I could do a lot of things to you... but that's why we're here, aren't we?
[To find that out, right? That very long list.
She can't lie and say she hasn't thought about it, especially when she's already admitted that he features in her mind far more often than not. Even if it hasn't been that long since she told him he needed time to mourn, maybe he's had enough time. Dying yourself kind of screws up how long one needs to do something anyway. Who cares? Not her, not when she runs her hands along his bare chest, nails grazing across his nipples on her way to wind her arms around his neck. He's warm and alive and it's not the weird feeling of boning a dead guy anywhere.]
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[To find that out, right? That very long list.
She can't lie and say she hasn't thought about it, especially when she's already admitted that he features in her mind far more often than not. Even if it hasn't been that long since she told him he needed time to mourn, maybe he's had enough time. Dying yourself kind of screws up how long one needs to do something anyway. Who cares? Not her, not when she runs her hands along his bare chest, nails grazing across his nipples on her way to wind her arms around his neck. He's warm and alive and it's not the weird feeling of boning a dead guy anywhere.]