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[ but we won't, she thinks. this was the moment.

and she's too worn down to hang on. he kisses her once, twice more, and Sprezzatura slides her top leg higher up his thigh, a slight nudge that has her realizing the state of him between his legs. she wants to want to do something about it...

and yet. she's too worn down. lips stay parted as the kiss breaks. eyes stay closed. ]

Not...

[ but that's all she can manage; everything hazes, and fitful sleep creeps in. ]

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[And there she goes. "Not" what? He supposes he'll never know.

Never mind the way his heart still beats hard in his chest, his skin still flushed. Never mind how her leg just nudges against that sensitive spot between his legs. He's glad she can sleep, if even for a few hours.

He's just... glad.

Henry lies there with her, tucked close, for a long as she decides to remain. At some point, through some manner of divine miracle that allows his body to wind down again, he'll drift off with her.]