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"I wasn't a monster or anything, but there was definite room for improvement," Steve replies with a chuckle, letting out a breath as she settles against him, chest to thigh. She seems to have come from a time so long ago, like from some past time he can barely fathom. There's no telling what she's been through.

He's distracted from that line of thought by her lips near his ear, and he lets out a low groan as he dips his head to press a kiss to the juncture of her neck and shoulder as his hands slide down to the swell of her ass.

"You definitely are." He pulls her in against his hips just enough for her feel what she's doing to him. He's half-hard in his jeans and it's been so long since he's gotten laid that he can't really think of anything except the gorgeous girl in his arms. "Maybe she was right," he breathes out, kissing the bolt of Ygritte's jaw before nipping lightly at her earlobe, "and we should get a room."

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[firekisst]

Strange and incomprehensible as this city is most of the time, it certainly has things to recommend it-- this being one, her blood heating in her veins at each touch. She's made no promises here, has had none made to her, and she's a free woman.

"Isn't that a much better surprise than a stupid plant," she breathes, shifting against him, sighing as he kisses her skin, at the use of his teeth. "Though I can't stay very angry at the plant right now." She turns his face to so that she can kiss him harder, scraping her teeth across his lower lip.

"Get a room," she echoes, taking her own turn now, nosing under his jaw and tasting the skin there. "If it means getting a bed, aye."