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Grand Gesture
Crackling flames, full stomachs and a half-empty bottle of wine near at hand. They were sitting curled together on the couch when Charlie turned his head and kissed his lover deeply, long, slow and sweet. When they broke apart, his lover asked, “Not complaining, but what was that for?”
“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Charlie said instead of answering the question, pressing his lover back against the couch.
“’Course I did; it’s our anniversary!” his lover protested, though he made no move to free himself from underneath Charlie’s warm weight.
“But really, Harry; a whole dragon reserve?”
