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( the compliment earns him a low hum of approval from her throat, her face feeling flushed maybe from the kisses to her neck, or the way he speaks to her, low and warm, or maybe just from the exertion of everything. there's a soft sigh when he rolls off of her and she'll take a few moments of her own to peer up at the ceiling, stretch her body out from her toes all the way to her arms extended over her head.
the question is definitely a good one; sara rolls onto her side to face him, gazing a little too fondly at him as she tries to read his expression from where she's at. )
Only if you're not sick of me yet.
( or, translated into normal human terms — aka someone who isn't them — "i'd love to." )
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