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TITLE: Eden’s Bloom
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
SHIP: Jennifer (Dr Keller) / Ronon
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season Four, possibly
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 4 – A companion piece to “Flora and Fornication”, try to read that before you read this.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate Atlantis. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
Jennifer woke with a start, panting to catch her breath and slowly extricate her hand from the panties she slept in with a groan. Her skin felt hot and tight while her stiff nipples scraped along the cotton of her tee as her chest heaved. She sighed and pulled the covers, which she must have kicked off at some point, back around her. Her sex still buzzed and pulsed, hot and wet from her dream and her unconscious help to echo it in reality. Her fingers were wet and slick and the scent of her arousal clung to them and permeated the air around her. She had run every test she could think of and one or two she'd simply improvised, but down to their very genetic make-up, there was no trace of anything out of the ordinary, which had not been there before their visit to Eden. But, she couldn't get the events out of her head, or other parts of her it seemed. It went without saying that she was avoiding Ronon like the plague.
The memories were bad enough in there perversely startling, enjoyable vividness and random unexpectedness, but the dreams were worse. Her subconscious added permutation and scenarios that had not happened, but felt just as real as they used the sensation from the real event. Three nights running she'd woken like this, just short of climax, breathing hard and with the ghost of his taste, touch and smell skittering across her senses. Sleep would return eventually, she just had to keep staring up at the dark ceiling until it did. Her breathing returned to normal, but her body still whispered its need for release to her in a myriad less-than-subtle little ways.
She'd stubbornly denied herself those last three nights, hoping to get herself under control by will alone, but she didn't get much rest and people were starting to notice. She turned into a bit of a grouch when she didn't get her eight hours. Jennifer worried at her lower lip for a moment and then disentangled her finger where she had interlaced them over her belly. She took a deep, slow breath and slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties. She curled them and scraped her fingernails across the skin beneath the little triangle of her pubes and teased the area around the hood of her clit with a little shiver. She rubbed her thighs together for a moment and then spread her legs as she stretched the cotton of her panties to deliberately skip passed the pearl of her clitoris and start to rub her slick, swollen folds.
She stared up at the ceiling, stopping her eyes from closing as she undulated against her fingers, letting two of them slip inside her and caress her channel to scratch the pulsing itch that had taken up residence there. Her eyelids fluttered, but she refused to let them close as she gave her thumb command of her buzzing clit and she amped up the pleasure she was giving herself. She let her other hand cup her breast through her top, but the material felt rough and irritating against her heated, sensitive skin. She let her other hand slither up under her tee and lightly caressed the curves of her breasts. She licked her dry lips and rolled her shoulders against the bed, her back arching to press herself against her flexing hand and delving fingers.
Her breathing got faster and shallower as she stimulated herself, finding all the special places to send sparks of delight coursing along her nerves. She'd been close when she'd woken and she was soon back at the brink before she surrendered one last time and shut her eyes. His face and his muscular frame filled her vision and with a shuddering breath and a soft moan, it wasn't her fingers doing the work anymore. His scent, masculine and musky filled her nostrils and his taste blossomed in her mouth, the memories indistinguishable from the real thing as her hand got rougher at her breast and faster and harder at her crotch. Heat rolled along her skin and she started to quiver as the growing energy of her climax leaked from her core and danced and skipped across her nerves to make her muscle twitch.
Jennifer bit her lip to hold back the scream of release that bubbled up her throat, expelled by the burst of energy-laden bliss that rocketed from her completion. Her hand tensed on her breast, finger pressing so hard they would leave fresh little bruises next to the fading ones Ronon had left. Her palm crushing and grinding against the hard nub of her nipple sending electric darts in to her chest to cause further havoc with her breathing. Her sex clenched and twist around her wriggling fingers while a rush of liquid heat tried to flood out around them as she shuddered, muscles tensed more than they relaxed. She rode out the waves of her self-induced climax with shudders, moans and whimpers until it eased and body relaxed enough for her to reasserted. She disentangled her hands and grabbed her pillows and stuffed one between her legs and curling around it on her side, hugged the other to her chest. A sigh escaped her lips as the sparking energy dissipated, leaving her limp and sated against the makeshift bedmate of her pillows, and moments later she was peacefully asleep.
