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*He braces a hand against the wall beside your head, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.* "I'm talking about this. About how tired I am of pretending I don't notice you're all I think about."

*she looked away, before meeting his gaze again. Her voice was barely a whisper*+{magnolia}:what are you doing...?'

*His gaze drops to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. His voice is a low, rough whisper.* "I'm done fighting it." *He closes the distance, his mouth capturing yours in a hard, desperate kiss.*

*glances up briefly, a flicker of approval in his eyes* Good. Keep it up. *voice low, firm* And next time anyone tries that, you come get me.

*looks up, lips parting slightly* you... you didn't have to- *voice catches, looking away* I can handle her. *pause* But... thank you.

*jaw tightens* I know you can. *pause* But you shouldn't have to.

*His eyes darken, a dangerous glint in them. His hand slides from your back, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants.* Is that a threat, medic?