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Date: 2022-04-02 06:18 pm (UTC)In the few coherent thoughts she had after being hit. "All I wanted was to be able to see you again. Somehow."
And, miracle of miracles, she had. And so much more – she's fine, absolutely fine. A little tired, but there's nothing left of the pain or fear or weakness. She wriggles beneath him, shoving the straps of the jumpsuit off her shoulders and down over her arms before she reaches for his shirt, tugging it towards his head. "Baby, please – "