he watches her as she struggles with her crutches. she keeps cursing under her nose and it makes him chuckle, although he feels really sorry because he knows she’s in pain. « wash off that smirk » she makes a comment as she comes closer to him. « i hate those fucking things. they ain’t no help. » he puts her hair behind her ear and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. « and it fucking hurts, you know? » « i know, babe » he whispers and kisses her forehead. the idea pops in his head. he smiles wickedly

“what?” gillian looks at him and frowns. “what are you doing?” he places his one arm under her thighs and the other one on her back and raises her. “duchovny, are you insane? put me down!” she screams. he just laughs and comes closer to the stage. “david, really. put me down, please.” “no” he says and comes on the stage carrying her in his arms. she couldn’t be more red because of the blush but also couldn’t be more in love with that man.

And I couldn’t be more in love with you, anon!

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