[Bel's smile is notably softer than the usual ones. That edged, angry humor evaporates, leaving an almost new set of features: a simple, wistful happiness.]
Lets make it count. [Even as they lean up on one elbow, pressing their lips against Miles' again, a finger hooks in his collar, tugging at the clasp.]
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Lets make it count. [Even as they lean up on one elbow, pressing their lips against Miles' again, a finger hooks in his collar, tugging at the clasp.]