[ isn't that just the fucking truth. god, she doesn't have time for this, does she? she has to save the world. that's what she's here for. not this, not the sentimental bullshit, and really, she should just tell him to fuck off, it's over already.
but instead, she's shrugging off her leather jacket, turning, and pushing him down on the couch by the shoulders before crawling over him, leaning down to kiss him, still tasting like cigarette smoke. ]
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but instead, she's shrugging off her leather jacket, turning, and pushing him down on the couch by the shoulders before crawling over him, leaning down to kiss him, still tasting like cigarette smoke. ]