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Actions Speak Louder

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"Say it again."

"What? No! What's with you? Haven't I said it enough?" she responded, perplexed.

"Sorry," he said, sounding chastised and a little embarrassed. Time passed. She hated, but loved to hate, how his face was so inscrutable. It was so wonderful when he had even the slightest expression. So when one eyebrow rose a minute later, her heart sped up. "Say it again?" he asked tentatively, almost pleading.

She glared at him. Now she was trying hard not to smile. This was getting slightly silly, which was highly unusual for him. The situation did not improve much when he leaned in to kiss her just below her jaw, near her ear, at the intersection of her neck and face. His mouth stayed there for some time. This meant that he really wanted to hear it.

"How many times do you have to hear it before you believe me?" she asked him, slightly annoyed, but only slightly, because how honestly annoyed could one be when one was getting kissed like that?

"It isn't that I don't believe you," he said, his tone perfectly serious, his lips dotting up and down and up her neck. "It is just pleasing to hear."

"You're like a little kid sometimes," she said, trying to sound patronizing and trying very hard not to squeal.

"Please?" he said, breathing the word into her ear.

How could she say no when he asked like that? She ducked out of the reach of his kisses and turned to look him straight in the face. "All right," she said. She sighed. He looked at her expectantly.

"I'm yours," she said.

For the hundredth time, she went slightly giddy at the thought of being able to make him smile like that.

Smiling as he kissed her, she silently added: and you're mine.

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A/N. If you are looking for angst, do not come to me.