[He pants up at her, his hands lingering on her hips, his eyes trained on her face. Her lips are a little swollen and darker, and he likes that; he likes it almost as much as he likes the flush on her cheeks, the way her skin has gone a darker blue--]
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[He pants up at her, his hands lingering on her hips, his eyes trained on her face. Her lips are a little swollen and darker, and he likes that; he likes it almost as much as he likes the flush on her cheeks, the way her skin has gone a darker blue--]
God. Yeah. You look-- god, you look amazing.