[They really were the pinacle of dumb, lovestruck idiots. Freya eagerly accepts the kiss, one arm tightly circling Pen's waist, both to pull them flush together and to ease the strain from her partner's toes.]
[It was perfect (morning breath aside), and it hurt to think about letting it go so soon. But Freya was determined to enjoy this for everything it was worth.]
[Pen felt some sense of urgency, something small and fluttery that set her heart racing. She couldn't put her finger on what or why, but she wasn't planning to spoil the moment either. She just threw herself into the kiss, eager for the contact, and to keep whatever inner demon was bothering Freya at bay.]
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[Still spinning, she slows the pace and pops up to kiss Freya, the height of schmoopy lovestruck nonsense. And hopefully what Freya was wishing for.]
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[It was perfect (morning breath aside), and it hurt to think about letting it go so soon. But Freya was determined to enjoy this for everything it was worth.]
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Hah... you keep this up, and I'll have to keep you here all morning, you know. [She's getting a little worked up.]
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[It's her late start day.]
You?
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But if it's up to me, how's that even a choice, beautiful? [Freya grins at her partner, running her hand down her partner's largely bare back.]
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[She will. Probably. Maybe.]
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[And that definitely suits her just fine.]