She woke slowly, languidly blinking away sleep and snuggling against the warm, plushness of her pillows and then she froze. It wasn't a board, well-muscled and tanned chest she was snuggling against she realized. She had been dreaming again. Jennifer rolled onto her back and stretched out with a sigh that was part-aggravation and part-disappointment. She stretched out her hand and after only a moment’s pause, she dropped it and shut off her bedside alarm just at it went off. "At least I'm well rested." she thought looking on the bright side as she pointed her toes and arched her back in a feline stretch and finding that some of the tension that had been plaguing her for days was gone. But, not quite all of it, it seemed as the idle swipe of her fingers across her exposed midriff stirred an echo ad her core and she all but snatched her hand away. "Seriously?" she muttered to the silent room rhetorically before, with heavy sigh she got up and got ready for her shift in the infirmary.
Her patients were few and none of them serious, but thankfully there was enough to do to keep her mind busy. They were having one of those quiet times with very few incidents and their wasn't anyone with injuries severe enough to keep them in the med bay. A halfway decent night's sleep had done her a world of good and she felt like she was finally getting a handle on things. She should have known better. She turned from stocking a cabinet with supplies and there he was, close enough that she had to look up to find his face. He had a towel slung over his shoulders and the smell of sweat and exertion wafted off him. The scent was tantalizingly close to something else that she had to stifle a gasp as her belly flipped and her core contracted. It was a horrible thought, but she found herself fervently hoping for an off world catastrophe that would suddenly fill the infirmary and demand her full attention. What she got was the only other person nearby, a nurse, leaving with a wave as she went to lunch.
"Hi, Doc... Errrr, Jennifer." He greeted her and took a half-step back as he realized he was encroaching on her personal space. "Hi, Ronon, How can I help? Did you hurt yourself training?" She returned his greeting as casually as she could manage and then went on to try and put their meeting on a professional level. "Errrr... No... No, nothing like that... I..." He tried to put her mind at ease, but instead brought a frown to her forehead as she realized that the usually confident and straight forward warrior was fidgeting and hesitant and that he hadn't made eye contact with her since she had looked up on turning around. "We need to talk... Talk about Eden. What time do you get off?" He explained and enquired causing her eyebrow to arch in shocked surprise when her mind connected his question to her indulgence from the night before instead of the more common and situation appropriate connotation.
He somehow seemed to realize that and she saw the flush of a blush creep onto his cheeks even as hers heated too. "I mean what time does your shift end?" He hastily rephrased his question, his eyes darting everywhere, but at her face. "I'm not busy now, Ronon, but there isn't much more I can tell you. All the tests I've run say there are no ill effects from... Eden." She informed him, choosing her words carefully as she didn't quite no what to call what they'd done and remained as clinical as possible. A flash of anger sparked in his eyes, and she realized his shoulders had been slumped as he straightened and moved closer to her. " I didn't say anything was wrong... I... This was a mistake. I'm sorry." He ground out from between gritted teeth as he started to turn away from her.
Besides the anger she also saw hurt and a match for the confusion she felt in his eyes as they turned away from her. "Ronon..." She began, but got no further as the moment she touched his arm she felt a sort of electric pulse that triggered an intense flood of delightful memories that drew a breathy moan from her before she could bite it back. He turned back to her wide-eyed and she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and placed his large hand gently over hers while their eyes locked. She felt her pulse speed up and the world around her seemed to fade as the moment stretched out and they searched each other’s eyes for what she wasn't sure and then his face was looming nearer. Her breath hitched as she realized what that meant even as her head tilted to accept his kiss.
Her body tensed as the electric charge that flowed into her from his lips made the one she had gotten when she touched him seem like a nine volt battery compare to the live socket she had just stuck her tongue into. She opened her mouth hungrily to accept his probing tongue as she melted against him and he wrapped his strong arms around her. She moaned into his mouth as her body sped to aroused life, her nipples hardening and her sex tightening and moistening as she clutched at his shoulders and her lips wrestled with his while their tongues dueled. His thigh was somehow between her legs and she ground herself against it to scratch t eh growing itch in her nethers. His reaction pressed into her pelvis as it strained the constraints of his sweats and his hands worked their way down her back to cup her ass and pull her even tighter against him.
