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eli is from the darkest timeline (skittish) wrote in pandorarpg,

He wasn't making excuses, but Samara had always existed in a weird sort of place where she could do no wrong. It probably wasn't the healthiest thing, but he supposed that was what love was, real all consuming love. It was entirely illogical and different from how he approached or consumed by his work. So he kissed her back, deeply and completely.

It might not have been the most prominent thing on his mind, but if this was what she needed, he could do it. Breaking off the kiss with a nip, pulling at her bottom lip he looked back at her, serious but caring expression on her face. "I love you too." He pressed a second kiss to the tip of her nose, shifting his mood over to something a bit more appropriate because the last thing he wanted to do was have sad sex. Even after his mother's death, none of it had been just tender or soft with some sort of underlying sadness and he wouldn't have that now.

"You know, technically, you do still owe me desk sex." Their last attempt at that venture had led to her finding his spot and he would very much like to fix that incident.