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Oh, to be cherished. They lay in their tent together, Thandi with her head on Charlie’s chest as he sleeps. His hands are still on her, both protective and possessive. She nuzzles against him, playing with his buttons idly, slipping her fingers between them to stroke his bare skin.
It was best to do this while he was asleep; Charlie is absurdly ticklish, and he’d be stuttering already at this. But instead it’s just her and his buttons and the steady thumping of his heart. It’s comforting. She buries her face into him, thankful for how heavy a sleeper he is. Such a nice feeling, being clung to even in sleep. And his heart— he won’t say that he loves her, but she knows it only beats for her. Such a good sound. It lulls her back asleep in no time.