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He’s absolutely spent, pleasantly breathless and dazed as Tabris rolls off of him and curls up by his side. He pulls her close, murmuring in her hair, “Stay this time. Just tonight.”
She hums, but only in acknowledgment, not in agreement, fingers idly tracing a scar on his bicep. “.45?”
He lets her change the subject and laughs, a rumble that warms her entire body. He brushes a tendril of hair that had fallen on her right shoulder, exposing a nearly identical scar. “You would know.”
“Got it the second month on the job. Chased after a guy, didn’t notice his partner until it was too late. You?”
Alistair cringes before sheepishly admitting, “Training exercise gone wrong.”
She untangles from him and props herself up against his chest, eyes wide, slack-jawed.
He scrunches his face, “I meant, saving a baby from a burning building? Wait, no, that doesn’t even make sense, how about–”
She shuts him up with a kiss, laughter on her lips. She doesn’t have to leave just yet.