[ It's always a breathtaking sight to see him grow more comfortable with mischief and playing. His stoicism has melted away more and more. She giggles and leans in to brush her lips against his throat. She scrapes her teeth along his skin, but it's her tongue that traces at his pulse point. ]
Mmm, you're burning up. Hot enough to keep me warm in a whale hut.
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Mmm, you're burning up. Hot enough to keep me warm in a whale hut.