"No! No... We... We can't..." She panted desperately once she managed to drag her lips from his and she realized that she didn't want to stop at kissing and that they were in the infirmary with all those inviting beds where anyone could walk in at any moment. "Not here." She qualified as she saw the hurt and confusion return to his expression. His hands were still kneading her behind and she could feel him throbbing hotly against her. Her skin seemed to pulse with heat and she licked her lips, partly to wet them and partly to taste him. He was breathing hard and heavy and his heaving chest expanded against her breasts, pressing against her nipples and sending sparks of sensation into her chest.
"But, I want you." He almost whined with need and his tone made her stomach do somersaults and made her core squeeze out a gush if hot slippery cream. "I haven't been able to stop thinking of you and... And, what we did on Eden. I want to be inside you again." He admitted, his lips hovering over hers, his breath tickling them. "Me too." Jennifer made an admission of her own, feeling another defense crumble and her desire take even deeper root. "But, Ronon... We have to..." She started, determined to try and take control, be responsible and make some sense and order from the erotic chaos she found herself swirling in, but she could not come up with a course of action except for the one her body was screaming at her with thousands of tingling, sparking nerve-endings. His scent, his taste, his touch merged memory and reality and made thinking difficult as she looked around, desperate for a solution.
"Supply closet." She blurted out as her gaze fell on the door with its keypad that would give them privacy if not the comfort, of the inviting beds that surrounded them. He snatched her off her feet and carried her to the door she had indicated. It took her three tries and a lot of concentration to punch in the right code to unlock the door as his lips sucked at the pulse point at the side of her neck and sent blossoms of fire into her skin and his strong hands roamed over her body. They almost fell into the room when the door opened, but he steadied and turned them and then her back was up against the shelves and his lips were once again plundering hers. She moaned into his mouth when his hand found and squeezed her breast, making her nipple zing and tingle under his palm.
They kissed hard and hungrily, bodies grinding and bumping together while she clutched at his broad shoulders and his hands fondled her breasts and ass. She could feel him hard and eager through his sweats while her skin tingled and her sex pulsed wet and hot with need and desire. He broke the kiss and she followed his lips with a whine, reluctant to let him. Her feet dangled off the floor, her weight easily supported by his strong hand and the fact that she was pinned between him and the shelf. Her breasts pressed into the hard, unyielding plains of his chest as she tried to catch her breath while his tickled her lips.
Jennifer pressed forward to re-establish their kiss but her remained stubbornly out of reach. "We should... Should, maybe, slow down." He suggested, swallowing hard, the hungry blaze in his eyes and his throbbing hardness pressing into her at odds with his words. "You don't want to?" She found herself asking with a tang of disappointment heavily coloring her tone along with confusion. "That's not what I meant... I want you, I want to be inside you, Jennifer, but... But, I also... Also want more... I... I want there to be an us, not just sex, no matter how good it might be." He clarified in fits and starts as he struggled to find the right words.
She flashed him a shy smile and cupped his bearded cheek. "I want that too, Ronan. We... We can have dinner tonight, but..." She responded, biting her lip before continuing. She knew what he was saying might be the prudent course of action, but she had never had such a physical, animal need for a man before in her life. Her body thrummed with the need of him, her nipples were so stiff they ached and her sex constricted and twisted against itself on a copious flood of slippery cream. "But, I... I want... I really want you inside me here and now too." she admitted her desire in no uncertain terms, nervously searching his face for his reaction. "Oh thank Seda!" He responded in an emphatic rush before capturing her lips. They kissed until they were breathless again
She raised her arms and it took him a moment to grasp her intent before he grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it off over her head. She kicked her slippers off, glad that her medical uniform was much easier to get out of than her off world one had been. Her bra went next, the front clasp holding only briefly as his strong, insistent hands worked their way under the cups. His sucking lips and laving tongue found one of her stiff nipples before she was even done shrugging the straps off her shoulders and she dug her fingers into his braided hair to pull him tighter as his hand caressed her back while the other attended to the breast he wasn't suckling at. Warm, lightning strike sensations of delight pulsed into her heaving chest and ran a skittering path down her body to join with those growing at her core as she ground herself against the thick, male ridge that bulged the front of his sweats.
