[ When his fingers tangle in her hair it reminds her just how much she's missed this. Just the closeness. The warmth of him, the reassurance that comes with that sweetness that's all his and nothing to do with whatever put them here. She hums quietly at his gentle shifting, slips a hand under the hem of his shirt to rest it against the warmth of his skin, and tips her head to lay a kiss against the line of his jaw. ]
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Missed you, Shortcake.