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"I love you." She says, instead of good morning.
Instead of please, thank you, hello, goodbye. Any chance she gets. She says those three words and a million more.
"Watch your step," going down stairs at the rink.
"I'll wait" when he'll be home late.
"You're warm" as they curl together at night.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
"I love you" gasped as she arches on top of him.
He pulls her down like the first time. Like the first time, she looks down the long line of their arms to their intertwined hands. She is always aware of him, has always been aware of him ever since that first time. The rink, the day all of this really started, his gaze and his open mouth had been like physical touches on her skin. Had made her flash hot and no matter how much she told Jen he was being a creep she could not escape the facts. It was a sign, that it wasn't just her who felt this pull, and it was a sign that she was glad to have. Even if she had lied to herself about it.
She is aware of him now (how can she not be,) aware of each place where they touch. Aware of herself, in a way she only ever is with him-on ice or off.
His legs, bracketed by hers.
Her breasts, pressed against his firm pecs.
His mouth, leaving wet kisses in the shape of her name.
She rolls her hips, tightens her fingers around his. Drags her gaze back to his hot eyes as he looks up from the hickey he has just finished leaving.
"I love you" into his neck as she returns the favor, trailing into a moan as his fingers slide against her clit until she shudders against him.
His other arm comes to wrap around her, holding her secure through her orgasm and his own.
They stay put for a little while.
"I love you," when they move to clean up.
When he hands her the toothpaste.
When he shuts out the light.
"Do you mean it?" He still sometimes whispers to her hair in the dark.
"Yes."