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Kisses
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That first was all sharp edges and fading anger, all teeth and rough hands.
The second one was fear and desperation, harsh against the rough stone, lips kneading frantically against each other.
The third one was … a mistake based on too many conflicting emotions after the final battle, zero finesse and no thought to it.
The fourth was stupid, what little he could remember of it – he blamed the firewhiskey, obviously.
The fifth was different, chaste and soft in ways he’d never experienced before.
But he prefers the sixth one, the gentle exploration and tenderness of their wedding day.
