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a Serg Sergs it up at a pretty girl
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Yes. Those.

"I love you," he murmurs.

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She shivers happily. "I know. I really really appreciate it."

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He smiles up at her.

"I'm so glad I can make you happy."

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She laughs softly. "You never did stop at half-measures for anything, did you? Not dedicating yourself, and certainly not this."

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...he laughs. "I'm not the half-measures type," he agrees.

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"And I," kiss, "appreciate it," kiss, "very much."

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Kiss.

One of his hands tangles in her hair; the other ends up on her wrist, his thumb brushing over the spot where the Imperial sun hides under her sleeve.

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She shivers and makes a soft appreciative noise.

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"Mine," he breathes against her lips. He doesn't quite mean to. It is probably not conducive to her happiness or her positive regard for him. He just - feels it so strongly he can't not say it.

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"I know," she murmurs, and--well. She doesn't slow down on the kissing, at least.

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He squeezes her wrist and kisses her hungrily, with intense focus.

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"I want you," he says, a little breathlessly, "but I don't—want you hurt—"

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She looks at him thoughtfully again, then kisses him deeply and wriggles so she is no longer only half on top of him.

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...well. All right then.

Kisses. Very kisses.

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He squeezes her wrist again, putting enough pressure on the slave-mark that it starts to tingle warningly before he lets go to take her face in both hands for more very kisses.

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She makes a startled squeaking noise when the tattoo starts to tingle but this does not prevent her from being entirely present for Very Kisses.

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Mmmmmm.

"I," kiss, "would like," kiss, "to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here in the park. Please tell me if you object to any part of this plan."

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"Can you fix the clothes after?"

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"Mmhmm."

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"Then no objections," she says, a little breathlessly.

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"Oh good."

He kisses her.

He rips her clothes apart like they're made of tissue paper.

His own clothes wither and crumble to dust and nothingness, much the way his conjuration-plants do when he's done with them.

He pulls her down onto him and kisses her again.

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