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By the Lantern Light

Day 2, “I thought you knew where you were going?!” Murdoch Mysteries, Joseph Greyson/Llewellyn Watts Word Count: 1,079

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Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Cold Weather Investigations, Banter

Summary: Watts and Greyson find themselves working together on a case related to the campus. At night in an old building, to be precise.

Created for: @12daysofchristmas / @multiversebingo, Good Things Can Happen — Working as a Team / @fandombingo, The Little Prince — Getting Lost in the Night + Wonderland — “I have no choice.” + NeverWhere — “I don’t want it.” / “You don’t have any choice.” + Reverse: 1999 — A Closed Door / @halloweenhorrorbingo 2024 card — Sneaking into a Facility / @multifandom-flash, July Events | Global Forgiveness Day — The unapologetic

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Excerpt:

Greyson pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, throwing a prudent glance at the detective beside him. “You know, I thought this sort of thing was against your principles. Sneaking into buildings at night without a warrant, mean.”

Watts gave him a sidelong glance, his expression impassive but his eyes betraying a flicker of amusement. “My principles, Mr. Greyson, are flexible when the pursuit of justice necessitates it.” He decided to skip mentioning the time Joseph caught Crabtree and him trying to break into one of the campus’ bedrooms during a previous case. “Besides, you’re the one with the keys.”

“Ah, yes,” Greyson muttered, his hand wrapping around the ring of keys from his coat pocket. “The perks of being a glorified watchman.”

[nekoannie-chan]

Home

Title: Home.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 464 words.

Square: 6, 7 & 9 “Massages, Showering together & Taking a nap together”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Nothing like home.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Plural Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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The rain fell softly against the windows of the apartment. The air smelled clean, musty, and soapy...like home.

Brock had returned from a mission the night before. Exhausted. Wounded in the leg, nothing serious according to him, but you knew when he pretended to be fine. That morning, he had allowed himself to receive care without much protest, and for the first time in days, he appeared to be willing to relax. to relax. Not as a soldier. Not as an agent. Just as Brock. Your Brock.

Brock was already in the shower when you walked into the bathroom with a change of clothes in your arms. The steam was starting to fog up the mirrors. Brock was standing in front of the sink, his pajama pants down around his hips, and his gray T-shirt wrinkled. He was removing the bandage from his leg with slow movements.

“Were you going to take a shower without me?” you asked quietly. Her gaze lifted to you through the reflection in the mirror, and a smile appeared on her lips.

“You know I can't refuse you anything when you tell me so,” he replied, turned slowly, and held out his hand. “C’mere.”

You joined him under the water; his hands slid down your back gently. You did the same, sliding towards him, caressing his broad shoulders, the scar across his collarbone, the slight trembling of his muscles as he struggled to hold himself steady.

You rinsed the soap from his hair carefully, massaged his scalp, and he closed his eyes as he rested his forehead on yours.

“I could stay here with you all afternoon,” he murmured, almost in a whisper.

“Then stay,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him.

After drying off, Brock let himself be guided to the bed. The sheets were still warm from the sun that had broken through earlier in the day. You took the bottle of oil you kept for his sore muscles and sat down next to him.

 You positioned yourself behind him and began massaging his back, each pressure with your fingers seeking to ease the knots of tension that had built up over weeks. Brock exhaled slowly, eyes closed, one hand on your leg.

“Your hands should be classified as a weapon,” he murmured, and you laughed softly, leaning in to kiss his neck. He shivered slightly at the contact.

When you finished, he turned to face you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you gently to his chest.

“Come here. It's my turn to take care of you,” he said, wrapping his body around you as you both settled on the bed.

 Brock buried his face in your neck and hugged you tightly. You caressed his back slowly until you both fell asleep for a nap.

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I Have a Heartache that Won’t Go Away

Fic created for @augustwritingchallenge, day 1 | Canon Divergence

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Sylvie Brett/Joe Cruz/Brian "Otis" Zvonecek

Tags: Canon Divergence season 8, Best Friends, Idiots in Love, Polyamory

Summary: With Sylvie in Fowlerton, Brian doesn’t know how to move forward with an empty room in their home. He talks to Joe about it, and they figure out their next move.

Wordcount: 1k

Also created for: @eclipsingbingo | Roommates / @fandombingo, Martian edition | They’re gone. + The Little Prince | “I was too young to know how to love her.” + Wonderland | “Tell me the truth.” / @fandom-free-bingo, Pride edition | Best Friends Getting Married + Plural edition | Mourning a Lover / @multifandom-flash, April events: National Ex-Spouse Day | Forever Fling + March events: Compliment | Outhumbling Each Other / @julybreakbingo, July Break 2024 | Having feelings for their best friend but being happy that they’ve started dating someone else

Excerpt:

“Capp’s not going to be our roommate,” Brian shook his head before Joe could finish the sentence. He grabbed his walker and started his way back to the living room, hoping Joe would follow him and the conversation.

