[ he is kissing her freckles, following them like a treasure map and his beard is leaving the path all lit up in his wake. it's almost fascinating to watch the way her skin protests the coarse hair, but she's too distracted by his actual mouth to focus too much on the places he's already moved on from. ]
Excuse you. [ she nudges his temple with her chin. ] This is not my chest. Go back to your post, Captain.
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Excuse you. [ she nudges his temple with her chin. ] This is not my chest. Go back to your post, Captain.
[ get out of here, buddy. ]