise, his inner monologue was remarkably single-minded.

What the hell."Hey!" he exclaimed, the clarity of his confusion belying his lingering drowsiness. He grabbed at

[butterflyfactor]

Layla grinned, eyes widening and eyebrows lifting.

"Oh, Jamies," she said, only slightly breathy herself, "of course I will."