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Jora watched Sage’s grin grow, the warmth of it spreading like sunlight on a chilly morning. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he listened to her playful banter, and she felt an electric thrill at the way his expression reacted to her teasing. But it was the moment his breath hitched that sent a rush of exhilaration through her. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the warm expanse of his neck, taking delight in the way he momentarily faltered. His reaction was like music to her ears, a silent confirmation of the connection they shared. Jora could feel the strength of his arms encircling her waist, grounding yet thrilling, and she relished the way he gripped her hips, bringing her a step closer to him. “Ah, so you do know me well,” she replied with a sly smile, tilting her head slightly to look up at him, her heart racing. The playful banter was a delicate dance between them, and she loved how it sparked joy in his eyes. “Living with it might just be the easiest part.” A flutter of excitement coursed through her with every shared laugh, each word weaving closer ties between their playful spirits. |
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Sage just leaned into her touch happily, grinning over at her when she spoke up. "I suppose I do," he mused lightly. "I'd certainly hope I do anyhow...you're gonna be stuck with me forever now," he chirped lightly, just sort of hanging on her since she was taller and he could be flirty like that. He didn't hear anyone around in the hallways or rooms next to them....so they were safe to banter a bit before anything much happened. He couldn't help but laugh at her next comment, nodding along happily. "It does seem to be quite nice to have from time to time," he msued lightly, eyes glittering as he peered up at her, resting his chin lightly on her chest. Though, after a moment he sort of wrinkled his nose. "Though....this won't hurt the baby at all, will it," he questioned, attempting to puzzle it over. Nine months seemed like a long time to go without her in this way...but if it meant a risk to the baby, he'd leave it without a doubt. |
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Jora’s heart fluttered at Sage’s teasing, his grin infectious as he leaned into her, playful and unbothered by the height difference. She loved how he always found a way to make light of things, always bringing laughter into moments that could otherwise feel heavy. His words about being "stuck with her forever" made something warm curl in her chest. She’d never felt more certain of anything. “Forever sounds good to me,” she teased back, a quiet confidence in her voice that matched the affection she felt in the moment. She didn’t mind the way he leaned into her, didn’t mind that he was flirty or relaxed—everything felt right, like the world had slowed down just for them. But as his expression shifted and his voice dropped into something more thoughtful, Jora could see the concern in his eyes. His hand found hers, and she smiled, brushing her fingers over his. She knew he’d do anything for the baby, for her—especially if it meant giving up something that made her feel good. “Don’t worry, Sage,” she said softly, resting her hand on his cheek to make sure he was looking at her. “The baby’s fine. You’re right, nine months is a long time, but we’ll be okay. And besides…” she teased, brushing her thumb along his jaw, “you’ve got nine months of me being all yours to look forward to.” Jora couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was an easy, carefree thing, but one that felt deeper now. She wasn’t just laughing about the situation—she was laughing because she knew they’d figure this all out together, no matter what. |
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Sage chuckled lightly in response to her comment, nodding along in agreement. "I think so too," he chirped, pecking her on the lips lightly. He really did hope it stayed that way too...them, growing their family, unbothered by society. When she mentioned the baby would be fine, his smile formed again and he couldn't help but laugh. "Well then, we may as well make good use of that time then, yeah," he purred, knowing the affects his words would have on her. "After all, we wouldn't want to get bored in this small little cabin," he added with a mock pout, mostly messing around but eager to get things going. |
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Jora smirked at the playful glint in Sage’s eyes, her heart fluttering slightly at his teasing tone. She tilted her head, studying him with a mixture of affection and amusement. “Oh, I’m sure we can find plenty of ways to keep entertained,” she said, her voice low and teasing, giving him a knowing look. The warmth of his kiss still lingered on her lips, and she leaned in just a little closer, their proximity both comforting and thrilling. "Besides, boredom is the last thing we have to worry about," she added, her smile turning more sultry as she let her fingers brush over his arm, feeling that familiar spark between them. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, especially with him. They’d already built something strong—something unshakable—and a small cabin couldn’t hold them back. Not when they were like this, perfectly in sync. |
