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Up up and away: By Jenna and Truthwebothknow

TITLE:               Up, Up and Away
                                    AUTHORS:             Jenna  addictedtofic@y...
                                    Truthwebothknow  k.morse@n...
                                    FEEDBACK:            Worshipped, adored and cuddled!
                                    SPOILERS:            All Things
                                    CATEGORY:            MSR; MT/SC; ANGST
                                    RATING:              R (on the border)
                                    DISCLAIMER:          Carter/1013...you don't deserve 'em; therefore,
                                    we're taking 'em over. *skitters off, laughing
                                    hysterically.*
                                    ARCHIVE:             Anywhere... please just let us know first.
                                    SUMMARY:             How did Mulder and Scully spend the next
                                    day "after the deed?"
                                    AUTHOR'S NOTES:      Written for After-The-Fact and for the March
                                    babies at "Mulder's Refuge." This one's for you!
                                    Happy Birthday! ;)
                                    AUTHOR'S THANKS:     Thanks to you Lisa for being such a great beta
                                    and co-writer! 53 million favors and counting.
                                    Also thanks to Obfusc8er for the late night
                                    thought processing. ;)
                                    WEBSITES:            http://jennasxffic.tripod.com/
                                    http://truthwebothknow.tripod.com/index.html
                                    
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                                    Saturday, March 25, 2000
                                    Mulder's Apartment
                                    Alexandria, Virginia
                                    11:00 a.m.
                                    
                                    The light seeped through the curtains, casting an orange hue on the 
                                    damp, tangled sheets. He slowly opened bleary eyes and immediately 
                                    discovered that he was lying in his own, seldom-used bed. 'What in 
                                    the hell? How did I end up here? I *always* sleep on the couch..' 
                                    Suddenly, the stark realization struck him; he and Scully had finally 
                                    given in to their feelings last night, and had done the deed. The 
                                    sheet that seemed to be pulling off a decent teepee impression, 
                                    wobbled suddenly with a previously unfulfilled contentment. 
                                    
                                    He groped a hand around over to the other side of the bed, but felt 
                                    nothing but a cold empty space. He slid off the bed and dressed 
                                    himself in the boxers, which had been hastily torn from him by her 
                                    own eager hands last night, ones he would most likely now frame and 
                                    mount for posterity! He smirked, while something south, twitched 
                                    with nostalgia at the thought.
                                    
                                    Looking around the room, he noticed her clothes were gone. His heart 
                                    tapped out a panicked tattoo, as he wondered if she regretted what 
                                    had happened between them last night. Moving from room to room, he 
                                    was disappointed to find the entire apartment empty, hearing nothing 
                                    but the hum of the fish tank filter in the background. He dumped 
                                    himself down on the couch and sighed; he should have known it was not 
                                    a wise decision, and that she would immediately regret the whole 
                                    thing. As soon as the thought whispered nastily through his mind, the 
                                    phone rang.
                                    
                                    "Hello."
                                    
                                    "Morning, Mulder," Her voice sounded all sunshine and flowers, ...and 
                                    was that a whippoorwill he heard chirping in the background?
                                    
                                    Not really knowing what to say to her, her name escaped his lips like 
                                    a question. "Scully?"
                                    
                                    She sensed strait away he felt hurt that she'd left in the middle of 
                                    the night; it reached out at her through the phone connection like a 
                                    plea for mercy. "Mulder, about last night. I had to meet my mother at 
                                    4:30 this morning, we had plans to go help the shelter downtown early 
                                    this morning." Of course, anything was preferable to some naked 
                                    spooning with him. 
                                    
                                    She winced inwardly hearing the disappointment in his voice. 
                                    
                                    "Oh, that's alright, Scully. You don't have to..." Little cracks 
                                    were starting to run all over his heart like crows feet, his voice 
                                    sounding braver than that kind of pain, allowed.
                                    
                                    "Yes, Mulder, I do have to. We're finished for the day and I'm free. 
                                    Mom had some friends she was going to meet and I have nothing to do. 
                                    I'm coming over and I'll bring lunch. Chinese okay?"
                                    
                                    "Sure," his mood sounding greatly improved.
                                    
                                    "Okay, I'll stop at Wong's on the way in. Give me about 30 minutes. I 
                                    gotta change first."
                                    
