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“It will take time to relax fully,” Gale said, “But if it’s any help, I should think our heroics buy us a few years before the next apocalypse, at least.”
Aoife’s head lolled back, and Gale snuck a few pecks to her cheek and neck. Aoife carded her fingers through his hair, reveling in its softness, until he made a small sound of contentment.
“This is the most relaxed I’ve been in months,” Aoife muttered.
“I’d agree with that, but I could be having a panic attack right now and the statement would still be true,” Gale quipped.
“Then we should do something about that. Relax harder, maybe.”
“And how do we go about putting more effort into relaxing, my dear?” he replied, his tone caught between amusement and innuendo.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
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Gale fingers Aoife until she cries. That's it. That's the fic.