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[captainryan]

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Richard carefully clambers back inside, ducking low to avoid hitting either his or his prize's head. Then he eagerly glides down the hallway towards room 417. His scent is practically humming with pleasure at his catch and the hand holding her pinches her thigh.

"Nearly there," he rumbles, already digging in his pocket for the keys.

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[hell_in_highheels]

To this day, those three words still strike deep. The first time he said them, she could believe it was only for the night. And that was more than she'd dared hope for, even then. Every moment since then had been a gift.

Now? She knows they mean so much more.

Good. Her eyes close and she buries her face in his shoulder, breathing his breath, bathed in his scent. She holds him tight, happy beyond the simple telling of it.