[ ...Yes, well. If they had to count that all those times, the amount she'd owe him would be in the cushy seven digits. Mako sighs, contented and happy, delight and warmth evident in the way she looks at him. He's happy, very much so, and Mako runs her fingers up and down his side, tracing over the lines of his body, the curve of muscle, lean and powerful.
She's considering Tendo's words again, and she looks back at him, contemplative and hesitant. She's never asked this -- never thought that she needed to, but there are some things that ought to be spoken out loud. So she asks him the one thing lovers have always asked each other: ]
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She's considering Tendo's words again, and she looks back at him, contemplative and hesitant. She's never asked this -- never thought that she needed to, but there are some things that ought to be spoken out loud. So she asks him the one thing lovers have always asked each other: ]
Do you... love me?