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[ nina can feel the slight tense in his figure once she's lifting the sheets enough to allow lean legs to brush beneath, watches the way muscles flit amongst the broad plane of his back, and it's enough to urge her closer. to note that he's awake, even if he'd already slightly began to drift off. only a moment after his comment and she has her chest pressed up nearer him, one hand resting at his side while she plants lips at the centre of his spine. ] They're not going to know.

[ they couldn't. it's just a whisper, running her thumb in smoothing lines back and forth where it rests, nosing against his heated flesh. ]