“Then we have to keep looking for someone.” Joe arrived first and accommodated a few cushions on the couch for Brian to sit down.

He’d been off of work since the fire in the mattress warehouse and started physical therapy only six months before, so while he learned to walk again after the fall he had in that basement, he had a lot of time to think. “Or …”

“Or what?” Joe raised one eyebrow, and moved to put Brian’s walker beside the couch.

“You saw Sylvie on the phone the other day. She seemed … off, don’t you think?”

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[nekoannie-chan]

I’ll take care of you

Title: I’ll take care of you.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 672 words. 

Square: 1, 3 y alt 2 “In vino veritas, whumper turned into caretaker, too quiet to sleep”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Sometimes Steve can be mean.

Major Tags: Flff, angst.

Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Plural Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

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Night was falling on the shelter that S.H.I.E.L.D. had improvised in the mountains. After a disastrous mission, too many losses, and too much pent-up tension, you found solace in a corner of the old library; it was the smell of damp wood, old leather, and the cheap wine you found in a dusty box in the basement. It came from the 1950s. Years later, Steve froze. Almost a jock.

You were sitting on the floor, your back leaning against a bookshelf, legs outstretched, and a half-empty bottle in your hand. The world felt heavy. Your thoughts, even more so.

 The door opened noiselessly. You didn't look up. You knew who it was.

Steve Rogers.

You could recognize his presence before he spoke, before he approached. “Since when do you drink alone?“ He asked in that soft voice he didn't use with anyone else. Only with you.

“Since you started to keep everything, you feel as if it were something you had to protect me from seeing,” you said, without filters. The wine had already done its job. Steve sat across from you, crossing his legs slowly. He was no longer wearing his uniform. Just a dark gray sweater, loose-fitting, and pants that were probably training pants. He didn't say anything for a moment. He just watched you.

“I don't want you to think that I don't trust you,” he finally said, lowering his gaze. But sometimes... sometimes I feel that if I show you everything I'm carrying, I'm going to end up breaking you too. I was hard on you on that mission,” he lowered his voice even more. I pushed you. I yelled at you. I made you feel like I didn't trust you. And when you got hurt... “He swallowed, looking you straight in the eye, “I thought I was going to lose you. And it was my fault.

It was the first time I said it out loud.

“You yelled at me in front of everyone. You told me I was useless. That I was a distraction,” you whispered, barely audible. And yet... I went for you when you fell. And I covered you with my body when you started shooting. And do you know why?

 He shook his head, his lips quivering.

 “Because despite all that... I love you. And that doesn't go away if you yell at me.”

The confession slipped from your lips without a filter, without time to hide it. Maybe the wine. Maybe it was tiredness. Maybe you couldn't pretend anymore.

Steve approached you slowly. He took the bottle from you with a delicacy that made you close your eyes. Then he put his forehead against yours.

“And I love you too... That's why it hurts so much. That's why I hated myself when I saw you bleeding and knew that I brought you to that point. I don't deserve to be cared for anymore.”

 “I'm not the one who needs care anymore,” you muttered.

 But he had already tucked his arms under you, lifted you, carried you to the small room you used to rest in, and laid you carefully on the bed. Then he sat down beside you, took your hands, and began to massage your wrists with slow, gentle movements.

 “I became something I swore I would not be.“ His voice was barely a whisper. Someone who hurts what he loves. But if you let me... if you give me the chance, I want to make amends. I’m going to take care of you as you deserve.”

 You nodded slowly, letting your fingers intertwine with his.

 “It's too quiet,” you said suddenly, staring at the ceiling.

 “What is it?”

“Everything. This place, the night, even you. I can't sleep with it so quiet.”

Steve got up and went to an old record player. He put on one of the vinyls he had brought from his apartment.

“And now?”

You turned to him and hugged him. “Now I can sleep.”

And Steve, with his face buried in your neck, whispered. “Me too.”

[nekoannie-chan]

Problem?

Title: Problem?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 574 words. 

Square: 2, 3 & 5 “Holding hands, forbidden love, free space”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You are S.H.I.E.L.D, he is HYDRA. What’s the problem?

Major Tags: Fluff, angst.

Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Plural Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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The mission was clear: infiltrate a secret HYDRA facility, gather the necessary information, and get out undetected. The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. the team knew what your objective was. But for some reason, you found it hard to concentrate.

