Date: 2007-07-20 01:04 am (UTC)
She nods and leans into his touch, closing her eyes and just breathing him in. He smells like sanitizer and metal and the rosemary-scented soap she'd bought a few months ago to wash the laundry with.

A few minutes pass.

"Is it time yet?" she whispers.
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