To be in his arms while they kissed him... It was paradise.
โ Well, I'm convinced, but you can continue... I won't mind at all.
She smiled and gently stroked his face.
She surrendered completely to his touch, knowing it was the only touch she didn't need to defend herself against.
Her chest was close to his; she knew he could hear her racing heart, which made her a little self-conscious. Elektra, the great assassin... with a racing heart? +
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for a moment , the world dissolves .
it's a sensory overload ๏น ฬฒ perfect clarity all at once . the city's symphony fades to a distant hum , its eight million separate rhythms reduced to static in the background . all that matters is +
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She almost laughed at the thought, she placed her lips on his, she liked feeling that butterflies-in-her-stomach sensation every time he kissed her, it was better than the adrenaline.
Elektra then put her arms around his shoulders as she kissed him; she could do that for hours.+
She took the keys and kept them with her; she knew this was a big step for both of them. Nothing was said aloud, like what they felt for each other, but only actions that spoke for themselvesโthat was the communication of them.
โ I made lasagna for us, I hope you like it...
Elektra turned slowly to look at him, she gently stroked his face and smiled, she knew he would feel her smile, he often did that, she didn't know how but he managed to.
โ You know I'm not a normal person, but so that nobody finds it strange and for your comfort... +
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he stops loitering in his own doorway , taking a step to meet her halfway . he's not surprised at the key ... that she's already a step ahead of him โโ but he ๐ช๐ด surprised at the sheer domesticity of it all . digits enclose +
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