                                    "Scully?" he whispered. The oxygen now cursing through his heart 
                                    again, giving his voice a sudden husky quality.
                                    
                                    She could swear she heard his voice drop an octave. "Yeah?"
                                    
                                    "What are you wearing right now?"
                                    
                                    "Mulder!" she warned, the cadence of his voice speaking directly to 
                                    her recently re-awakened libido. 
                                    
                                    He smiled through the phone and laughed gently. "I'm kidding Scully. 
                                    Come on over and I'll have the iced tea ready when you get here." The 
                                    relief in his voice was palpable now, and she let her self relax.
                                    
                                    He ended the call, and arose from the couch with a big grin, and an 
                                    extra bounce in his step. Yes, life was great and he was one lucky 
                                    son of a gun. He was spending his Saturday with her. He wondered what 
                                    she might want to do after they'd done eating, and then leered at his 
                                    body's immediate response to those thoughts. He could think of a lot 
                                    of things they could do, but not all were outside activities, or as 
                                    much fun, in his opinion, he was hoping the lure of bedroom aerobics 
                                    might win through. Of course, it was such a nice sunny day in D.C, 
                                    and she'd probably want to spend her time outside doing something 
                                    instead. 
                                    
                                    He decided to clean the place up a bit before she arrived, and made 
                                    his way through the entire apartment like a late august twister. 
                                    Dirty clothes, check. Books, papers and other extraneous crap. Check. 
                                    Suspect Green Alien fridge buddies, Check...tissues? Yuck..
                                    
                                    Then he made a beeline to the bathroom to clean himself up. Good job 
                                    he remembered deodorant, black trash sacks and budget air fresher, on 
                                    one of his rare sorties to the local store. 
                                    
                                    Toilet seat down and he was ready for royalty.
                                    
                                    A half an hour later, she knocked on the door, but he didn't answer, 
                                    so she slipped the key in and turned the lock, doing a double take at 
                                    the Martha Stewart makeover, his apartment had undergone in her brief 
                                    absence. Umm-nice flowery smell, she thought idly as she made her way 
                                    to the kitchen. 
                                    
                                    "Mulder, it's me." 
                                    
                                    "I'll be out in a second. I'm getting dressed.", she heard him mumble 
                                    nervously through the bedroom door. 
                                    
                                    She proceeded to the kitchen and lined the items from Wongs on the 
                                    counter. She rummaged through his cabinets until she found two 
                                    surprisingly clean plates and placed equal amounts of the food on 
                                    each one. True to his word, Mulder had made a tall pitcher of iced 
                                    tea and placed it in the refrigerator. Once she had everything ready, 
                                    she took the plates and sat them on the strangely spotless coffee 
                                    table, then carried in the glasses of iced tea. Taking her shoes off, 
                                    she tucked her feet underneath her and got comfortable in the middle 
                                    of the couch. 
                                    
                                    Opening the bedroom door slowly, he approached the couch, smoldering 
                                    testosterone mingling with potpourri, already wafting about the room. 
                                    Never mind the Chinese, he looked good enough to eat.
                                    
                                    "Did you find everything okay?" he asked. 
                                    
                                    "Yes, I found the plates with no problem." a gleaming smile radiating 
                                    from her eyes. "I just hope Wong remembered the chop sticks this 
                                    time," she groused, searching through the bag. She finally produced 
                                    four chopsticks. "Eat up, I've got plans for you," she smiled 
                                    enigmatically.
                                    
                                    "So, Agent Scully, what have you got planned for me today?" If 
                                    eyebrow waggling had been an Olympic event, Mulder would've come away 
                                    with gold every time.
                                    
                                    "Well, let's just say, it'll make you feel *young* again."
                                    
                                    "Young?", he asked, his interest peaked, another part of him 
                                    threatening to follow suit..
                                    
                                    "Mulder, we're going to go do something I haven't done, and I *know* 
                                    you haven't done since you were a little boy." 'Not the horizontal 
                                    mambo then.'
                                    
                                    "Why can't you tell me," he whined, and his bottom lip jutting out 
                                    deliciously.
                                    
                                    'Oh God, I hate it when he does that. I can't refuse him anything 
                                    then'.
                                    
