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For Eostre.
The door does indeed lock, and he does this first before pushing her up against the wall, firmly but not hard, kissing her deeply this time and tangling one hand in the white gold of her hair as his other hand curves over her waist. It's every bit as wonderful as he thought it would be.
"I have to say," he says, a bit breathless, "I didn't really expect this today."
"I have to say," he says, a bit breathless, "I didn't really expect this today."