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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Moving from the shop and up the stairs to her apartment, Sesshoumaru frowned at the lock for a moment, before melting it. Nudging the door open with his toe and slamming it behind them with that same toe, he disabled the alarm and carried her to the couch and sat down, holding her gently. Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he continued to speak to her and was surprised to find himself speaking emabout/em Rin rather than nothing at all./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"They were stories of how she had managed to get into trouble, some he knew first hand and others her nanny had spoken to him about. It was easy to get lost in the words and the shaking warmth she unwittingly provided as she curled against him./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He let her cry, surprisingly content to hold her and forced to admit that there was emsomething/em there, some inkling of emotion he was loath to admit to. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 157/p
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h4 style="padding-bottom: 5px; margin: 25px 0px 10px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17.280000686645508px; font-size: 14.399999618530273px; color: #b6171c;"emHold/em/h4
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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Moving from the shop and up the stairs to her apartment, Sesshoumaru frowned at the lock for a moment, before melting it. Nudging the door open with his toe and slamming it behind them with that same toe, he disabled the alarm and carried her to the couch and sat down, holding her gently. Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he continued to speak to her and was surprised to find himself speaking emabout/em Rin rather than nothing at all./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"They were stories of how she had managed to get into trouble, some he knew first hand and others her nanny had spoken to him about. It was easy to get lost in the words and the shaking warmth she unwittingly provided as she curled against him./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"He let her cry, surprisingly content to hold her and forced to admit that there was emsomething/em there, some inkling of emotion he was loath to admit to. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 157/p
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