                                    "Okay Mulder, we're going kite flying."
                                    
                                    "What?!" he showed her a face that was a curious mixture of stunned 
                                    bewilderment and incredulity.
                                    
                                    "You heard me, mister. We're going kite flying, and *no* you're not 
                                    getting out of it!"
                                    
                                    'Oh Well, I *do* get to spend the day with Scully and that's cool, so 
                                    I'll bite.'
                                    
                                    "Sure, Scully. We can go fly kites. I know just the perfect place." 
                                    Mulder's brilliant mind was clicking through its machinations, 
                                    thoughtfully; 'Kite flying usually involved nice big meadows out of 
                                    town somewhere; someplace where there were no crowds. This could get 
                                    promising later.' 
                                    
                                    "Really?"
                                    
                                    "Yeah, it will take us a bit to get there and we'll probably be too 
                                    wiped to come back tonight. Let's stop by your place and get an 
                                    overnight bag." 'I must not think about the black teddy...nestling 
                                    inside it.'
                                    
                                    "No, we can take my car. I've already got a bag there in the trunk." 
                                    
                                    "That'll work." he smiled, and reached down, touching her cheek in a 
                                    soft caress. 'Must have been a girl scout and forgot to let me in on 
                                    that tidbit.'
                                    
                                    They finished their lunch, and then he packed while she cleaned the 
                                    plates, hoping to make better time. He was soon sauntering out from 
                                    the bedroom with a carry-on in his hand.
                                    
                                    "So do we have to go buy these kites or what?"
                                    
                                    "No Mulder, we're going to need to buy stuff for them. We are going 
                                    to *make* them from scratch."
                                    
                                    "You're kidding, right?" he mused, giving her a bemused but sultry 
                                    look. She'd obviously been od-ing on her nephew's collection of 
                                    Tweenies , *Show me* videos again. Sex with him had obviously had a 
                                    profound effect on her.
                                    
                                    "Nope, not kidding. Let's get moving. Time's wasting," she swatted 
                                    him on the ass pleasantly, pushing him out the door, before locking 
                                    it.
                                    
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                                    Saturday, March 25, 2000
                                    Summer Home
                                    Qounochontaug, Rhode Island
                                    3:30 p.m.
                                    
                                    They made record time driving up to his childhood summer home. She 
                                    slept peacefully in the seat beside him. 'I must have really done a 
                                    number on her last night'; he mused with a sense of sheer 
                                    satisfaction, mentally giving himself a gold star. It was so heady a 
                                    feeling that it made him dizzy, or perhaps the Lo Mein noodles 
                                    weren't sitting as well as he thought. He couldn't resist the urge to 
                                    reach over and replace a wayward strand of hair that had fallen in 
                                    her eyes. 
                                    
                                    Feeling his presence, she stirred beneath his touch, stretching 
                                    herself from a wakeful sleep. A number of pleasant memories worked 
                                    their way through her nerve endings and traveled south, creating a 
                                    kilowatt smile and a delightful warm flush. She was starting to feel 
                                    clammy. 
                                    
                                    "Are we there yet?"
                                    
                                    "Yes, *child*, we are almost there," he teased.
                                    
                                    She beamed over at him, grasping his resting hand and intertwined 
                                    their fingers. 'Lil' Mulder stirred unbidden in his snug denim nest. 
                                    One eye open.
                                    
                                    "I wasn't sure what we needed to make these kites, so I figured we 
                                    could stop and pick those items up once we reached the summer house." 
                                    Mulder shot back a smile of his own, giving his teeth some fresh air. 
                                    Her mind hadn't completely been on kite assembly research 
                                    then. 'Dropped the ball there Scully...' The car purred with the 
                                    sudden accelerator pressure from Mulder's foot, as he pondered the 
                                    day ahead. There lay dragons, good ones, he hoped.
                                    
                                    "Sounds good to me."
                                    
                                    Fifteen minutes later, kite-building items in hand, they reached the 
                                    summer home. The entered the house, and he cleared off the protective 
                                    plastic from the furniture, finding her a place to sit. He chanced an 
                                    expectant leer in her direction.. 
                                    
