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Fred lightly moved his fingers on the scars on her face. All Lavender did was close her eyes and sigh. Fred hoped it was a content one. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, softer than he usually was, soft enough that he worried for half a minute that she didn't hear him.
"No," she said. "Please don't."
Fred nodded, and then realized she probably didn't realize he did. "Of course," he said. "Whatever you want."
"Thank you."
For a while, Fred wasn't sure how long, there was silence. They simply laid next to each other, the night providing them with a blanket of peace and comforting safety.
"You aren't afraid," she finally said. "You aren't nervous. You just accept this, accept the fact that I'm no longer pretty, no longer a girl men just want to be with. And I don't mean to say that you are with me because no one else does, or that I'm with you because no one else would be."
She opened her eyes, raised a hand, and took the one that was on her scar. Their fingers threaded together and Fred felt his heart speed up as she leaned in.
"We are together because you just want me."