No.... There aren't.
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Okay babe….
Fuck.
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I know
No. You'll never need to. That's a promise.
Fuck.
Hey, I’m just messing with you, baby.
No one is going to lay a hand on me because you’re around. I could throw a punch well. Maybe I could defend you too.
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Are you sure? I'm just going to lay around, maybe sleep. I won't be much for company.
Fuck.
Fine. Maybe not all the ice…but some of the ice. Do you need anything else? Just tell me. I’m at your service today.
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I mean I'm sure we don't need all the ice...
Fuck.
Key Words: bad bruise.
I’m bringing all the ice from the freezer.
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Yeah, yeah
I'm sure I'd feel the same, but no one is ever going to lay a finger on you so I'm not worried
Fuck.
You’re my hard headed French Lit major.
I know I shouldn’t worry since you said you’re okay and I always believe you…but you got hurt. You’re hurt, and the bruise is there to prove it. And I just-I just don’t like seeing you hurt.
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Olivier moved his hands to her thighs, holding her light frame easily. She squirmed closer until there wasn’t even an inch between their bodies. Bahorel’s mind was racing, full of Cosette. He set her down on the countertop briefly so he could cup her face as he kissed her, one hand on the cabinet beside her face before he scooped her back up again and carried her to his old room. The atmosphere in the room was fire, low and intense replacing the passionate flash from before. Olivier waited for her legs to unfurl and placed her on the ground, leaving his arms locked around her waist.
Love Lock || Bahorel and Cosette
Cosette wrapped her legs around his waist as she continued on kissing him; her fingers fiddling with the hair on the base of his neck. Her heart soared when she heard those three words from him. “I love you more.” she whispered breathlessly. Cosette’s body shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on her ear. She wiggled closer to him, wanting to feel each and every part of him as much possible. Kissing wasn’t a new thing to them but in this time, it seems as if everything was different. She couldn’t get enough of his taste that is uniquely Olivier’s. She couldn’t get enough of his touches that makes the butterflies on her stomach flutter endlessly. She could not get enough of him. Her fingers tighten their hold on his hair as she chewed on her lip, wanting to feel his lips against hers again.
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You know it.
See Cosette. 'Ferre says it's okay.
Fuck.
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I see how it is...
Shh, I am okay really. Don't worry
Fuck.
What? It’s completely true. I’m sure the rest of this house would back me up. I still love you though. Even if you are hard headed.
Okay, if you say you’re fine then you’re fine. Even if you don’t look so fine to me.
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Hey...
Okay. I still say I'm fine though
Fuck.
And so do you. Figuratively and literally.
Oh right…I told you to stay put. You can go to the room, I’ll tell ‘Ferre to go straight to the bedroom.
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He had a hard head.
I'm standing in the upstairs hallway waiting for him.
Fuck.
Good then, it would be so much better though if you weren’t bruised.
What did ‘Ferre say? Is it only just a bruise? No broken bones?
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Well the other idiots carried the fucker out so I guess you could say they got it worse.
Fuck.
Fine. If you really don’t want to talk about it. But at least tell me, that they got the worse end of the fight? Cause if not I’ll make sure that I will find them and give them what they rightfully deserve.
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Blood on their faces.
Fuck.
Is that so? What’d they look like?
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I know I can
but really... it is not worth repeating.
Fuck.
You know you can talk to me about anything right?
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Hell no. Just the hand. You should see the other guy ;)
Fuck.
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Right? I don't even know who the fuck they are but apparently they have a connection with one of us and they don't... like... them anymore.
Fuck.
Wait…. they said something about the girls? Who’s arse do I have to kick?
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Sure.
Okay. I'm standing in the middle of the hallway upstairs. Cosette said no moving.
Fuck.
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