They were a tangle of arms and legs and through the fog of desire and pleasure, she realized as good as it felt to be wrapped up and pressed against him, it meant that she was the only one getting naked. And, she wanted more than that, oh so much more. Jennifer unhooked her legs and let them drop back to the floor, but came up short as she hung from his much longer frame. He grinned at her as he remained upright and her feet remained off the floor even when she let all her weight hang off her arms where they were curled around his neck. He really was strong and tall.
He kissed her again, a soft probing press of lips and a tingling swipe of his tongue before he bent and let her feet return to the floor, at least physically. He'd lost the towel somewhere along the way and she grabbed the hem of his tank top he raised his arms, but she didn't have to pull at his top as he sank down to his knees and out of it. She dropped it to the floor with a soft moan as his warm breath heated her flat stomach before his lips brushed along it and his beard tickled her. She moaned and took a deep shuddering breath when he dipped his tongue into her belly button and swirled it around before sealing his lips to her skin while his fingers dug under the waistband of her pants and panties at the same time.
Her thighs shifted uncontrollably as his hot breath washed over her crotch and she lifted her hands instead of letting them drop to his head. Her hands rested on the shelf on either side of her head and then gripped the edge as he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his broad shoulder, opening her to him. Her breath shuddered from her lungs as a breathy moan as the heat of his breath was replaced by the wet heat and pressure of his lips and tongue. His beard tickled the insides of her thighs as he buried his face between them and feasted on her. His hands cupped the curves of her behind and kneaded her firm flesh as he held her to his sucking lips while his tongue explored her dewy petals and wriggled into her in search of the source of the torrent of ambrosia that poured from her as her channel flexed and twisted against itself. She gasped, moaned and groaned with delight, her fingers flexing against the hard, cool steel of the shelf as her hips undulated to the rhythm of his lapping tongue.
A soft cry escaped her lips as he found and latched onto her exposed clit and sent an electric whip of wonderful sensation lashing into her core. She tried to get her breathing under control as it became rapid and shallow and she started to feel lightheaded with the delight caused by his sucking lips and lapping tongue which he then augments and intensified by sliding first one and then a second of his thick fingers into her clutching, rippling channel to caress her intimate depths. Her skin was on fire, a blaze that leapt and danced with the joy she felt at his oral ministration and exploring fingers. Her back arched and twitched and little rivulets of perspiration trickled down her skin, between her flexing shoulder blades and into the valley of her cleavage. If he kept going for much longer, she was going to come. She could feel her climax, a wild thing, clawing and raging at the confines of her roiling, molten core, growing strong and powerful on the steady diet of delight he gave her.
A very substantial part of her begged to let him continue, to let him drive her over that wonderful cliff and into the oblivious chasm of orgasm, but a stubborn part of her continued to want more, wanted to feel his virile manhood inside her before she surrendered. She peeled her fingers off the edge of the shelf and with some effort managed to dig them into his braided hair and get a good grip. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop!" she frantically half-demanded and half-pleaded as she pulled at his hair.
The eyes that slid up her body to meet hers were both wild and confused and his lips and cheeks glistened with the overflow of her juices. He licked his lips slowly and she had to tighten her grip on his hair again to stop him from lowering his head once more. She moved her hands to his slick cheeks and kept his face tilted towards hers. "Come up here." She commanded in a smoky whisper and an urgent tug at his hair. He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh for a moment and then slid her leg off his shoulder and did as she commanded.
With, her on her feet and him standing she found herself looking at his rising and falling chest, fully aware of the differences in their stature. She looked down his body to see his erection straining against the material of his sweat pants. The tip of her tongue made a slow, unconscious circuit of her lips before she let her hand slide slowly up his length to caress the twitching bulge. He groan above her and his hot breath fanned the top of her head. Her fingers found the waistband of his sweats and she dug them in to get hold of it and his boxers. She stretched them forward and before she could reach them with her other hand his shucked the garments off his hips band she released them to let them fall.
