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“Oh.” He said. ‘Oh’ was a safe word. It gave a way little despite the way his entire world seemed to lurch around him. Everything suddenly changed. Because he wasn’t sure she would be just ‘Hazel’ now. Just his flatmate. The girl he had brought to the Armada when he had found her hungry and ready to gnaw on his paws at the border (Okay, it wasn’t really like that, but he could tease)

Well. Maybe he was bad at words, but maybe he didn’t need to find the right words just then. Instead, he looked down at Hazel, and nudged her gently. Waiting until she looked up at him before bending his head down again. He really wanted to see if another kiss would be like the first one. If it really ingles across his muzzle like that. His lips met hers, and he found that it did. Heat pooled in his chest, and then he was kissing her hard. Hard, but still being careful not to crush her.


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