[ She was... honestly pretty damn content to just stay there, cradled in his arms, basking in the wonderful afterglow of their love. She'd gained more experience since their first time together, to be sure, but she had still never felt anything quite like that. She wanted to just absorb it all, soak in it, like laying in a warm bath...
She murmured, still in French, but affection clear despite the language, just love drunk little affirmations of how dear he was to her, and more importantly... ]
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She murmured, still in French, but affection clear despite the language, just love drunk little affirmations of how dear he was to her, and more importantly... ]
Tu es mon soleil...