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A Spring Flowering
Chapter: 02
Sliding open the door, Rika peaked outside, listening carefully. Satisfied that she couldn't hear any of their family members, she slipped out and gave Takato the all-clear, the boy quickly following suit. The plan was simple, though complicated by the need for stealth, something that Takato was terrible at, as he was sorely lacking in subtlety. She was to take the first shower, primarily so she could clean herself out – just because she was on birth control didn't mean she trusted it completely – in addition to getting cleaned up, and he would follow after she was done. They were early enough in the day so that they could count on their families to still be asleep. If they were quick and quiet enough…
Hopefully our parents didn't notice that we were together all night, she thought, remembering that, although Takato walked her to her room, neither of them asked if they could spend the night together. A light blush colored her face as they silently made their way down the hall – an easy task, even for Takato due to the lack of objects for him to trip over – thinking about how hard Takato had to work to keep her from screaming out loud in her orgasmic bliss.
That Gogglehead is getting to know me a little too well, she thought, pausing at a corner as they separated, her violet eyes falling on his shirt-covered shoulder, beneath which bore bruises from her teeth. One of her own attempts at stifling her cries.
Blushing even harder, she ducked around the corner and padded along the floor in her socked feet. A part of her wondered when they would be able to get together for another such romp, this time in a love hotel where they could both cut loose without fear of being found out. At the idea, her blush spread along her body and she quickened her pace.
I've got sex on the mind way too much now, she thought. Absently, her hand drifted to her stomach, and she became aware once more of the dampness from Takato's sperm between her legs.
If they already hadn't had a long, frustrating period without sex, she would have recommended slowing things down again, just so they could regain some self-control.
Or…maybe the constant dodging and being unable to do it when we want is what's making it so bad? she wondered. She sighed, silently cursing their bodies for being so lustful around each other. She couldn't remember it being this bad for her before that summer, or before Takato for that matter.
Heaving another sigh, this time heavier than the last one, she passed by the room where they had been drinking last night, pausing upon finding Renamon seated next to Guilmon, eyes closed and arms folded over her chest, her tail draped over the back of the crimson dinosaur while his, in turn, lay over her lap. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips and, in spite of herself, she made her way over and knelt down, poking at the side of Renamon's face playfully.
The vulpine digimon's azure eyes flickered open, only to clench shut almost immediately.
"Rik…" she began before groaning suddenly, and with great discomfort. The fire-haired girl nodded. That sounded like a hangover if she ever heard one.
"Mom really messed you up, last night, huh?"
"Morning already?" came the voice of Guilmon, stirring. Lifting his head up, he blinked his gold-colored eyes and turned to find Renamon's tail on his back like a makeshift blanket. A smile drew itself across his muzzle and he sniffed at the golden fur happily.
"At least it's a good morning."
"Guilmon…" Renamon moaned, pressing her paw against her temple, the pain in her voice becoming even more obvious. "Please… When you speak, do so more quietly."
"Hah?" Guilmon tilted his head to one side questioningly, but he lowered his voice as requested. "I don't understand. I'm not talking that loud…am I?"
"Renamon has a hangover," Rika explained, patting the dinosaur on the head in a comforting manner. "She's going to be sensitive to all kinds of stuff right now."
"Rika…" Renamon flinched as Guilmon nodded in understanding, drawing a claw across his lips to indicate his newfound silence. The girl furrowed her brow at her partner.
"Jeez… Just how much did you drink last night?"
Turning toward the table, she made a note that it was still fairly dirty from last night's festivities. Certainly none of the bottles…
Bottles. Four of them. She made another note that they were all clustered around Renamon's end of the table. Oh kami… Mom. What did you do to my digimon?
The answer was obvious, and with a sigh, she patted Guilmon again, signaling that he was to follow her.
"Hang right there, Renamon," she said, getting to her feet as Guilmon did likewise, curious as to why Rika wanted him to go with her. The two of them padding out, the young girl led her lover's partner to the bathroom, where the medicine cabinet lay.
"What's wrong with Renamon?" Guilmon asked.
"A bad mistake," Rika said bluntly. "She let Mom keep pouring drinks for her, right?"
