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Salazar rolled his eyes slightly, and allowed himself to stoop down to kiss her back. Yes, it was his exceptionally bad attempt to talk dirty, perhaps even in poor taste considering that it had already been a year or so since he had unfrozen and found her again and still they could not locate their son, Shaun.
But he was under the influence of vodka, celebrating after completing an extremely dangerous contract, the extermination of an entire nest of Deathclaws for the betterment of one settlement.
Pulling her body close, he did not hesitate to move his hungry lips down her chin and onto her neck, breathing heavily whenever he could.
“This time, Violet, It won’t be an accident. We’re actually planning to do this right, you hear?”
Violet tilts her head as Salazar’s lips move down her face and neck, hands moving from his collar to his waist. His lips tasted of vodka, but hers likely had the same aftertaste, even after the Cola.
Shaun had been an accident. She knew this was a fact but it still hurt to acknowledge it. Still, she wanted this–to have a family, even with everything that went wrong before.
“Loud and clear, dearest.” Violet agrees, kissing his cheek lovingly, “Not another honeymoon incident.”
She grabs his hand and leads him to the bedroom for added privacy before kissing him again, pulling him close.