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"Well then, it's just fate, isn't it?" Mercy teased softly, smiling at his whine as she got put down. "Well, you could be bad, and impatient, but then you wouldn't have earned it." She mocked, watching him get dressed. |
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"It sure is" He mused back at her tease as he buttoned up the shirt. "True... I guess I'll be good and patient for now" He said with a small thoughtful tone as he put on his shoes. "You ready to go, love?" He asked giving her a sweet smile |
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"It sure is" He mused back at her tease as he buttoned up the shirt. "True... I guess I'll be good and patient for now" He said with a small thoughtful tone as he put on his shoes. "You ready to go, love?" He asked giving her a sweet smile |
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"That's my man." Mercy teased, nodding when he straightened up and walking to his side, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers as she lead him out to the gardens. |
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Kennedy smiled at her tease then looked at their hands, givign hers a slight squeeze as he looked up and followed her closely. "Your gonna love this cafe, it's quite nice" He told her as they walked. |
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"If you say I will, then I will." She said softly, leading him out into the garden and walking at a leisurely pace. Her gait was somewhat weak, since she was... rather sore. "Can I ride behind you on Monty rather than by myself?" She asked lightly. |
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Kennedy continued to follow her, nodding slightly at her comment. He did take note of her slower pace wondering if that was from their previos events that day. At her question he nodded his head "Of course you can. No need to ask that" He replied to her with a gentle tone |
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It didn't take long to get to the stable, and when they did, she hovered by the door to Monty's stall, letting go of Kennedy's hand so he could tack him up. She reached her hands down gently to smooth them over the backs of her thighs, closing her eyes for a moment because of the slight ache. |
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When Mercy let go of his hand, he didn't waste a moment retrieving Monty out of the stall. He quickly gave him a quick groom before tacking him up. Kennedy bridled the stallion before mounting, then holding out a hang to help Mercy get on |
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Mercy watched him tack up happily, grabbing his hand and hopping on effortlessly. "Thank you, sir." She smiled, wrapping her arms around him tightly. |
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