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Now, he pulls the blanket over their heads and bodies, temperarally cocooning them away from a world he knows will intrude all too soon. The world needs them; he needs her. So he shuts his eyes and whispers something against the velvety spot where her throat and shoulder meet. She twists and laughs underneath him, perpetual motion, shoving his chest with warm hands that though more than his skin.''Stop, your tickling me,'' she says the words breathless and easy as in a way nothing else she's ever said to him has been. He likes to make her laugh.
Caccon
