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Amira dealed the cards with a sile, picking up her pile and flipping over the first card. She grinned at Sage tauntingly
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Sage just grinned back at her, mischievously, and set his first card down, starting the game up again
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Amira kept playing back and forth, slowly gaining more cards as he was losing them
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Sage tossed a few more cards down the next couple of rounds, before managing to get them all down. He sort of let out a celebratory yell and then flopped onto his back with a groan. "Beating you makes my brain hurt," he joked with a soft chuckle.
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Amira laughed lightly at him and went over to climb into his lap. She kissed his sweet spot and grinned
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Sage chuckled softly when she moved to climb onto him, wrapping his arms around her happily
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She kissed his spot, gently nipping it. "I love you"
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He felt his breath hitch when she nipped him, and he tilted his head back to give her more room. "I love you too," he breathed happily
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Her lips worked against his sweet spot, nipping it every now and then. She moved her lips to his jaw, then his lips as she tried to deepen the kiss
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Sage was more than happy to let her work away at him, tilting his head to give her better access and then kissing her back when she moved to his lips
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