From the first moment you crossed paths with Brock, you knew it wouldn't be easy to keep your distance. He was a complex man. Would he really be the monster rumored to be at S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or maybe, just maybe, there was something else, something that made you feel unsure and, at the same time, attracted.

You were ordered to infiltrate the HYDRA base to get valuable information about their plans. You knew it could be dangerous, but your training had prepared you for this kind of situation.

It was nighttime when you met him. He was alone, in a corner of the facility, staring at a map spread out on a table. For a moment, your eyes met his. You were surprised to see Brock so relaxed, but at the same time so aware of everything going on around him. He was a man who always remained in control, no matter the moment.

He slowly approached you, but what really puzzled you was what happened inside you every time he approached you. An emptiness formed in your stomach, but it wasn't the kind of emptiness that comes from fear. It was... something else. Something confusing.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, as if he already knew the answer, as if he was already expecting you.

You tried to keep your composure, clinging to your training as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. You couldn't afford to falter, not on such a crucial mission. But as you looked at him, as you watched his eyes roam over every part of you, something inside you gave way. There was something about him that drew you in in an inexplicable way.

“I am here to fulfill my mission. And you? “ You answered, your voice firm but, deep down, trembling.

Brock took a step closer. The space between you narrowed, and, without meaning to, you felt your breathing quicken. He noticed the change in you.

“I know,” he said, almost whispering. Don't worry.

Your eyes locked on his. This wasn't just a mission. There was something else. There was something you couldn't ignore. The brush of his breath against your face left you speechless. That's when, suddenly, his fingers reached for yours. His hand squeezed yours. However, you did not pull away.

“Don't do it,” you whispered, fearful, but it wasn't a 'no' because of the danger; it was a 'no' because of what it might mean if you both gave in to the impulse.

Brock lightly squeezed your fingers, as if he were asking for your permission to go ahead. His eyes never left yours, and in that moment, you knew he felt the same way, too.

“I know this is... dangerous,” he confessed softly, ”but I can't help it. But I can't help it. You can't help it either, can you?”

“This isn't right,” you whispered, struggling with the words you knew would be your doom.

“No,” you replied. It's not. But it doesn't matter anymore.

And, without a word, he moved closer. It wasn't a kiss. Not yet. His fingers intertwined with yours, almost desperately, as if that was all you had left.

“I'm going to be here, no matter what.” Brock looked at you. “And you know it.”

[nekoannie-chan]

Cuidaré de ti

Título: Cuidaré de ti .

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América.

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora.

Palabras: 631 palabras.

Cuadro: 1, 3 y alt 2 “In vino veritas, whumper turned into caretaker, muy silencioso para dormir”.

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: A veces Steve puede ser un pesado.

Advertencias: Fluff.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Edición Plural.

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La noche caía sobre el refugio que S.H.I.E.L.D. había improvisado en las montañas. Después de una misión desastrosa, tras demasiadas pérdidas, y muchísima tensión contenida, tú habías encontrado un rincón en la vieja biblioteca del lugar. Había olor a madera húmeda, a cuero viejo y al vino barato que encontraste en una caja polvorienta del sótano. Vino de los años 50. Años después de que Steve se congelara. Casi una burla.

Estabas sentada en el suelo, con la espalda apoyada contra una estantería, las piernas extendidas, y una botella medio vacía en la mano. El mundo se sentía pesado. Tus pensamientos, aún más.

 La puerta se abrió sin hacer ruido. No levantaste la vista. Sabías quién era.

Steve Rogers.

Podías reconocer su presencia antes de que hablara, antes de que se acercara. —¿Desde cuándo bebes sola? —preguntó con esa voz suave, que no usaba con nadie más. Solo contigo.

—Desde que tú empezaste a guardar todo lo que sientes como si fuera algo que tienes que protegerme de ver —dijiste, sin filtros. El vino ya había hecho su trabajo. Steve se sentó frente a ti, cruzando las piernas con lentitud. Ya no llevaba su uniforme. Solo un suéter gris oscuro, suelto, y unos pantalones que seguramente eran de entrenamiento. No dijo nada por un momento. Solo te observó.

—No quiero que pienses que no confío en ti —dijo finalmente, bajando la mirada—. Pero a veces... a veces siento que si te muestro todo lo que cargo, voy a terminar rompiéndote también. Fui duro contigo en esa misión —él bajó la voz aún más—. Te empujé. Te grité. Te hice sentir que no confiaba. Y cuando te hirieron... —tragó saliva, mirándote directo a los ojos—, pensé que te iba a perder. Y fue mi culpa.

Era la primera vez que lo decía en voz alta.