"Ah… Yeah, I think so. She said she wanted to keep talking with her about…all kinds of things. About me. About you. About Takato. About herself. About…"
"I get it," Rika grunted, opening the medicine cabinet and sorting through it until she found some medicine. "There. She'll need this for the headache, but she's going to need lots of water. I don't know what else she's going to need, so make sure she gets fed well, but water is going to be the big one."
"Why's that?" Guilmon asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Because alcohol dehydrates you, and by the looks of things, Mom tried to make her drink half the wine cabinet. Lose enough of that, and…" She indicated the direction of Renamon. "…that's what you get."
"But…I don't feel too bad," Guilmon said, still confused. "I don't have a headache, and I drank enough where it made me sleepy."
"That's because you're a lot bigger than Renamon," Rika pointed out as they headed toward the kitchen.
"What's my being big have to do with anything?"
"Something to do with how you absorb the alcohol," Rika shrugged. She didn't normally drink it like her mother did, mainly because she didn't care to, so her knowledge on the subject was fairly limited outside of whatever she learned in health class. Approaching the sink, she took out a glass and quickly filled it with water.
"Give her this with the medicine," she said, turning back toward Guilmon. "And make sure she drinks all the water. That's her first order of business, got it? She needs to drink water."
"I got it, no problemo," Guilmon said, giving the Digimon Queen a salute before taking both medicine and water in his claws. "Ah… Oh! But what about you? Do you need any…"
"I didn't drink too much to end up like Renamon," Rika replied, a touch of pride in her voice.
"No, no," Guilmon shook his head. "I mean, aren't you hurt anywhere?"
Tilting his head, he gave Rika an inspective look, confused at how she could be up and about.
"I only ask, because last night you gave a pretty loud yell."
Blushing furiously, Rika was pushing Guilmon back in the direction of Renamon.
"All right, move it, Dino-boy, before I make a pair of shoes out of you!"
She was so going to need that shower now.
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Takato sprayed himself down with the shower wand while Rika busied herself in the tub, albeit behind a closed door so as to 'discourage' anything that would make her shout. It was, in Takato's estimation, a smart idea, given how wild the two of them had gotten last night. His own memory of their entanglement had a touch of fogginess but he definitely remembered Rika enjoying what he did to her, as her words to that effect stood out prominently in her mind.
Dumping the pail of water over his hair, he took up the peach scented soap Rika had given him and squirted it into the palm of his hand. The thick cream pooled in his palm and lifting it, he began to lather, only to pause as he heard Rika groan in exasperation from the other side of the door.
"Uh…everything all right?" he asked, turning on the stool.
"Just…having a bit of trouble cleaning myself out," he heard her grumble. "Takato… I think I'm going to need your help with this."
Takato blushed brightly, but nodded. Getting up from his seat he made his way over to the door to the tub and paused, steeling himself before opening the door, wherein he found Rika, standing in the middle of the tub, her back turned to him and scowling at her hand. Upon seeing him, her scowl lightened, but the frustration didn't leave her eyes.
Making his way over to the young girl, he set himself down on the edge of the tub.
"So…um… How do you want me to help?"
As if answering his own question, his crimson eyes turned toward the red tuff of hair that lay between Rika's legs. His penis twitched at the sight and began to rise.
Down boy, he told it, but it continued to grow like the smile of Terriermon when ordered not to think of mischief.
"Could you…reach…into me?" Rika asked with a sharp blush on her face. Shifting and bending slightly, she presented her hindquarters to him. "I'm having trouble getting the rest of it out and I know there's more in there."
Glancing at him over her shoulder, she shot him an accusing look.
"Sure," he nodded apologetically, feeling a well of shame rise up inside him. "I'll…uh…be careful."
Lifting his hand, he pressed his fingers against her vaginal opening and slid them in, causing the girl to make a slight grunt. Takato wasn't quite sure what to do, having fit his middle and index fingers all the way to the knuckle. He doubted he could reach any further than she could.
Yet…he did feel something in there other than the moist heat and her strong muscles. Focusing on the task, he placed a hand on Rika's butt for better leverage and adjusted his fingers, pushing a little bit further and curling his fingers within her.
Rika jumped at that and placed her hands against the wall, bracing herself.
