[ He remains quiet, looking over the new, gentler curves of her face. This moment...perhaps it really had been a long time coming. The nervousness he felt this morning before she arrived, the fear he'd held for her, the tinge of guilt that just arose. Slowly, his fingers unlace from hers as he moves to cup the side of her face. There's the briefest swipe of tongue to moisten his lips before he's leaning in and giving her what she's pined after all these years. ]
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