[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]she hums agreement, flashes a small smile.

"no hangover would be nice."

and silence follows. it creeps in, settling into the shadows of her house. if she didn't know better, she'd assume one of her many ghosts were in them... but there's no tell-tale snicker, no familiar eyes staring back at her when she looks.

eventually, she asks a question she shouldn't.

it bubbles out in a rush, begging to be alive and tumbling around in the air.

"are you going to stay?"

and then, her ankles still.

her mind catches up before a soft "oops" tumbles out, a blush immediately creeping up to her ears.

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[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]she nods slowly, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

and maybe it is. her wanting him to stay around has never been subtle, per se. it's simply faded into the background behind more important things, behind obligations and busy schedules.

"yes," she murmurs. somehow, her eyes manage to hold firm on his face instead of drifting away. and it's easier, in a way, to admit things to him with a hazy mind and loose filter. thoughts and feelings slip through the cracks. eventually, one will ruin this but for now, it simmers and fades.

"i did."

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[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]she brightens almost immediately, like a dog seeing their owner finally return home from work after a long day.

and the smile she flashes as he steps closer, as he agrees, is nothing short of sunshine.

"really?" as if it's a joke, as if she needs more confirmation than already given.

her legs begin to move again, careful of knocking into him. and her hands slowly follow, one reaching for him with more confidence than before.

she's genuine when she lets out a soft, "thank you."

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[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]she idly fiddles with fabric, running fingers over familiar material.

"for staying."

her fingers still, then, and she stares up at him with a curious look.

"i'm not, like, forcing you to, right?" it's filled with hesitation, jumbled syllables, and a slight slurred tone but she's genuine in the question all the same.

he's doing this because he wants to... right?

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[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]he guides her legs and they settle naturally, as if this is the proper resting place for them.

and when his hands dig into bare skin, she lets out a shaky exhale.

"me, not concerned?" a giggle follows. "are you sure about that?"

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[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]forehead to forehead, skin to skin. somehow, it's not quite enough.

her eyes flutter shut anyway and his breath tickles her cheeks.

"i can," she whispers. "it wouldn't be the first time."

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[attr="class","illie"]

[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]skin heats with a firmer grip.

circles trace small, little shivers into her body.

and it's easy for her to lean in, to hum acknowledgement.

"of course," is breathed into him before she looks to press lips together.

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