"Sorry!" Takato said, suddenly worried. "It's just… It's really deep in there and…"
"I know how deep it is in me," Rika said breathily with a flushed face. "And don't apologize when you're trying to help. Just…keep trying, okay? I'll deal with it."
Adjusting herself again, Rika spread her legs as best she could to provide him with a little more access. Swallowing, all the while feeling that the blood in his face was about to burst, Takato withdrew his fingers, taking note of the thin trail of sperm along them.
As he dunked his hand into the water to clean them, memories of last night – and indeed, of all their shared experiences together – floated in the back of his mind, and once again his penis twitched. The pleasurable hardness of its length called for action, wanting relief from its tension.
Ignoring his erection, he pushed his fingers back into her as far as they could go. Rika gasped and hung her head, feeling the heat in her body increase in intensity. There was more behind it, rising up like a small wave. Panting slightly, she pressed her hand over her mouth and began to focus on controlling her breathing. He was inside her, curling and twisting his fingers around. He wasn't trying to masturbate her, but the effect was becoming very much the same.
She needed a way to distract herself before things got out of hand again.
"I don't know how well this is working," Takato said, pulling out of her once more, trailing a string of his sperm from her reddening opening before it broke and swung down like a thin rope between Rika's legs, hanging there ever so slightly before finally breaking away and falling into the bathwater.
Takato found himself swallowing at the sight, and his penis trembled. A crazy part of his mind suggested that his penis would be more up to the task of cleaning her out than his fingers, being a little bit larger for such a job, but he pushed such thoughts out of his mind, knowing them full well for what they were and where it would all end.
"M-Maybe if we had something l-longer?" he suggested, trying to focus through the haze of lust that settled over his mind. "I…I don't want to hurt you."
"I'm not making a mess of anything from my family to clean me out," Rika grumbled, turning toward him, causing Takato to blush even harder and his length to tremble even more as her front was now presented to him. "Just…keep trying a little bit more, okay? I…"
Swallowing now, she glanced at his hair, still full of suds from his earlier, still incomplete attempt at lathering.
"Let me do that while you work, okay?" she said, reaching for his hair. "I need something to do."
"Might be a good idea if we tried distracting each other," Takato agreed as she moved closer, her breasts hanging just above his eyes. Kami, he felt like he was going to turn into one giant burst blood vessel if something didn't change and quick! Kneeling down slightly so he could have better access to her vagina, he slid his hand into her again, doing his best to ignore her slight groan at his reentry, and the pressure of her breasts against his head. Her hands dug into his hair curling inside his locks. He felt her tremble and his penis throbbed angrily at its lack of attention.
"Kami…" he breathed, working as best he could. "We were supposed to bathe separately…"
"Well someone had to shoot their sperm really far into me," Rika replied, digging her hands into his hair and rubbing his scalp roughly.
Takato winced at that, but bit back a reminder that neither of them were quite in the right frame of mind last night. He didn't want to start a fight, not after their earlier talk upon waking up and realizing what happened.
"Sorry," he apologized instead, pushing as deep as he could into her, earning him another moan from the girl. "I'll do my best, but…but…"
Takato trailed off, realizing Rika was now pressing her hips down onto his hand, attempting to force as much of it into her trembling body as possible. She was simply holding his head now, clutching at it desperately.
"Rika?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"S-Sorry," she panted heavily. "You just… And then I… Kami Takato…" Drawing back, she gave him a hard look. "You are getting too good."
"I…don't know if I should take that as a compliment or a scolding."
"Right now, it's both," she couldn't help but laugh, kissing his forehead.
"Um… Do you want me to…" He coughed, searching for the right way to put it. "…get you off? I mean, if I'm only distracting you…then…maybe it would be a good idea to…change that?"
Rika found her blush only grow even hotter at the boy's offer, and distractedly she ran her hands through his hair.
"That… That does sound tempting," she admitted. "It…It might be a bad idea though. Guilmon… He says that I can be a little loud…"
"Yeah, I got that," Takato chuckled, the bruise on his shoulder still smarting a little. Tracing her hand down to the injury, she massaged it apologetically. "What do you want me to do, Rika?"
