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"Don’t ever do that again."
"Darling, I—" Her voice was interrupted by a hiss of pain before she swatted her wife’s hand away and tried to soothe her pinched arm.
"Miranda! That was evil." The faintest trace of laughter could be heard in the younger woman’s voice.
Walking towards Andy, Miranda lifted her hand, lightly stroking the furrowed brows, letting her fingers trace defined eyebrows and sharp cheekbones. And with years of practice, their lips found their way to each other. A sweet touch, almost innocent. One, then two times, their foreheads touching, breath mingling.
"I love you. So much."