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‘I'll break your bones,’
Monty and Jasper. They can't remember when they became an ‘and,’ and an ‘us,’ and a ‘we,’ but it's something that feels correct, something that feels so right to the duo.
Through thick and thin, they were Monty and Jasper.
Even before they pulled their stint on the Ark with the stolen herbs and drugs, they were a pair, they were two whole beings that fit together, that are meant to be connected.
‘With all the love I carry;’
Monty and Jasper have such intense feelings for each other. Fondness, admiration. Love. This swarming, encapsulating, blind need for each other, the need to be by each other's side every free second of the day they have, the need to always be touching; Holding hands, putting their legs on each other, stretching out an arm across their backs or chest while lying down.
‘Keep you close,’
They were friends, and then they were a pair, and then they were in love. It was a process, something that could have been stopped, but it was always going to end this way.
Every fiber of their beings crave each other, crave touch and reassurance and stolen kisses and whispered sweet nothings, hands in hair and skin on skin contact.
‘And one day, we’ll get married!’