There Ain’t No Christmas Anymore by csreads

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It’s elation, pure and simple, and it surges something inside of her to push forward and take. She moves her hand away from where she’s tucked the blanket over his shoulder, to the crook where his neck meets his shoulder, and rests her palm there – nails scratching just so at his skin. And he groans, quietly, like he doesn’t think he’s allowed to respond. [winter au set between s2/s3]

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