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Sage felt his lips curve upwards even more as his grin turned more mischievous as time went on. "I'm sure we can," he agreed. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of our little games," he added, a knowing glint in his eyes. He felt his heart speed up even more as she leaned in closer, practically holding him up now since he was bent over backwards a little bit by then. He let his fingers tighten on her hips, tugging then closer to his own body, relishing in the heat coming from her. Even her smell seemed intoxicating. "Care to play," he mused after a moment, knowing she'd be as eager as him. |
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Jora felt the heat rising in her cheeks as Sage leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. The way he tugged her closer sent a thrill through her that made her heart race. She could see that mischievous glint in his eyes, and there was something intoxicating about it—something that made every nerve in her body tingle with anticipation. “Play?” she echoed, matching his playful tone. There was a spark between them, electric and teasing, and she was more than willing to dance in that space. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them tangled in this moment, their bodies and hearts in sync. Jora leaned in even more, closing the distance as she whispered, “Oh, I’m always ready for a challenge.” Her fingers brushed lightly along his arms, feeling the strength in his muscles as their playful energy swirled in the air around them. Her own smile was a blend of mischief and desire, a reflection of the connection that bound them together. “What kind of game are you thinking?” she asked, her voice low and inviting. She knew they could push each other’s limits, dive into a playful rivalry that left them both breathless and eager for more. And more than anything, she was ready for whatever he had planned next. |
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Sage felt a laugh bubble up in his throat when Jora agreed to their little 'game'. They always had fun around the times like this, and he was more than ready to dive right in to their play. "Hmmm something...exciting," he noted. "Distract us from all the other things around us," he added, grin growing as he thought. "Something leaving a nice taste in our mouths," he continued, eyes sparkling as he just said whatever he could think of. He could feel her fingers running along the skin of his arm, and it does his heart up even more as he anticipated that same soft warmth in other areas of his body. It was rediculous how much she affected him....but he certainly enjoyed it. |
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Jora watched Sage with a playful glimmer in her eyes, her heart fluttering at his enthusiasm. His laughter was infectious, igniting a spark of excitement within her. The way he leaned forward, clearly engaged in their game, made her pulse quicken. She felt a flutter of anticipation as he spoke, his words painting vivid pictures in her mind. “Something exciting,” she echoed, her voice light and teasing. Jora loved how effortlessly he conjured images of adventure and delight. Sage’s grin was like a beacon, and every spark of joy he radiated drew her closer, igniting a warmth that spread through her. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingertips; it danced in tandem with her own, an unspoken connection that electrified the air between them. The gentle teasing of his arm only heightened her senses, and she leaned in a little closer, reveling in the shared moment. “Hmm, a taste we won’t forget,” she mused, her mind wandering to all the delightful possibilities. She considered how every little interaction with him seemed laced with promises, and she savored each second, knowing it was fleeting yet forever imprinted in the tapestry of their shared memories. The world outside faded into a blur, leaving just the two of them wrapped in their playful banter. Jora found herself entranced by Sage's infectious energy, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It was moments like these that made her heart swell, reminding her how much she cherished their time together. |
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Sage felt a chill run up and down his spine in response to the girls words. The way she made them sound was just ... delicious, if that was the right word for it. He wasn't really sure how to describe it. But it was good, whatever it was. He hummed in agreement as she spoke, shivering slightly as she leaned in even more, the slight bit of space she covered enough for her breath to swirl over his neck in a rather appealing way. "I think that leaves it open to some creativity," he added. Then he got a rather mischievous idea, and he supposed it would be fun, so he decided to go for it. It would be amusing either way. So he moved his hands from her hips, keeping his eyes meeting hers, and then yanked her pants down and darted away with a snicker, leading the girl around the room in a brief chase before he allowed her to tackle him over, laughing the entire time. |
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