#Yeah this is SHORT but i got inspired listening to after dark by mr kitty lmao
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Needy - Short KOSS (TFP!Knock Out/TFP!Starscream) Fic
Merry Christmas, everyone!! Valveplug under cut
Knock Out loved it when Starscream finally left off the haughty, too-good act. He liked seeing the more humble side of the Seeker's personality, the intelligence and wisdom that was so often belied by rage and insecurity. Seeing those distant fragments often left the racer medic wondering who Starscream was before the war. Who might he have been if he'd been allowed to pursue his passion of being a scientist instead of being bullied into being an air force commander?
What truths laid beneath the shiny silver exterior of his pretty thing with wings?
"K-Knock Ou-- Mhm--"
Star's talons hooked into the medic's back, finding his vents and clinging to him as their mouths met once more. Knock Out was privy to many of Star's little secrets, one of them being just how much the Seeker loved kissing. Loved getting the breath stolen right out of his cycling vents, lavished in attention and affection until he couldn't think straight and could only mewl and tremble.
Okay, maybe that last bit wasn't so much a secret. Though, not everyone knew the more intimate face of that desire.
The Seeker whines against his lips, one of his servos finding the back of his neck and trying to pull him ever-closer. Knock Out pulls away just enough to shush him and pepper kisses across his jaw. Star whimpers, and Knocks feels the fluttering of his mesh walls and the pulse of his spark where they're joined. He isn't allowed to go anywhere, locked in place with stiletto-heeled struts around his hips.
"Shhhh... shhh... Easy, Sweetspark." Knock Out coos, "I'm not going anywhere."
"No," Starscream murmurs, guiding Knock Out's face into his neck cables, just so he can nuzzle their cheeks together, "Never."
#valveplug#transformers#transformers prime#tfp knockout#tfp starscream#koss#Yeah this is SHORT but i got inspired listening to after dark by mr kitty lmao#merry christmas yall
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-Lordbug, Robin, and Kitty Noir- Chapter Nine: In Which Mari Begins To Suspect
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/Part One//Part Eight/
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Description: Exactly what the title says my dudes
Warning: Cursing! Beware, children under 13 (But it’s not like you’re going to listen to me anyways so)
[As always message me if error spotted! Wasn’t sure if I missed something while proof reading once (1)]
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“Hello, Damian.” Sabine greeted warmly as the boy strolled into the bakery, an exasperated expression on his face. “The girls are already upstairs.”
Damian smiled politely and thanked the lady. “Thank you, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.” He nodded, already making his way upstairs, remembering his way around from the last time he’d been inside.
“Just Sabine will do, dear.” The short Chinese lady chastised, a smile on her lips.
The youngest Wayne only nodded in response before he headed up, hearing the voices of the two girls before he actually saw them.
“Try this one on!” Marinette’s excited tone caused a fond grin to flit over his lips, gone as he realised what he was doing.
“This is utterly gorgeous!” Chloe gushed, and he could already feel his oncoming headache at her narrow range of vocabulary.
Marinette squealed, footsteps sounding as the bluenette pushed her friend into the closet to change. Damian pushed open the trapdoor, looking around, wincing a little as he did so. Everything was just as... Pink as he remembered it. “Hurry up, Chloe! I want to see how it looks on you!”
Resisting the urge to laugh, Damian made himself known in the room by vaguely clearing his throat, catching Marinette’s sensitive ears. “Damian!” She grinned. “I’ve got the perfect thing for you. I drew it based on Robin after he saved our city the last time.” He blushed, feeling awfully honoured that she had created something after him.
“You created something inspired by Robin?” He inquired, his voice cracking with slight emotion.
He could hear her beam even with her back facing him as she shuffled through the shelves of clothes she had hung on the side of her room. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth cutely as she fumbled with the hangers, handling him a red, black, and green jacket, followed by some dark green jeans and a grey t-shirt with yellow lines along the sides.
“Try these on.” She murmured, half to herself as she nodded in approval about the combination. “Chloe’s using the closet, so maybe you could get changed downstairs?” She suggested.
