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"Would you?" She sounds skeptical, though it does not stop her placing more kisses on his chest, apparently at random. One of her hands strokes down his side, rests at his hip. "To only look at each other for years uncounted, and do nothing else? When instead..."

This time when her hand slides between his legs she lets it linger, cupping him in her fingers through his breeches, squeezing a little.