His unrestrained cock leapt forward to press hotly against her flat belly with a soft slap of skin on skin. Their eyes slid down to where his manhood rested against her skin and then back up to each other’s faces. His hands slid onto her hips and then around onto her buttocks and she pushed off the floor with her feet to help him lift her. His shaft slid along her skin and then she wrapped her legs around his waist and grasped his shoulders to steady herself as he guided her over him. Her breath hitched and her channel clenched in response to the jolt of sensation that shot into her and shivered up her spine when the pointed tip of his dick brushed across her clit and through her swollen folds.
Her breath shuddered out and carried a moan with it as he found her entrance and relaxed his grip to let her weight impale her on his hot, throbbing steel of his manhood. Her eyes fluttered closed as he stretched and filled her and her sex perversely clenched and twisted as if to resist his invasion, yet flooded with lubrication to invite it at the same time. It only increased the friction and intensified the sensation of his journey to her core. She flung out her arm and gripped the edge of a shelf to give herself something real in the swirl of fantastically surreal pleasurable sensations that bloomed in her loins and cascaded out across her body and senses.
She wrapped herself around him, sighing and wriggling slowly as she adjusted to his hot, hard, throbbing maleness. He let out a breathy, gravelly groan that heated the side of her neck before his lips did. They started to rock their hips in counter sync to shift him inside her and circle them to stir her molten core and grind themselves together at their electric connection. "That feels so good." She panted as they moved together and he rumbled his agreement against the pulse point at the side of her throat. It felt the same, but somehow different from how it had on Eden. It felt more real and she felt more involved, more conscious of the moment, but it was in no way less pleasurable. There was also the emotional component, feeling a friendship blossoming into something more tempered and augmented the animal lust that had been released by the events on Eden.
Jennifer flexed her legs and used her grip on the shelf to increase her range of movement and he matched her while also thrusting harder with a growl of passion. His hands rhythmically squeezed her ass and thigh while the smooth, cool metal of the shelf edge slid up and down across her shoulder blades. Her hand dug into his braided hair to find his scalpel and massage it as she arched her back to rise her breasts while at the same time pulling his face down to them. He didn't need too much urging to let his tongue explore the valley of her cleavage and then the curves of her breasts. The stiff hairs of his beard left tickling trails on her skin; chasing the warm, wet pressure of his tongue and lips. She shuddered with a soft cry when his mouth captured her taut nipple and sucked sharply and a flash of lightning crawled down her spine and grounded in her loins to connect the two points of pleasure.
Delicious waves and blasts of lightning and fire carried pleasure through her nerves and made her strain harder and move faster. She tried to bite back the volume of her whines, moans and cries, some small part of her aware that the supply closet was by no means soundproof, but she met with mixed success as her need for air and the intensity of the sensations fueling her cries had far more force than her sense of propriety. He matched her with growls, grunts and hisses that mixed with lavish praises, endearments and lusty pleas and promises that affected her as pleasurably as his hands and thrusting manhood.
The wet sound of moist skin hitting moist skin reverberated around the small room and her body shook in response to the impact of her pelvis hitting his and then quivered on the force of the pleasure that radiated into her and fed the intensity and tension of her rapidly growing climax. He closed what little separation there was between them and pounded into her, hard and fast. The shelving rattled behind her and things started to fall to the floor, thankfully with dull thuds and no smashing crashes, as she held on tighter to brace herself and absorb his delicious assault. Pleasure raked across her nerves as her heart hammered against her chest that labored to capture and hold air so that she was panting ever. She could see both passion and strain on his face as his hard muscled body met hers again and again.
One moment her climax was building, the next it exploded. She was completely unable to stop or even muffle the joyous scream of release that rocket from her on the powerful surge of sexual energy that detonated at her core and radiated through her to tense her muscles. Her sex constricted around his pulsing, thrusting manhood, her core twisted and wrung out another hot, heavy gush of cream. He grunted and she cried out again as he drove up into her. She shuddered and clutched at his shoulder as he threw his head back and roared his release and joined the liquid heat of his orgasm to hers. Bliss sizzled and blazed across her nervous system playing merry havoc with her body, making her shake and shiver as her muscles randomly tensed and relaxed.
