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timebethine ([personal profile] timebethine) wrote in [personal profile] untamedantinous 2024-01-05 10:42 pm (UTC)

Laertes smiles down at him for a moment while he gathers his wits, and then he's falling to his knees to gather Lucien in his arms and kiss him soundly. "My love," he says between slow, hungry kisses. "My heart, my treasure--"

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