—Me gritaste frente a todos. Me dijiste que no servía. Que era una distracción —susurraste, apenas audible—. Y aun así... fui por ti cuando caíste. Y te cubrí con mi cuerpo cuando empezaron a disparar. ¿Y sabes por qué?

 Él negó con la cabeza, sus labios temblando.

 —Porque a pesar de todo eso... te amo. Y eso no se me va con gritos.

La confesión se escurrió de tus labios sin filtro, sin tiempo de esconderla. Tal vez el vino. Tal vez el cansancio. Tal vez ya no podías fingir más.

Steve se acercó despacio. Te quitó la botella con una delicadeza que te hizo cerrar los ojos. Luego puso su frente contra la tuya.

—Y yo a ti... —susurró—. Por eso duele tanto. Por eso me odié cuando te vi sangrando y supe que yo te llevé hasta ese punto. No merezco que me sigas cuidando.

 —Ya no soy quien necesita cuidados —murmuraste.

 Pero él ya había metido sus brazos debajo de ti, levantándote te llevó hasta la pequeña habitación que usaban para descansar, y te depositó con cuidado en la cama. Luego se sentó a tu lado, tomó tus manos, y comenzó a masajearte las muñecas, con movimientos lentos y suaves.

 —Me convertí en algo que juré no ser. —Su voz era apenas un hilo—. En alguien que hiere lo que ama. Pero si me lo permites... sí me das la oportunidad, quiero enmendarlo. Cuidarte como mereces.

 Tú asentiste despacio, dejando que tus dedos se entrelazaran con los suyos.

 —Está demasiado silencioso —dijiste de pronto, mirando el techo.

 —¿Qué cosa?

—Todo. Esta base, la noche, incluso tú. No puedo dormir con tanto silencio.

Steve se levantó y fue hacia un viejo tocadiscos. Puso uno de esos vinilos que había traído de su departamento.

—¿Y ahora?

Te giraste hacia él y lo abrazaste—Ahora sí puedo dormir.

Y Steve, con el rostro enterrado en tu cuello, y susurró. —Yo también.

[nekoannie-chan]

¿Problema?

Título: ¿Problema?

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América.

Pareja: Brock Rumlow X Lectora.

Palabras: 559 palabras.

Cuadro: 2, 3 & 5 “Tomarse las manos, amor prohibido, espacio libre."

Sinopsis: Tú eres S.H.I.E.L.D., él es HYDRA. ¿Cuál es el problema?

Advertencias: Fluff, angst.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Edición Plural.

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La misión era clara: infiltrarse en una instalación secreta de HYDRA, recoger la información necesaria, y salir sin ser detectados. Todo el equipo de S.H.I.E.L.D. sabía cuál era su objetivo. Pero, por alguna razón, te costaba concentrarte. 

Desde el primer momento en que te cruzaste con Brock, sabías que no sería fácil mantener las distancias. Era un hombre complejo. ¿Sería realmente el monstruo que se rumoreaba en S.H.I.E.L.D.? O tal vez, solo tal vez, había algo más, algo que te hacía sentir insegura y, al mismo tiempo, atraída. 

Recibiste la orden de infiltrarte en la base de HYDRA para conseguir información valiosa sobre los planes que tenían en marcha. Sabías que podría ser peligroso, pero tu entrenamiento te había preparado para este tipo de situaciones. 

Era de noche cuando te encontraste con él. Estaba solo, en un rincón de la instalación, observando un mapa desplegado sobre una mesa. Por un momento, tus ojos se encontraron con los suyos. Te sorprendió ver a Brock tan relajado, pero al mismo tiempo tan consciente de todo lo que ocurría a su alrededor. Era un hombre que siempre mantenía el control, sin importar el momento.

Se acercó lentamente a ti, pero lo que realmente te desconcertaba era lo que sucedía dentro de ti cada vez que te acercaba. Un vacío se formaba en tu estómago, pero no era el tipo de vacío que viene del miedo. Era… algo más. Algo confuso.

—¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? —preguntó, como si ya supiera la respuesta, como si ya te esperara.

Intentaste mantener la compostura, aferrándote a tu entrenamiento de agente de S.H.I.E.L.D. No podías permitirte flaquear, no en una misión tan crucial. Pero al mirarlo, al ver cómo sus ojos recorrían cada parte de ti, algo dentro de ti cedió. Había algo en él que te atraía de una manera inexplicable.

—Estoy aquí para cumplir mi misión. ¿Y tú? —respondí, con voz firme pero, en el fondo, temblorosa. 