Rika swallowed. The temptation was very strong, and she knew her body wanted his loving touch badly. But…that's not what they were here for. She bit her lip, wrestling with the decision, torn between sending Takato away so as to be separated from the temptation, or to have him masturbate her all the way to orgasm. It was a much harder choice than it seemed, not wanting to hurt her lover-boy's feelings when he wanted to help her, and simultaneously not wanting him to feel like she was using him as a means to her pleasure.
"How about…you just keep working," she said finally. "And whatever happens, happens."
After a heavy silence, Takato nodded. "Okay. But…you should probably turn around again. It was a little easier on my wrist that way. And I think I could get in deeper too."
That's going to make it harder for me to distract myself, Rika thought, biting her lip, but she nodded in understanding. Drawing away from Takato, she again turned her rear toward him and braced herself against the wall.
"Okay," she said before giving him a coy, if nervous smirk. "Have at me."
His face somehow finding enough blood to blush again, he adjusted himself against the soft, yet firm muscle of her butt before pushing his fingers back into her again. Rika gasped and dropped her head down between her arms, determined to ride out the pleasurable tremors that rocked her body.
"Jeez," Takato said, scooping out another strand of his seed and dipping his fingers into the water. His eyes were wide, stunned at the amount of his sperm inside her. "What got into me last night?"
"You mean besides the wine?" Rika asked sarcastically. Looking down between her legs, she watched Takato's hand lift back up before dropping down to his burgeoning erection, rising from the tuft of brown hair like an exclamation point. The swollen head peaked out at her from the sheath of his foreskin, its hole looking a touch damp, as though it were weeping.
Kami, Rika cursed, feeling herself part around his fingers before her head snapped up with a harsh gasp.
That does it, she thought irritability, dropping one hand to her right breast and giving it a hard squeeze, hoping to relieve some of the pressure.
"T…Takato… It… It looks like I'm going to blow my stack anyway…"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No point in that now…" Rika shook her head, her heartbeat banging harshly against her chest, instinctively starting to hump back against him. "I'm…I'm…"
Oh no… Here it comes…
Clenching her teeth together, Rika slammed a fist against the wall while her other hand groped around reflexively between her legs for Takato's hand, humping back against his fingers as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Finding Takato's startled hand, she clutched hold of them and pressed back against them, wiggling her rear against it, riding out the throes of passion quaking through her body until, finally, the pulsing and throbbing in her body subsided and she leaned her head against the wall, panting heavily, her face one, large blush.
Takato watched her with a small, though uncertain smile on his face, wondering if she was all right with the impromptu orgasm. Leaning forward, he gave the soft skin of her butt a gentle kiss and retracted his hand from her swollen vagina. His throbbing penis groaned, aching for similar attention, but with an effort he ignored it.
"Okay…" he began, washing his hand in the tub again. "I'm not sure if I got it all, but if you want, I can give it another shot in a little bit."
Her breathing still shaky, but more controlled, Rika shook her head.
"T-That's probably all we can get out of me," she said. Pushing back from the wall, she settled herself down next to the boy. She had done some queefing earlier, when she had been alone, but it hadn't been sufficient to get all of Takato's semen out of her. She would try again later if she felt it important enough, but not when her lover-boy was around.
By this point it probably doesn't matter as much anyway, she thought, curling her toes in the warm water.
"Okay," Takato nodded. Patting the edge of the tub nervously, he waited for what felt like an awkward second, trying to ignore the needy pulse of his penis before finally getting up. "W-Well, I'd better get back to cleaning myself."
Catching sight of his erect member once more, Rika pressed her lips together in quick debate before catching hold of his wrist.
"Hold on," she said, a bit more sternly than she intended. Pausing, Takato looked back at her, the two lovers blushing mightily.
"Uh… Yeah?" Takato asked, another awkward moment passing between them. Swallowing nervously, Rika smiled at him.
"I…I know it wasn't planned, but…do you…want me to help you relieve your…um…tension?"
Takato felt as though his mouth had gone dry. Rubbing the back of his head, he gave a nervous chuckle.
"I…I don't want to bother you about that, and we're kind of already taking up too much time in here…"
Rika glanced down at his penis, her knowing smirk losing some of its anxiety.
"Takato, you've gotten better at holding off, but you're still a boy. Plus, I think with the way you look right now, it won't take long. Especially if you don't try holding back."
Reaching out, she encircled his shaft with her hand and gave it a questioning caress. She felt it tremble on her palm, and she knew it wouldn't take very long at all.