She was lightheaded with the inability to catch her breath and floating on waves of bliss as she rode out her climax. His hips humped as he spurted into her and circled them to grind against her and keep her climax going. His hips eventually still as he emptied and he lowered his forehead to rest it on the sweaty upper curve of her heaving breasts while he wrapped hi thick, strong arms around the small of her back and held her tight to him. His ragged breath heated and tickled the skin of her cleavage while one arm dangled loosely down his broad back and the other caressed the back of his neck as she rested her cheek on the top of his head and her body went limp and her eyes closed.
Her strength and conscious return by slow degrees. With, the racket they had made, she was half-afraid someone would come bursting in to find out what caused it, but even that fear couldn't get her to raise her head or give up any of the intimate contact she shared with him as they remained glued together. She groaned softly as he started to shrink and her sex clenched to hold him in place, but he continued to retreat. His tongue tasted her skin, tracing the valley between her breasts for a moment before she felt the press of his lips and sighed. She took a deep breath and let it out slow before she unhooked her ankles and let her legs slide off his hips.
Jennifer clung to his neck with a little moan over his soft hiss as he took a small step back, pulled free of her and he lowered her feet gently back to the floor. She let go of his neck, but had to grab his arm as her legs wobbled with a squeak of nervous laughter bubbled out of her lips as she dropped her eyes to her feet, suddenly and strangely embarrassed as she steadied herself. Two of his fingers slid under her chin and gently tilted her face upward and her head back. His back curved and his head lowered and he gave her a slow, deep kiss. Her grip tightened on his arm and she wasn't sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away as despite the satiation and orgasm she had just experienced, his kiss reawakened the itch and flame inside her once more.
She broke their kiss and stepped back until she was pressed up against the shelving. He frowned down at her. "Ronon, you need to go." she informed him, but flashed him a bright smile as she saw him start to open his mouth to argue. "Could you... Put that away. Please?" she requested, unconsciously licking her lips as she fought to keep her thoughts from turning lascivious as she indicated his still thick, but limp cock. His frown deepened, but he gathered his boxers and sweats and pulled them up and back into place. "Dinner, later, I promised, but you need to go now or... Or, we might never get out of this supply closet." she explained as collected and stepped into her panties and pulled them up.
"I should at least stay and help you clean up." He suggested and she looked around, finally noticing the linens, boxes and packages that had fallen from the shelves and lay strewn across the floor. She was glad to notice that glassware and other breakable items were on the shelves she hadn't been up against. "We've made quite a little mess here." She agreed as she put quickly collected her pants and shirt and put them on, leaving her bra off in order to cover up as quickly as possible. The way his eyes continued to roam over her nudity heated her skin and made it harder to do what she needed instead of what she wanted. Her fingers itched to touch the hard plains, ridges and valleys of his chest and abdomen, to have him touch her and hold her and kiss her and oh so much more, but this wasn't the place and not the time.
He stepped forward and she extended her hand, splaying her fingers over his hard chest. A small sound crawled up her throat as his heat radiated into her hand and she picked up the strong, steady beat of his heart as well as a whiff of his musky, masculine scent. She flexed her fingers slowly to caress his skin as she swallowed to wet her throat. "Ronon... I need you to go. If you stay, this isn't going to get cleaned up. We'll meet in the mess and have dinner with people around so we can talk and then we'll see where things go from there. Please?" she proposed as she fought the urge to let her hand slide up to the back of his neck and pull his lips down to hers. "Please?" She pleaded simply and after another's long moment of him intently searching her eyes, he slowly stepped back.
He retrieved his top and put it on. "I will see you tonight, Jennifer." He almost threatened with the intensity of his promise, but softened the effect somewhat as he lightly grasped her cheeks between his hands, tilted her head and pressed the lightest of kisses to her lips and then another to her forehead. The slight, warm pressure lingered on her lips and skin as she watched him in silence while he checked the infirmary through the small window in the door and then slipped out of it. Jennifer kept starring at the closed door, smiling. She could still feel the echo of him inside her along with the warm, wet, slipperiness their union had left behind. She continued to stare and smile until she realized she was still starring and smiling at a door and with a sigh, she blinked, shook herself and turned her attention to cleaning up the mess they had made of the supply closet.
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