Brock se acercó un paso más. El espacio entre ustedes se redujo, y, sin quererlo, sentiste que tu respiración se aceleraba. Él notó el cambio en ti. 

—Lo sé —dijo, casi susurrando—. No te preocupes. 

Tus ojos se clavaron en los suyos. Aquello no era solo una misión. Había algo más. Había algo que no podías ignorar. El roce de su aliento contra tu rostro te dejó sin palabras. Fue entonces cuando, de repente, sus dedos alcanzaron los tuyos. Su mano apretó la tuya. Sin embargo, no te apartaste. 

—No lo hagas —susurraste, temerosa, pero no era un "no" por el peligro; era un "no" por lo que podría significar si ambos cedían al impulso.

Brock apretó ligeramente tus dedos, como si te estuviera pidiendo permiso para seguir adelante. Sus ojos nunca se apartaron de los tuyos, y en ese momento, supiste que él también sentía lo mismo. 

—Sé que esto es... peligroso —confesó en voz baja—. Pero no puedo evitarlo. ¿Tú tampoco, verdad?

—Esto no está bien —susurraste, luchando con las palabras que, sabías, serían tu condena. 

—No —respondió él—. No lo está. Pero ya no importa. 

Y, sin mediar palabra, se acercó más. No fue un beso. No aún. Sus dedos se entrelazaron con los tuyos, casi con desesperación, como si eso fuera lo único que les quedaba. 

—Voy a estar aquí, sin importar qué pase. —Brock te miró—. Y lo sabes.

k te miró—. Y lo sabes.

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Hogar 

Título: Hogar.

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América.

Pareja: Brock Rumlow X Lectora.

Palabras: 444 palabras.

Cuadro: 6, 7 y 9 “Masajes, bañarse juntos y tomar una siesta juntos”.

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: Nada como el hogar.

Advertencias: Fluff.

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La lluvia caía con suavidad contra los ventanales del apartamento. El aire olía a limpio, a humedad y a jabón… a hogar.

Brock había regresado de una misión la noche anterior. Exhausto. Herido en una pierna, nada grave según él, pero tú sabías cuándo fingía estar bien. Esa mañana se había dejado cuidar sin protestar demasiado, y por primera vez en días, parecía dispuesto a relajarse. No como soldado. No como agente. Solo como Brock. Tu Brock. 

Brock ya estaba en la ducha cuando entraste al baño con una muda de ropa en los brazos. El vapor empezaba a empañar los espejos, Brock se encontraba frente al lavamanos, con los pantalones del pijama bajos por la cadera y la camiseta gris arrugada. Estaba quitándose el vendaje de la pierna con movimientos lentos.

—¿Ibas a ducharte sin mí? —preguntaste en voz baja. Su mirada se alzó hacia ti por el reflejo del espejo, y una sonrisa apareció en sus labios.

—Sabes que no puedo negarte nada cuando me lo dices así —respondió, se giró despacio y te extendió la mano—. Ven.

Te uniste a él bajo el agua, sus manos resbalaron por tu espalda con suavidad, hiciste lo mismo, deslizándote hacia él, acariciando sus hombros anchos, la cicatriz que cruzaba su clavícula, el leve temblor de sus músculos por el esfuerzo de mantenerse firme.

Enjuagaste el jabón de su cabello con cuidado, masajeaste su cuero cabelludo, y él cerró los ojos mientras apoyaba la frente en la tuya. 

—Podría quedarme aquí contigo toda la tarde —murmuró, casi en un suspiro. 

—Entonces quédate —le contestaste, envolviéndolo con tus brazos.

Después de secarse, Brock se dejó guiar hasta la cama. Las sábanas aún estaban tibias por el sol que se había colado más temprano. Tú tomaste el frasco de aceite que guardabas para sus dolores musculares y te sentaste a su lado.

 Te colocaste tras de él y comenzaste a masajearle la espalda, cada presión con tus dedos buscaba aliviar los nudos de tensión que se habían acumulado durante semanas. Brock exhalaba lentamente, con los ojos cerrados y una mano sobre tu pierna.

—Tus manos deberían estar clasificadas como un arma —murmuró y tú reíste bajito, inclinándote para besarle el cuello. Él tembló levemente ante el contacto. 

Cuando terminaste, él se giró para quedar frente a ti, tomándote por la cintura y jalándote con suavidad hacia su pecho.

—Ven aquí. Ya me toca cuidarte a ti —dijo, envolviéndote con su cuerpo mientras ambos se acomodaban en la cama.

 Brock enterró el rostro en tu cuello y te abrazó fuerte, le acariciaste la espalda en movimientos lentos, hasta que ambos fueron cayendo dormidos para tomar la siesta.

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