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The mint of the toothpaste is on the roof of his mouth, she can taste it off of him, and it’s that type of closeness that makes her wonder if he’d still taste this way in the morning, if she’d be able to check for the next few years on that, however many, hopefully many.
Even with this level of intimacy, she always ends up wanting more, and perhaps that’s how a religion is made.
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A series of conversations/situations that Fez and Lexi find themselves in before bed. One shots that connect (can be read out of order).
**currently being edited out of its mind**