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[ She feels the soft tickle of his breath against her cheek. All warmth and - well, Steve, really. He's solid and dependable ( she does not know white knights outside of stories - but she knows him, instead, and she thinks that's better ), and right there against her. It's not the rush of when Ilde comes close, she decides, it's something else. It's surety. He's Steve, and he's there and she is - content - a rolling feeling that hums just where he touches her, flooding out through from that happy point.

Lets him pull away, a happy flush of pink in her cheek. ]

Any time. [ her eyes down, lips pressing together where the smile reaches up in the crinkle around her eyes. ] So have you got a plan, or what?

[ Playful, jerking her head at his companion. ]