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Sep. 28th, 2025 06:31 pmHe's only trying to help. He's still not able to cook more than eggs and toast successfully on his own without supervision, but he likes trying to help when Lee is cooking. He's chopping the ingredients for a salad when he slips, the knife biting into the side of his finger. He drops it, helping, immediately bringing his hand up to his mouth. It's not a big wound, but it's deep and the blood wells up scarlet.
"Fuck."
"Fuck."
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Date: 2025-10-21 04:06 pm (UTC)“The first time you called me that, I think my heart stopped a little,” he admits with a breathless chuckle, reaching up to tuck a few stray curls behind his ear. “I tried to write it off as you just being very British, but it drove me crazy.”
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Date: 2025-10-21 06:21 pm (UTC)"I've always liked the way it felt, even before I'd really figured out how I felt," he says. "And then I started saying it to you whenever you wanted me to say something in French, and I couldn't believe my luck, every time you didn't understand what I was saying." He trails his thumb along the sharp line of Lee's jaw.
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Date: 2025-10-21 06:32 pm (UTC)Lee leans in and presses a soft kiss to George’s mouth. He still tastes copper, but it’s less important now. It doesn’t matter as much as George.
“What else have you confessed to me in French, hm?” He lets out a shivery breath and presses himself closer to George. “I want to hear it again.”
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Date: 2025-10-21 07:54 pm (UTC)"How much I want to be with you, always," he murmurs, kissing his way along Lee's bare skin. "How sex has never felt with anyone the way its always felt with you." He leans back so that he look up at Lee, and then he says it slowly. "I love you.".