Damian groaned. “After this, I owe you nothing, An- Mari.” He stopped himself before he slipped, but he cursed when he noticed her eyeing him suspiciously, having caught the slip-up he nearly made a moment ago.
“Yeah.” She mumbled, turning back to her table, where numerous sketchbooks lay open for her viewing. She twiddled a pencil between her fingers, biting her lip as she dug about with whatever she had.
He laughed softly to himself, making his way downstairs to get dressed in his alter-ego inspired attire.
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“Chloe?” Marinette asked, needle and thread in hand as she flipped through her notebook furiously. “Would you prefer a running stitch or a slip stitch?”
The blonde sighed, standing in a pastel yellow dress, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I’m honoured that you think so highly of me, Dupain-Cheng, but what on Earth makes you think I know what either of those are?”
Marinette hummed appreciatively, observing the area she had to alter with a critical eye. “The running stitch it is.” She pursed her lips in concentration, threading in the black string she had in hand as Chloe made a confused noise in her throat.
“Don’t question it, Bourgeois.” Damian commented, leaning against one of the columns in Marinette’s room. “You chose to be friends with her.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “As if you know what those jogging stitches are anyway.”
Damian shrugged, entering the search on his phone. “As a matter of fact, i do. And it’s a running stitch by the way, not a jogging stitch. A running stitch is ‘a simple needlework stitch consisting of a line of small even stitches which run back and forth through the cloth without overlapping’.” He recited, a smug smirk on his lips. “Any words, Bourgeois?”
Chloe fumed quietly. “Marinette!” She whined. “You can’t possible let him win. I don’t lose! That’s utterly ridiculous!”
“Damian, say sorry.” Marinette hummed, not even looking up from her work. Damian made a strangled noise in his throat, an offended glint coming into his eyes.
“I didn’t even-!” He protested, his pose agitated as he stopped leaning against the column.
The bluenette hummed, shushing the both of them. “Shh.” She continued stitching the alters on Chloe’s dress as the blonde stuck her tongue out childishly at the green-eyed boy, who only pointed his middle finger back in response. Marinette rolled her eyes at their antics, concentrating on the stitch.
Damian, leaning leisurely against the pillar, fiddled with the clothing he had on, his original set of t-shirt and jeans stacked neatly, folded, in the corner of the room. The jacket fitted just nice- Slightly larger, the way he liked it. The jacket was primarily black, with red, green, and yellow linings striped against the ends and collars. The Robin logo was well-stitched onto the right side, concealing a zip along the circle, which revealed a cozy pocket. The inside of the jacket was a silky material, with plenty of little zips and pockets to store little tidbits. He noted a small embroidment of a robin on the left edge, next to a cursive Marinette DC.
The t-shirt was simple and grey, the material soft and slippery in his fingers. The jeans were well-fit yet they didn't restrain his movements. Overall, he liked the clothes she gave him- He still had the simple shirt and slacks that she had given him that rainy day. They sat in a precious corner of his room, where he could see them every morning.
After she finished fiddling with Chloe’s dress, she had the blonde try on another one- This one a beautiful pastel blue and white. The Mayor’s daughter was ushered into the closet as Marinette turned her attention to the dark-haired boy, who gulped at her critical gaze.
“I’m surprised it fit this well.” Marinette murmured under her breath, not intending to let Damian hear her. “They were tailored for Robin’s size.”
Damian glanced at her in surprise. He didn’t know that she’d taken his size on one of his nightly visits- She was slicker than he thought. Then again, it wasn’t the first time he had underestimated Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
“So...” Marinette gestured at the things he was wearing. “How does it... Feel?”
He paused before he answered. “Soft...? Comfortable.” He added.
Marinette nodded in approval before she stepped back, scribbling some notes on her notebook. “They fit you well, but there still need to be some alterations.” After some thought, she added: “They were made for Robin, so I suppose the size doesn't exactly match up perfectly.” She pursed her lips, as if something confused her. “But overall I have a good idea of your measurements, so...” She flicked through her clothing rack. “Try these on.” She handed him a covered hanger of what he made out to be a dark green suit. “I’ll need to wash all these clothes before the show.” She said to herself, beaming as Chloe stepped out of the closet.
