[Beside him, Jester sort of melts into his arms, reassured by how relaxed he is, how nice and natural it all feels. A month of missing him is immediately gone from her mind. Her fingers stroke at his beard, just at the edge of his jawline, and as his lips part she follows suit without hesitation, her tongue darting out to catch his lip and then run gently across one of his tusks.
And for perhaps the first time, she kisses him and thinks only about Fjord. Oskar is a thousand miles away, in the pages of a book where he belongs.]
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And for perhaps the first time, she kisses him and thinks only about Fjord. Oskar is a thousand miles away, in the pages of a book where he belongs.]