                                    "So, I'm dying to see this great place where we get to fly these 
                                    kites. Are you going to take me there before hand?" she asked 
                                    thoughtfully. Somehow, Mulder's brain fugued out around the 
                                    word, 'Take', languid hazel orbs flicking over the sensuous movement 
                                    of her lips instead.
                                    
                                    Sliding his hand down, he pulled her to her feet and up against his 
                                    chest in a tight embrace, feeling his heart rate jump and sizzle 
                                    around like water drops on a hotplate. He whispered with a grin 
                                    against her hair and close to her ear.
                                    
                                    "No, we can wait until we're done building them. It'll be dark soon 
                                    and I want to see you flying a kite, Scully." Amazing how one a night 
                                    of long overdue creative expression could make any innocuous phrase 
                                    sound like a sexual euphemism. They'd have to get a move on with 
                                    their kite project before 'lil' Mulder started agreeing with him 
                                    again.
                                    
                                    They proceeded with sorting the materials out, and had the kites made 
                                    in less than 20 minutes. Scully had the most fun watching the 
                                    dexterity of Mulder's nimble fingers, as he worked; her tongue 
                                    absently slipping across her perspiring bottom lip. 
                                    
                                    Once the kites were ready, he grabbed both of them and his keys and 
                                    ushered her out the door, returning the favor of her earlier playful 
                                    ass swatting, with his large hand.
                                    
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                                    Saturday, March 25, 2000
                                    Baseball Park
                                    Qounochontaug, Rhode Island
                                    4:15 p.m.
                                    
                                    "Mulder, I thought you said this place was close!"
                                    
                                    "It is, I promise," he said maneuvering the car into the parking lot.
                                    
                                    They got out and she took in the scenery slowly. It was a wide-open 
                                    expanse of Green Park above the baseball diamond, perfect for kite 
                                    flying. 
                                    
                                    "Oh Mulder, this is perfect!" throwing her arms around his neck and 
                                    softly kissing his lips, her tongue delicately clashing with his 
                                    teeth, sending shivers right through to his follicles. 
                                    
                                    Do you want to get these kites flown today, huh Scully?, keep that up 
                                    and we're grounded, literally.
                                    
                                    Dropping her arms, she turned away from him, killer smile and all, 
                                    and reached into the back seat to get their kites. 
                                    
                                    "Come on, let's go!" She was tugging on his hand. He laughed at her 
                                    childlike manner. Her eyes sparkled brightly at times like this. He 
                                    wished he could see her in this relaxed, happy manner more often. 
                                    Since last night, he'd noticed that difference in her. Of course, he 
                                    knew that it was because they'd finally admitted a commitment to each 
                                    other; not only in partnership, but body, mind and soul as 
                                    well. 'Ch...rist!, he must have shrunk these jeans in that last 
                                    wash...'.
                                    
                                    When they reached the middle of the field, Scully tested the kite by 
                                    letting out a little string at a time. After several failed attempts, 
                                    the kite eventually reached a good altitude to pick up wind and send 
                                    it soaring into the sky. She handed him the cord and watched him grin 
                                    in amazement at how quickly she had accomplished her set goal. 
                                    
                                    "Here, give me that," she said, reaching for the other kite. She 
                                    tried time and time again to get the kite up in the air, but her 
                                    every attempt was futile. She turned to see him smother a giggle.
                                    
                                    "What?" she asked, sounding exasperated.
                                    
                                    "Nothing, Scully. Just fly your kite." he smirked. This was more fun 
                                    than he though, although Scully watching was holding his interest 
                                    much more than kite flying. 
                                    
                                    "Yeah, well, I'd like to see *you* get this up. That is, if you think 
                                    you can do a better job than I did." she challenged, shooting 
                                    him "The Look." Her use of certain words made him leer all the more.
                                    
                                    Handing her the line to the kite he was currently flying, he took the 
                                    other from her hands and a little jolt of electric rush skittered 
                                    over their fingers at the contact. Their eyes locked for a long 
                                    moment.
                                    
                                    "Stand back and watch a pro, Scully. Flying a kite is like riding a 
                                    bike. Once you learn, you never forget it," he boasted; certain other 
                                    activities too, his brain reminded him happily. 
                                    
                                    Eventually, the kite began to fly, but he realized they had kept 
                                    moving along with the kite that had been in the air. 
                                    
                                    "Oh shit!"
                                    
