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He'd paint something, but he doubted he'd be able t talk her into getting it tattooed on that lovey body. and that was just fine.

He rolled up onto his knees as she lay down beside him, and with a grin large hands were closing around her waist, smoothing up along her ribs, before he was tugging at her robe. He'd get to painting, but first, the hollow of that lovely throat looked far too appetizing. Grinning, he bent, an his cool breath eased against warm skin a second before he'd brush his lips over her collar bone.

He could paint later. They had lots of time.

All the time in the world.

Her laying there, her warmth, those glowing eyes as they looked down at him with nothing but adoration and love. He'd never thought he'd see that look in her face again, not after. Pity and guilt, that had been what he'd seen for a year, but never again.

As her head tipped back he'd take the invitation, lips trailing in soft kisses up pale skin until he reached her jaw. She was so warm, so alive in his arms. He wanted to drink her in.

Fingers moved against her back, kneading, exploring, Junko was tiny. A petite little thing that was all soft edges and buttermilk skin. "I love you, Junko." It was a soft rumble against her cheek, then he was catching her lips. The robe needed to go.