Small tidbit under the cut from one of the PMWV fics I'm working
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WV pressed his forehead against the wall, closing his eyes. "Fuck," he whispered, embarrassed beyond measure at what had happened.
If it had been three years ago, or even if it had been any other day, PM might have scolded the dersite for picking up such foul language from his new friends, but after all that had happened that day, the prospitian felt she should let it slide.
Or maybe not.
Walking into the room, she made her way towards WV and gently snaked his arms around his waist. Before he could even react or say anything, she whispered:
"Oh, I'd love to do that later, WV."
She wasn't sure if he was more mortified at what she had said or at the blushing, sputtering mess he had become.
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sorry not sorry