She loved watching him tip over. It was like it caught him by surprise sometimes, and she loved that she could do that to him. For him. Because she knew that out of the two of them, she was the one who knew what it was to be loved, so she knew what she'd lost when her parents and brother had been taken. She knew what he'd never had, and it just seared the idea of wanting to punish Reginald Hargreeves for the sins of his actions in ruining the lives of children who'd just been born. Ruined them by giving them no love, no affection, only a minimal purpose as a thing.
Well, he was more than that to her. He was her heart. Her reason for breathing. And she could admit to anyone that he was her love, and she wasn't ashamed of that feeling. Not anymore.
She slid down and rested on his chest, sliding her hand up his chest and resting there on his shoulder as she kissed sweat-dewed skin. "Te amo, ahora y siempre."
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Well, he was more than that to her. He was her heart. Her reason for breathing. And she could admit to anyone that he was her love, and she wasn't ashamed of that feeling. Not anymore.
She slid down and rested on his chest, sliding her hand up his chest and resting there on his shoulder as she kissed sweat-dewed skin. "Te amo, ahora y siempre."