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[ Her face is tipped up to his, and her arms come around his shoulder when he kisses her, heated and passionate and wanting, and for a moment like this they can stay this way -- dead guy's not going to get any more dead, anyway. She knows what they're going to do because they've done this before, and now that she has him by her side they could do this together, them and their family.

For now, her mouth opens against his, letting him in, mapping him out and exploring him herself, letting him know in not so many words that yes, yes of course she loves him too -- she'd only ever loved him. They're fixing themselves and maybe she's just starting to cry a little, stray tears mixing with kisses because the weight that's lifted off her shoulders is incredible, the passion that she remembers from Raleigh -- and it's always, always been him. ]