As Damian stepped into the toilet to change again, he snapped out of his daze. He had felt so... Weird that Marinette had made clothes for his alter-ego without him knowing. Perhaps she was keeping them in case it rained and Robin dropped by for dry clothes? Whatever her reason was, he was going to find out that night.
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Marinette hummed, pleased, to herself as she set aside the four sets of clothing (Each) that she had finished altering for both Damian and Chloe. Plagg munched on a camembert macaron (He had insisted, she was disgusted), lounging in the little bean bag that Marinette had sewn for him.
“I must say,” Plagg munched on his macaron. “I’m pretty proud of you, kid.”
The bluenette smiled softly to herself. “I can’t wait. I feel a little nervous, and there’s a little of time constraint, but surprisingly I’m not that busy, and my homework was finished...” Marinette trailed off, it suddenly clicking to her why her schedule freed up.
She looked behind her, where her classmates’ schedule used to be- Now it was replaced by a board filled with design ideas, with sticky notes of appointments and places she needed to be, things and events she wanted to attend.
The moment her life started becoming about her, it was as if everything brightened.
“That’s why.” She murmured, Plagg stopping as he looked up, confused. Then he saw what she was looking at. “I’m living for myself now.” She said, smiling brightly.
“About time, kid!” Plagg grinned. “That’s the spirit! Now, can I get more of this delicious macarons?” (Way to ruin the moment, Plagg)
Marinette rolled her eyes, giggling. “I could go and bake another batch. You finished the last batch already, Plagg. What am I supposed to do with you?” She placed her hands on her hips, an exasperated sigh escaping her mouth as she dramatised her actions. “What shall I do with you?”
“Angel?” A soft knock on her skylight-trapdoor thing informed her of Robin’s presence. “Who are you talking to?”
Marinette swiftly grabbed a pastel pink sweater on her way climbing up to the trapdoor, Plagg quickly hiding in the hood, camembert macaron still in hand as he hid along the fur in the hood of the article.
“Robin?” Marinette looked out, seeing the bird-named vigilante squatting next to the skylight. “You’re early.” She stated, remembering the time on the clock, which she had looked at moments before he knocked. He hadn't been due for at least another twenty minutes.
Robin shrugged. “Bumblebee took over patrol.” He scrunched up his nose. “You smell like camembert.”
The bluenette hesitated in answer. “Yeah.” She answered truthfully. “I was baking camembert macarons.”
Robin looked at her weirdly. “Camembert macarons are a thing?”
“Apparently, some people like it.” Marinette shrugged, chuckling as the chaos god in her hoodie scoffed, offended.
Silence fell on the balcony as stars took their place in the skies, clouds clearing up to show the beautiful view.
“Can I ask you a question, Robin?” Marinette asked softly, the breeze brushing against her dark blue locks. “You don’t have to answer, but... If you do, I want you to be honest with me.”
Robin raised his eyebrows, but gestured for her to go on.
“I... I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but...” Marinette hesitated. The question was just on the tip of her tongue: Do I know you as a civilian? “Do you want hot chocolate?” She said at the last second. Are you Damian Fu? “I’ve got some downstairs.” Or Damian Wayne? She had remembered his name from the first day- The one and only slip up he made before he carried on with ‘Damian Fu’. Who are you actually?
Robin squinted at her. “Are you okay, angel? And yes, please. I’d like some hot chocolate.” Without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. By the time he’d digested what he was doing, it’s already been done. Marinette stared at him, stunned as he fumbled for words. “Sorry- I just- Um- I- Sorry.” He sighed. “I don’t know what- What went over me. I shouldn’t have um- Sorry- I-” He groaned. Why did he have to suck with words?”
She smiled softly. “It’s okay, Robin.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips as he froze, staring blankly at her stunning, shy, bashful smile. “I’ll go get that hot chocolate.”
