2/2 short days before she must fly back home. She smiles as he steps up behind her, wrapping his arms beneath her breasts and drawing her toward him so he is able to drop a kiss on the gentle slope of her shoulder. ‘Watcha doing?’ His voice is soft, laden as always with concern and she smiles as he kisses his way up her neck, the russet tones of her hair against his skin transporting her back through the years. ‘Nothing really’ she assures him. ‘I was just saying hi to Scully’ End
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