Takato's breath came out nervously, his old anxieties rising up like a ghost from their recently dug grave. He didn't like to give Rika the impression that she was a means for his pleasure, and the whole thing wasn't planned to begin with, making him feel awkward about wanting to say yes. However, looking into her violet eyes, he pushed his old worries back down and nodded.
"Okay," he said quietly, moving closer to her. Grinning slightly now, Rika leaned forward and gave the tip of his penis a quick kiss before getting to her feet, gently pumping him with her hand.
"Do whatever helps, okay?" she said, stepping backward into the tub, giving him just enough of a tug to invite him along. Takato didn't need to be told twice and the two found each other standing in the water, her back to the wall, holding him in her hand, continuing to stroke him back and forth, gliding her thumb along the fat, swollen head, knowing how sensitive it was for him, before prodding its opening. Fluid spilled out from within and out over her thumb, thin and light, again, giving the appearance that it was weeping, but this time with joy at finally receiving its much desired attention.
Takato took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, feeling himself starting to get lost in the mist of pleasure that rose up from his hard member and spread throughout his body. Planting his hands on either side of his lover to balance himself, he spread his legs out slightly and began to thrust into her hand.
"Oh kami…" he whispered, stepping closer to her. "Rika… I'm…I'm getting close…"
"It's okay," Rika encouraged softly. Taking him in both hands now, she pressed the head of his penis against her stomach, just above the fire of her hair. "Whenever you're ready. Just let it out."
Opening his crimson eyes, he gazed into her violet gaze, seeing the implicit trust and love blazing within them. Overcome by a sudden wave of emotion, he kissed her passionately, groaning against her as he thrust forth once more. Rika moaned back, returning it eagerly and Takato's penis dipped down into the red tuft of hair that lay between her legs, where it began to pulsate madly.
Hot semen spilled out, coating Rika's pubic hair and Takato's butt flexed, pushing into its softness with each, pleasurable pulse of his erection.
"R-Rika…" the boy panted against her, thrusting one last time as the throes of his orgasm began to subside. Kissing him gently, Rika giggled.
"Told you it wouldn't take long."
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Rika slid the door to the bathroom shut behind her with a soft click, listening intently before adjusting the skirt to her school uniform. The second part of their plan was equally simple as before, but still relied on everything going well. She would head out first after having gotten dressed, and Takato would follow after a few minutes so as to not arouse suspicion. Satisfied that all seemed quiet in the house, she made her way in the direction of the dining room, wondering how Renamon and Guilmon were getting along.
They have been getting along pretty well lately, she thought. While the observation was hardly new to her, especially with regards to the potential depth of their relationship, the discussion from last night did leave her wondering how much of it had to do with the growing bond of trust between them and the feelings that she and Takato shared with each other.
Just how much do we influence our digimon? she wondered, approaching the dining room where she heard some voices softly talking with each other. Frowning slightly, she closed in cautiously, and found the back of her grandmother facing the door while Renamon sat across from her, an icepack in one hand pressed against her forehead while the other held a glass of water. Guilmon sat next to her, his golden eyes adoring and attentive on the kitsune as her tail twitched irritably.
"…she gets that from her mother," Seiko was saying. "Believe it or not, Rumiko was intensely driven and wouldn't let anyone tell her otherwise. If she seems lax now, it's because she's happy with where she is."
"I get what from Mom?" Rika asked, stepping into the room. Turning, Seiko smiled at her granddaughter.
"Good morning, Rika. Sleep well?"
"Slight headache when I woke up," Rika shrugged as she sat down next to her, trying to ignore the chance that her grandmother meant something more when asking about how well she slept. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
Setting herself down, she gave Renamon a playful, almost triumphant smirk, as if teasing the kitsune about her difficulty in handling her hangover. Renamon simply glowered, the pain in her temples continuing to throb and pulsate angrily.
"That is quite good to hear," Seiko said before turning a raised eyebrow at the sound of a low thump and a squawk from out in the hall. Sighing, Rika rolled her eyes and turned to find Takato hopping on one foot, rubbing at a stubbed toe.
"Are you all right, dear?" Seiko asked, giving the boy a small smile.
"Oh yeah. Just, you know, being graceful like always."