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What had she been thinking? Marinette groaned. Why on Earth did she kiss him back on the lips? Where was she hoping that would go, anyway? He was a vigilante- And while she was one, too, granted, still-!
“Bold moves, kid.” Plagg complimented as they made their way to the kitchen. Marinette shot him a dirty look, groaning as she heated to chocolate on the counter. “I approve.” He supposed Tikki’s kid would do for his precious kitten.
“What was I thinking?” She mumbled incoherent words following her rhetorical question, a palmful of her dark hair in her hands as she groaned.
Robin, hanging from the ledge above using his grappling hook, watched his angel make hot chocolate for the both of them, smiled lightly to himself.
Did he just fall in love?
Oh yes.
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/Part Ten/
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Hello! I’m not sure if this is progressing a little too fast but...? Aye amateur writer here (That doesn't do plot planning in case you were wondering). Any ideas on Chloe’s s/o? OC? Idk... :/ Anyways thanks for being so supportive, I love y’all <3 also Damian being a lovestruck little puppy just agrees with me a lot
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Holding Out For a Hero - Pt.1
pairing: Steve Harrington x OC (Kat Henderson) eventually
warning(s): uhhhh….none other than this being complete garbo
Word count: 2618
Author’s Note: Welp, I didn’t think I was going to ever write anything for my Stranger Things OC, but here I am being garbage all because I listened to Holding Out For a Hero and got some inspiration. Soooooo here’s part one of what was supposed to be a short Drabble and is now turning into a multipart “Drabble” series
tagging: @spider–bae
Summary: Kat Henderson gets sucked into the world of the interdimensional once again because of her little brother. However, this time she’s also got to deal with none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington.
Kat sighed as she pulled out the box of Meow-mix from the cabinet before handing it to her mom, knowing that it was time to feed Mews. Her mom started to call out for Mews while pouring out the cat food. Kat looked around the kitchen with a confused look on her face. Normally, the moment the box was shook, Mews came running to eat, but now she was nowhere to be found.
“Mews, come on it’s time to eat.” Kat called out as she looked down the hallway.
She heard the front door open and close before her mom greeted her brother. Kat soon came face to face with her younger brother, “Hey, Dus, have you seen Mews? It’s time for her to eat, and she’s not coming out.”
Kat barely got a look of recognition from her brother before he spoke as he opened his bedroom door, “Nope haven’t seen her.” He said quickly before practically shutting the door in her face.
She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at the door now in front of her. Something seemed off with her brother and she didn’t know what it was, but she wasn’t going to press him about it. Instead, she headed back to her room to do her homework for the night, hoping that Mews came around soon or else her mom was going to go insane.
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After about a half hour of doing her homework, she decided on a snack before heading out into the kitchen to see Dustin on the phone talking to someone while her mom watched,
“Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true lifesaver. All right this was great. Thank you. All right. Have a good one. Bye-bye now. All right. You too.” He paused as he turned to their mom, a small smile on his face as he spoke, “All right great news.”
“They found her?” Their mom asked, holding back tears.
“No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”
That was all it took for their mom to lose it and start crying, “How did the poor baby get all the way out there?”
“I don’t know. Lost I guess.” Dustin replied, holding onto her arms, “But they’re gonna look for her. And I’ll stay here just in case they call again. And you’re gonna go help look. Yeah? Yeah?” He questioned as he pulled their mom in for a hug, “All right, give me a hug. Go get her.” When they pulled away, he smiled, “You’re gonna find her alright?”
She nodded before giving a weak smile through her tears, “Okay.”
“We can find her.” Dustin stated, giving two thumbs up as their mom started to gather her things.
Kat raised her eyebrows at how soothing and calm Dustin was being. Normally, he was never like this. She knew that there was something up, but she wasn’t sure what it was.
“We can find her.” Their mom replied, putting her sunglasses on.
“I love you.” Dustin said, blowing her two kisses.