                                    "What, Mulder? What is it?" panic lacing her voice.
                                    
                                    "The damn thing got stuck in the tree. I gotta climb up and get it 
                                    out."
                                    
                                    Now it was her turn to smother a laugh as she watched him ascend up 
                                    each branch, carefully testing it's strength, giving her a pleasing 
                                    view of Mulder's denim clad ass in motion as he made his way up. She 
                                    quickly brought down the kite she was flying and stood below watching 
                                    him climb the tree. What a view!
                                    
                                    "Almost there," he moaned. "Hey Scully, remember I once asked you if 
                                    this boyish display of agility was turning you on at all?"
                                    
                                    "Yeah", she grinned remembering the exact moment. She had gone weak-
                                    kneed at the time, but never told him so. Hell, she was going weak at 
                                    the knees now as an unbidden image of his prowess and agility in 
                                    other activities assaulted her. 
                                    
                                    "Well, you never did answer me, so...I'm gonna ask you again. Is this 
                                    boyish display of agility turning you on at all?" 
                                    
                                    "Mulder, you know my weakness," she purred up towards him, eyes 
                                    sizing up his delightfully tight ass muscles as they shifted 
                                    gracefully in his jeans again.
                                    
                                    Hearing her voice drop to a purring moan, he stumbled on the way down 
                                    to the next branch and lost his footing. He landed with a resounding 
                                    thud against the ground and lay deathly still.
                                    
                                    "Mulder!" She dropped the kite and rushed toward him, carefully 
                                    checking him for injuries. She was afraid to move him for fear he may 
                                    have broken his neck. She reached for her cell phone in her pocket 
                                    and called 911.
                                    
                                    "911. What's your emergency?"
                                    
                                    "Yeah, I have an agent down! I request immediate assistance!"
                                    
                                    "Okay miss, who are you?"
                                    
                                    In her panic, Scully realized she had forgot to tell the dispatcher 
                                    her name and location. 
                                    
                                    "Sorry. My name is Dana Scully and my badge number is 2317-616. My 
                                    partner and I are located at..." She looked around unable to remember 
                                    the name of the park. Damn!
                                    
                                    "Miss? Do you not know where you are?"
                                    
                                    "I'm not from this area. My partner lived here as a child."
                                    
                                    "What's your partner's name and what happened to him?"
                                    
                                    "Agent Mulder. Agent, Fox Mulder. We were flying kites and he went to 
                                    retrieve one and fell out of a tree, from a height of about 8 feet." 
                                    She leaned over him almost breathless with fear, checking his pulse. 
                                    He was still breathing, much to her relief; however, his pupils were 
                                    dilated, he was unconscious and not responding to any stimuli. 
                                    
                                    Oh Mulder.
                                    
                                    In ten minutes, the ambulance had arrived. The technicians went about 
                                    their work quickly and quietly. They put the C-collar around his 
                                    neck, placed him on the backboard, and loaded him onto the gurney. 
                                    Once he was inside the ambulance, the technician started a saline IV 
                                    drip. She hurriedly got into her car and followed them to the 
                                    hospital, cursing herself for distracting him.
                                    
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                                    Saturday, March 25, 2000
                                    Qounochontaug Mercy Hospital
                                    Qounochontaug, Rhode Island
                                    5:15 p.m.
                                    
                                    "Okay on my count people. One, two, three." 
                                    
                                    Scully stood hugging her arms to her body, in the doorway of the 
                                    emergency area, watching as they worked on him. She would never 
                                    forgive herself if anything terrible happened to him. She knew this 
                                    had probably happened because she surprised him with her sultry tone. 
                                    He seemed much happier since last night and she'd been glad. It was 
                                    what they'd both needed for a long time. The need to quit denying 
                                    each other this happiness that had long existed between the two of 
                                    them, often causing some major tension, but that was in the past. He 
                                    had to get better. He just had to be okay. She felt the tears well up 
                                    in her eyes and spill slowly down her cheeks like raindrops, as she 
                                    was ushered from the trauma cubical.
                                    
                                    She called Skinner at home to tell him what had happened, and that 
                                    she and Mulder, wouldn't be available on Monday for the meeting he 
                                    had scheduled. He had been curious, sensing that they seemed a lot 
                                    closer lately, and that a sea change was apparent within the 
                                    relationship, but kept all questions to himself, reassuring her 
                                    gently. 
                                    