"Hmmm… And you slept well also?"
Rika frowned slightly at that.
"Yeah," Takato nodded, entering the room and joining Rika, where her frown settled on the lopsided tie of his school uniform. "Probably the best night I can remember having."
Rika's eye twitched at that, thoughts and suspicions about her grandmother chasing each other in her head. In an attempt to change the subject and to settle a new burning desire, she turned toward her lover, giving his uniform an appraising look. She snorted and immediately set about undoing his tie.
"Gogglehead, why is it that I can do a tie better than you when I don't even wear one? I keep showing you how to do it, and you keep messing it up anyway."
"Because you're naturally gifted and beautiful?" Takato laughed with an embarrassed blush. Rika snorted.
"Points for a nice compliment, but you're not getting out of this one. I swear, I'm going to teach you how to connect the dots on this one, even if I have to dump you in the digital world to do it."
"That's harsh…"
"It'd make you learn, wouldn't it?"
"Probably not," Guilmon said, bringing his head to rest on Renamon's lap and breathing deep her scent. "Ties and you get along as well as Rika with Kazu, if not worse."
"Hey!" Takato protested as Rika continued to adjust the mess that was his tie.
"I wouldn't go as far as to say it's worse," Rika admitted, finally satisfied with her corrections. "But it's certainly right up there."
Giving him another critical look, she reached up and ruffled the boy's neatly combed hair, earning him a surprised squawk as it went all over the place.
"Hey! Come on, I got that to look good at least!"
"Not for me," Rika chuckled. "On this, I don't care what your school says. You don't look right without it being a little bit messy. It gives you character."
"Yeah, but I have to listen to the class rep complain about it," Takato complained.
"Your class rep isn't dating you," Rika retorted with a smirk. "Maybe you can use that as an excuse when she bothers you about your hair."
"Somehow I don't think that's going to fly…"
"It will, whether she likes it or not."
"Could the two of you instead fly out of here?" Renamon asked, lowering her head to the table, all the while pressing her ice pack more tightly to her head. "Kami… I feel like I'm being deleted…"
"Ohhh… Renamon, don't say that," Guilmon whined, cuddling closer to her. "Seikomon says you'll be okay, and she's always been right before. Why not now?"
"Oh, why thank you," Seiko smiled behind her soup bowl at the crimson dinosaur before turning to the two Tamers. "It might be a good idea for the two of you to get an early start. Everyone had quite a bit more to drink than would be comfortable. I think it would be best to wait for such a morning cloud to lighten before seeing everyone."
"Wow, they're that bad?" Takato asked. Nodding, Seiko set down her soup bowl.
"In a way," she said, looking from the boy to the girl. "Of course, I can't say for sure, but everyone did have quite a bit to drink after the two of you disappeared last night."
Oh… was all Rika could think as her eyes widened slightly, her suspicions about last night only being confirmed. It seemed that, for a change, Takato was equally as quick on the uptake as she was.
"Oh… Right," Takato stammered. "Ah… Were we… We didn't… I mean…"
"I'm not going to judge the two of you," Seiko eased, her hand reaching over to Rika's and clasping it in her own. "We've been over this before enough times, and I think, given the circumstances, last night was understandable. Some of us need a bit more time to come to terms with the depth of your relationship. In either case…"
Taking up her soup bowl, she took another sip before setting it back down with a clink.
"…cooler heads will be better to deal with."
Rika groaned. Last night's slipup, as nice as it had been for them, only continued to complicate things for them.
Great. What's next? This time I end up getting knocked up?
Her mind paused and her hand drifted to her stomach, thinking back to her scare back in the summer all those months ago. Takato was willing to stand by her.
I'm tempting fate with thoughts like that, aren't I?
Much to her surprise, Takato took hold of her hand and drew himself to his feet.
"I understand," he said, earning him a raised eyebrow from Rika, a bit surprised at the determined look in his eyes. Turning toward her, Takato gave her a small smile.
"Come on, Rika. Let's go pick something up and think of a battleplan before we get to school."
Rika eyed him curiously for a moment before a small grin touched the corners of her lips and she got to her feet to join him, hand in hand.
Together.
"We'll face the music again," she said confidently, giving his hand a soft squeeze, one that was lovingly returned.
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