“She’ll be okay, Mom, I love you.” Kat stated, earning a quick look from her brother.
“I love you both.” She replied as she hesitantly walked out the door.
“Alright, go.” Dustin said with a smile.
She gave a nod before closing the door. Once she had, Dustin wasted no time walking away from the door and phone and searching around the house.
“Care to tell me what’s actually going on? Where’s Mews, Dustin?” Kat asked as she followed her little brother around the house as he gathered a bunch of random supplies.
“Can’t you go somewhere else? I’m a little busy right now, Kat.” Dustin grumbled.
Kat flinched at the harshness in his voice. Dustin was never like that with her ever. The two were thick as thieves, and they never fought.
“No, Dustin, I can’t go anywhere else. Something is wrong. I’m your sister, just tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing is going on, Kat, just drop it.”
Kat glared before she grabbed her brother’s arm, stopping him from moving any further down the hallway,
“Dustin! Tell me what’s going on. Now! You and I don’t lie to each other. That’s our thing! Now, tell me what happened or I swear to God, I’ll figure it out myself.”
Dustin sighed before he nodded and began to speak. She stayed silent as he informed her all about Dart and what exactly he was, or becoming. Kat knew all about the crazy shit that happened last year with Will. She hadn’t been hugely involved, but Dustin needed someone to talk to about everything, so he told Kat everything. She had a hard time believing it at first, but she knew that Dustin wouldn’t lie to her, so she had no other choice than to believe him.
Once Dustin finished talking, Kat sighed before she rubbed her temples,
“Sometimes I wonder about you, child.” She stated before she clapped her hands together, “Alright, let’s wrangle this thing.”
Dustin nodded before continuing his search for everything that he needed. The two didn’t speak as Kat helped him with his search, tossing him a package of bolognue from the fridge.
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After burying Mews’ body, and cleaning the blood, for the most part, out of Dustin’s room, Kat was beyond tired. She opted to stay behind at the house in case Dart tried to escape while Dustin rode his bike to Mike’s house to get his help. Apparently, Mike would know what to do, and nobody else was picking up on Dustin’s code red he kept sending out, so they didn’t have many choices left.
It had gotten dark by the time Kat had heard any resemblance of Dustin coming home. She looked out the front door when she heard a car pull up, fearing it was their mother. However, the BMW parked outside did not belong to the woman Kat grew up calling mom. Instead, Steve “The Hair” Harrington got out of the driver’s seat with Dustin following closely behind. Kat frowned in confusion as she walked outside,
“What the hell is, Steve Harrington doing here, Dustin?” Kat asked, crossing her arms.
“He’s here to help, Kat.” Dustin replied as Steve opened up his trunk, tossing Dustin the keys to the car before he grabbed something out of it.
When the truck door closed, Kat could see he was holding a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.
“Hey, Kitty Kat.” Steve said with a smirk, causing Kat to roll her eyes.
She and Steve had never been ones to see eye-to-eye on anything. He was the King of Hawkins High, and he made sure that everyone knew it. He thought he was hot shit, and Kat didn’t take any of his crap, causing the two to butt heads quite frequently. Kat’s friends constantly said that her resentment toward him was that she was mad that he picked Nancy Wheeler over her. Her friends never let Kat live down the fact that she had a massive crush on him freshman and sophomore year.
Kat neared the two, a glare set on Steve as she walked to them, “You really think a baseball bat with nails is gonna take this thing down? It ate our cat.” She stated, eyeing Steve up and down.
“It took down a fully grown one, so I think I’ll be fine, but thanks for the concern, Kitty Kat.” Steve replied with another smirk.
“Hi, we don’t have time for your guy’s sexual tension. Can we please move on?” Dustin seethed as he pulled the two over to the storm cellar.
Kat and Steve both shared the same look of disgust at her brother’s words, but kept quiet as they followed him over. The three of them stood hesitantly in front of the doors, waiting to hear something before Steve spoke,
“I don’t hear shit.” He stated.
“He’s in there.” Kat replied, attitude lacing her voice, “I watched Dustin put him in there.”
