[Kate lets out a soft, pleased sound, more than willing to follow his lead. She trails a hand down his back, light and experimental, the pattern of scars almost lace-like under her fingers. He deepens the kiss and she tries to slow them down just a little, her movements languid, because the last thing she wants is to pull away but her head is still just a bit fuzzy and she's sore all over. It doesn't matter, though, because this is... nice. Nice in a way she hasn't experienced since the rioting started, and nice in a way she desperately needs right now.]
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