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[stirthingsapart]

The house was dark and silent as Thom made her way slowly down the hallway, avoiding the spots in the floor that creaked - she had memorized those long ago, and the knowledge came back to her instantly - and only praying that no one came down the hallway before she found herself in the safety of Henri's room. The danger was much different than it

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[butcivilization]

"Thom." Henri chuckled as she appeared, rising from where he had sat on the bed, legs tucked under him as he read. He was still dressed, but barely, only wearing his shirt and trousers. He was shaking his head as he went to her. "You shouldn't be here, you silly girl," he chided, grinning all the same. "It isn't safe."

[stirthingsapart]

"Everyone is drunk on champagne and asleep by now," Thom said, putting her arms around his waist; being able to touch him again felt like drawing breath after being underwater. "There is no danger. And even if there was, I would judge it worth the risk." After all, any consequences that arose from being caught would last only a day, at the most. Then they would be back on the island, where no one would bat an eye at the fact they shared a home and a bed.

"It's cold," she said and pressed closer, though it was June and the night was barely chilly. "You should warm me up."

[butcivilization]

"Your pretense is laughable," Henri told her with a twinkle in his eye. He cupped her face and kissed her tenderly, marveling at how starved he felt after being near her for a day and unable to do something even so simple as press his lips to hers. "But now that you are here, I can hardly chase you back to your bedroom, now can I?" He let his fingers trail through her hair. "That would be terribly rude of me."

[stirthingsapart]

"Unforgivable," Thom agreed, kissing him again and burying her face in his neck for a moment, wanting as much of his skin as she could manage and too impatient to wait for it. "I suggest you not entertain the thought a moment longer." She pressed him back towards the bed until he had to sit, and wasted not a moment in clambering into his lap. "Better," she said, and put her arms about his neck. "How have you been managing, darling?"