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Sky's mind must've been on automatic, because it was as if nothing bad had ever happened. Or maybe this was what making up was like. Whatever the case, she was all smiles and murrs as he hauled her off to the bedroom, gently setting her down on top of the neatly made covers, hovering over her once she was settled.
It felt nice to be loved like that, his hands through her short hair felt so familliar and warm, soothing. His words were like some sort of fantasy made real again. She was in heaven. So of course, she reacted that way, humming softly as she trailed kisses along his shoulder up to his cheek, then nuzzling him, her hands trailing down his chest to his stomach.
I've loved you longer, Shawchert. She murmured, nipping at his ear. Enough talk. Actions speak far louder than words, after all. To make a point, she lifted her hips to grind against him, letting him know damn well what she wanted at that point; out of those clothes, for one thing.