Okay, I give. I gotta kickstart the brain somehow if I want to get the Santa fics finished (which I do), so here we go. From the more-versatile-than-I-can-ever-hope-to-be
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"Would you like another blanket?" he asks, overheated and tongue-tied, working hard to level his breathing and steady the pitch of his voice.
"No, I'm very warm," she replies, one eyebrow quirked with mischief, each syllable a teasing bounce.
He watches her fall asleep on his chest (the dark eyelashes that flutter for a while as she sinks deeper, the soft pink of her mouth that looks innocent but isn't, the ivory curve of her naked shoulder), so full-throttle awake that all he can think to do is keep still and plan breakfast.
"Would you like another blanket?" he asks, overheated and tongue-tied, working hard to level his breathing and steady the pitch of his voice.
"No, I'm very warm," she replies, one eyebrow quirked with mischief, each syllable a teasing bounce.
He watches her fall asleep on his chest (the dark eyelashes that flutter for a while as she sinks deeper, the soft pink of her mouth that looks innocent but isn't, the ivory curve of her naked shoulder), so full-throttle awake that all he can think to do is keep still and plan breakfast.
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I have to say more. To both of these. But I'm just having some trouble getting over the OMG!
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I'm really glad you like it though:)
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