Steve looked over at the siblings before he tapped his bat lightly on the storm doors. He waited for a moment before he brought the bat up and hit the doors harder, causing Kat to jump slightly at the noise. There was a moment of silence before Steve turned, sticking the flashlight in Dustin’s face.
“Alright, kid, listen, I swear if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.” He threatened.
Kat glared at the brunette before taking a step closer, ready to come to her brother’s defense.
“It’s not.” Dustin stated, “It’s not a prank. Get it out of my face.” He squinted to keep himself from being blinded.
“You got a key for this thing?” Steve asked, nodding his head at the storm cellar.
Kat took another step forward, shoving the flashlight out of Dustin’s face before she handed Steve the key to the lock.
He didn’t say anything to her as he took the key from her hand, quickly unlocking the chains and pulling the storm doors open. Kat and Dustin were sure to stand back away from the doors. Dustin pointed the flashlight down the steps, noticing that there was no dart. Steve quickly took the flashlight from Dustin’s hand before he shined it around to see more of the stairs,
“He must be further down there.” Dustin stated softly, “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape and go after my sister.”
Steve looked up at Dustin with an annoyed look before he looked back down at the stairs. He stood up slowly before he hesitantly headed down the stairs, bat tightly in his hand as he walked down. After a few moments of silence, Dustin spoke up, inching toward the doors. Kat followed closely behind.
“Steve?” Dustin asked nervously, “Steve, what’s going on down there?”
“Harrington, you okay?” Kat followed up.
Suddenly, there is a light in Dustin and Kat’s face, causing both of them to jump, grabbing each other’s hands before they realized that it’s Steve.
“Get down here.” Steve said.
Dustin and Kat slowly walked down the stairs to join Steve. Dustin’s face dropped when he noticed what Steve was holding on the end of his bat,
“Oh shit.” Dustin stated.
“What the hell is that stuff?” Kat asked as she tried to inspect it more.
“It’s Dart’s skin.” Dustin replied quickly before he turned to Steve.
Steve moved the flashlight to the corner of the room where there was a hole in the wall. Kat’s eyes practically bugged out of her head at the sight before Dustin spoke again.
“Oh shit!” He yelled.
“Where do you think it leads?” Kat asked curiously.
“Who knows.” Dustin grumbled before turning back to the door.
“Well it’s too dark now to try and find him. We can try tomorrow. We need to get some sleep.” Kat stated, putting her arm around her brother. She paused before turning to Steve, “I can make you a bed on the couch.”
“There’s no need. I can just head home. It's no big deal.” Steve replied as the three walked out of the storm cellar.
Kat shook her head before she spoke, “Not up for debate. Come on, Harrington.”
He sighed before nodding, following the Henderson siblings inside their house. Kat told Dustin to sleep in her room, so he didn’t have to inhale the bleach from cleaning the floor the entire night. She brought some extra blankets out from the hall closet and her bedroom before she made up the each couch for her and Steve.
“You really didn’t have to do this.” Steve stated as he stared at the couch.
Kat shrugged before she finished setting up her bed, “It’s fine. If that thing comes back for seconds, at least you’re closer to the door.” She replied, a small teasing tone in her voice.
She didn’t give him any time to respond before heading into the bathroom to change into her pajamas. When she returned to the living room, she noticed that Steve had gotten into his makeshift bed already. She was quick to flip out the light before making her way over to the couch where she set up her bed. Kat tried to feel around as she maneuvered her way through the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted, before she tripped on a stray shoe, losing her balance and falling onto a couch.
However, the couch she hoped to fall on was not the one she needed. There was an “oof” mixed with a groan as Kat fell on top of Steve,
“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Kat asked instantly as she scrambled to get off of Steve.
“I’m fine. Are you okay?” He questioned.
“Yeah.” She replied as she stood, moving to her couch.
She was really glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see how red her face was from the situation. She got under the blankets and got comfortable as she took a breath,
“Night, Harrington.”
“Good night, Kitty Kat.”
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