                                    "I understand Agent Scully. Take good care of him. He needs you." 
                                    Skinner disconnected before he heard her utter softly, "and I need 
                                    him too," the tears flowing freely down her face now.
                                    
                                    A few moments later, the doors opened and a man in blue scrubs 
                                    introduced himself. 
                                    
                                    "Miss Scully?" She realized she was holding her breath..
                                    
                                    "Yes."
                                    
                                    "Hi, I'm Dr. Gruber. I just wanted to let you know that your partner 
                                    is going to be fine. We did a CT scan on him and all the results came 
                                    back negative. There was no subdural hematoma. We aren't sure what 
                                    caused the lengthy time of unconsciousness. The labs also came back 
                                    as negative. He should do just fine with a bit of observation 
                                    overnight. You can take him home tomorrow." Scully almost cried again 
                                    with relief.
                                    
                                    "Thank you doctor. Can I see him now?"
                                    
                                    "Yes, he's been awake and asking for you for the last 15 minutes. I 
                                    wasn't quite thoroughly sure he'd passed all of his mental status 
                                    exams. That was the reason for the delay. Oh, and Agent Scully, 
                                    please tell your partner he's too old to be climbing trees," he 
                                    grinned broadly, showing teeth, as he walked back towards 
                                    the ER desk.
                                    
                                    Scully rushed back to the room and opened the door. "Mulder, it's me. 
                                    Are you awake?"
                                    
                                    His beaming smile turned in her direction, looking none the worse for 
                                    his ordeal. The sight of that gorgeous smile threatened to make her 
                                    eyes well up all over again; somehow she managed to keep them at bay.
                                    
                                    "Hey Scully, all these hospital visits are becoming a habit with us. 
                                    We have to stop meeting like this," he teased, smoothing her hair 
                                    back from her eyes, his own never leaving hers, inquiring. He could 
                                    tell she'd been crying, and placed a finger under her quivering chin, 
                                    his eyes continuing to travel over her face, flecks of green and gold 
                                    within hazel always shifting with each emotion that passed through 
                                    him. 
                                    
                                    "Scully, it's okay. I'm fine. I just have a little bump on the old 
                                    noggin. Nothing a little lovin' won't fix," he smiled, waggling his 
                                    brows.
                                    
                                    "I thought something bad had happened to you because of me." She 
                                    reached up and brushed another tear away, he leaned forward slowly, 
                                    catching each tear with his lips against her cheeks as they began to 
                                    spill again.
                                    
                                    "Scully don't even think that! You are my world now, you have been 
                                    from the start and I love you baby. Just promise me one thing." His 
                                    thumbs pads were rubbing the soft skin under her eyes now in a way 
                                    that just made her dissolve.
                                    
                                    "What's that, Mulder?" loving how he called her 'baby,' and other 
                                    terms of endearment, he'd used at various times the night before.
                                    
                                    "Just don't let me display that boyish agility like that again." he 
                                    chuckled.
                                    
                                    Scooting him over gently on the bed; she slipped comfortably into his 
                                    embrace and lay her ear over his steady heart beat, drinking in his 
                                    warmth and life and the reassurance that beautiful sound gave her, a 
                                    life that she could now share completely. 
                                    
                                    "Oh baby, I'm going make *sure* that I get to see that boyish agility 
                                    all the time, just not with a kite and tree climbing anymore," she 
                                    moaned against his chest. He sucked in a quick shallow breath. Other 
                                    avenues of boyish agility seemed a lot safer, and more pleasurable. 
                                    He smiled into her hair, breathing her in. He was one lucky son of a 
                                    gun, and could hardly believe his good fortune. Scully was his and 
                                    he was hers. Two halves of the same whole and he intended to explore 
                                    that love every which way. 
                                    
                                    "Is that a promise, Agent Scully?"
                                    
                                    "Why yes, Agent Mulder. And hear me when I say this. It's most 
                                    definitely a promise I fully intend to keep."
                                    
                                    "I hope so. I certainly hope so. Me too," she heard him whisper 
                                    warmly against her hair as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
                                    
                                    ~The End~
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    

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