Jan 10, 2025
Brazilverse morning after fic
Because what we all needed was some Margo/Sergei awkward realness, followed by smut and fluff.
Seeing no other choice, Margo squares her shoulders and turns the knob quickly. Sergei’s position, perched on the edge of the bed in his own robe, startles her slightly when she steps into the room. She’d hoped he’d still be asleep. His eyes meet hers and his lips curve up at the edges, though there is a slight caution behind it. “I had wondered where you went,” he eventually says, quietly.
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