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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[cashe]

[ She wasn't sure she'd ever stop being surprised by such overt displays of affection, but she wasn't sure she wanted to either. Every part of her loved this; being wanted and feeling like she belonged to someone. They still hadn't vocalized whether or not they were a couple, but she felt like they were and they certainly acted like it.

Though he eyes went wide at the kiss, she closed them quickly and melted into it. When he pulls back and she sees her happiness mirrored in his eyes, she'd smiling like a fool, and her cheeks are rosy. ]

Yeah. [ Her voice is a little breathless. ] It does. I'm glad. Merry Christmas.

[almightythirst]

[ That’s a conversation they’ll have to have one day, after Chloe remembers who she is and they are no longer in the position of having to pretend anything at all. Now though, it feels like it goes unsaid. He cups her cheek in one hand and leans his forehead against hers. ]

Good. Thank you, Liz. And merry Christmas.

[cashe]

[ It's yet another moment when pure happiness floods her system and she feels safe despite the chaos of Deerington. Her eyes close at he leans his forehead against hers and she moves closer to him. ]

Merry Christmas Jesse.

[ She lingers for a moment longer before pulling back and smiling brightly at him. ] So, you wanna play with the guns or what?

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse grins right back at her with all of the enthusiasm of—well, a kid on Christmas. ]

Sugar, wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here without givin’ at least one of ‘em a shot.