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[duke_roger]

He rests his hand on Mary Anne's scalloped, downy back, listening to the slow shallow breaths she makes, the occasional sussurations. She has her hand on his hip, her face angled down into the pillow, and sweat is glistening under her fingers

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[song_tra_bong]

Her eyes come sharply into focus at the thought.

"Yes." The word is a breath. "I will."

She slides a little closer to him and squeezes his hand. "I promise."

Only then does she allow herself to fall asleep.