The rain was falling heavily now, almost obscuring the lake from Teyla. The surface danced with the impacts of the rain droplets, creating a surface that was somehow flat yet constantly busy. The rushing sound of falling water was relaxing despite the chill to the air and the growing breeze across the water. She drew in a breath of the cool air, absorbing the scents and sharp crispness of the storm.

She turned from the lake to look back along the water's edge towards the entrance to the sacred spring and then round further to look at the tree line behind her. There was no sound other than the falling rain; there was no other life here but her. She frowned at the 'wrongness' of it all. She watched the trees, trying to discover what it was that felt wrong about the environment around her. As she studied the branches she realised that nothing was moving around her, not even the leaves moved in the wind off the lake. Nothing stirred even with the impacts of the rain all around her. The storm was growing in intensity, but nothing was reacting, everything was fixed unchanging despite the force of the wind and the heavy fall of rain. She looked down at the water slicked smooth stones that comprised the narrow beach along the lake's edge. She watched as the rain drops fell flatly over them; it would take years for falling rain to affect a stone. The wind off the water gusted against the side of her hood with a rush of renewed power, causing her to draw in slightly, away from the harsh air that still managed to sneak around her hood's protection to graze sharply at her cheeks.

As she held herself strong against the gusting air, her shoulder turned into the wind, she heard a new sound; a soft tingle of a sound that had her peering out from her hood to the lake once again. The sound came again and for a moment she thought it sounded like bells or chimes, but as the sound continued and the wind dropped she identified the sound as that of children.

She looked away from the lake, back along the shore to where she had first stepped out of the trees to see this sacred lake. The rain had lessened enough for her to see shapes moving near the distant shoreline. She turned straining her eyes to understand what she was seeing. The shapes seemed to be indistinct through the falling rain. For a moment she thought she saw the shapes separating, but then they blurred together again. It reminded her of the wall of stones; separate stones yet formed into one, only to one day to fall apart again.

She kept straining to seek out the separateness and the rain lessened enough for her to finally see human shapes moving towards her along the lakeshore. The sounds of children laughing became clear now and finally she was able to see a large group of children running in her direction along the shore line, dancing in and out of the water as they ran. The rain died away further that she could make out the Athosian clothes of the children as they grew ever closer and as they did she began to recognise faces despite the years that had passed. She smiled, despite the rain falling in under the protection of her hood to wet her face, for she saw the young faces of her childhood friends. They screeched and laughed as they ran through the water, splashing it up over themselves and each other as they played.

They were almost upon her, rushing onwards with the fun abandon of children who were lost in the moment. Their laughter and delight was infectious and she laughed along with them as she watched them. And then the group had reached her and the group parted as they moved past her. They didn't pay her any attention or didn't see her perhaps, but she still called out to one young girl among the group as she neared. The girl with dark eyes and skin, her hair plaited back from her face. Teyla watched her younger self amidst the group with fascination. Around her there were the faces of her childhood; some of which she was as close to now as she was then, but there were many others who were now gone. Faces that she could recognise, but with a stab of pain she realised she couldn't remember some of their names.

She turned on the spot as her younger self ran past and behind the little Teyla there ran another boy that she had not seen before. Not seen as a boy before that is, but she could still recognise his face. His dark hair was as unruly as a young boy as it was as an adult. His features seemed large and rough, as was the way with boys who had handsome features to grow into. She saw the quickness in him, the natural physical skill, but she also saw the freedom of childhood in him.

Then the group were all past her and she stood watching young John splash water up at her younger self as they ran on happily. She watched as they all scampered on, her people past and present, all racing up along the beach, the group free to roam wherever they wished. Above her the storm clouds were moving away, the rain ceased, and she looked up to see that the grey clouds were parting and the first hint of sunlight could be seen ready to break through.

Behind her she heard more movement and she turned back to see two more figures moving towards her. A man and woman walking along hand in hand. They were looking off towards the children with the look of relaxed parents; patient yet watchful. But, it was their faces and clothes that drew Teyla's eye. Athosian designs; so familiar and yet so forgotten. Tears filled Teyla's eyes as she watched the couple walking towards her, desperately wanting to believe that this was real, that she was truly seeing what her vague infant memories recognised. The woman's face was soft and happy, the gentle breeze off the lake playing with the long curls of her hair. Teyla watched her turn and look at the dark skinned man walking beside her. His face Teyla knew better, for she had sat by his knee for most of her childhood, until that fateful day when the Wraith had taken him as well. For a moment Teyla heard his last call to her again, echoing through the air and memory.

"Father, Mother," Teyla whispered as the couple approached. Tears filled Teyla's eyes as she turned watching them begin to pass her by.

Then as they passed, both of them looked towards her and smiled. Tears dripped down Teyla's cheeks as she smiled back at them. Their expressions were warm and full of love, and above the clouds parted spilling sunlight down over them all.

Laughter echoed down the shoreline and Teyla looked back towards the children to see her youthful counterpart watching them from where she stood small hand clutching young John's hand. With cheeky smiles the two children turned and ran off together, running behind the others, but then broke away to run rushing down into the water laughing and splashing each other as they did. The tinkling sounds of laughter mixed with that of splashing water and of her parents chuckling beside her, until it all became one cacophony of sound.

Teyla woke to the gentle sound of a bell. The sound was delicate and so light that it was barely audible over the rain pattering against the window. Teyla opened her eyes from the warmth of her dream and turned towards the sounds.

The moons had risen through the night and the moonlight was a strong yet gentle light through the thin curtains over the window. The moonlight glistened off the chimes and she watched the glowing light catch against a few pieces of mirrored glass. One metal chime moved gently, tapping ever so lightly against the one beside it and the soft ring sounded again. Teyla smiled at the sound and watched as a long thread of coloured beads danced gently as well, moving in the unfelt circulation of air that the ancient city provided.

Rain tapped insistently against the window, the water on the glass breaking up the moonlight through the thin curtains. Teyla turned her gaze to watch the changing light through the curtains with the unquestioning attention of the truly relaxed.

She thought of her people's new home, of the new Athosian children living in the camp, her son among them tonight. She hoped Torren was content and that her people would remain safe this night and for all those to follow. With Michael's death her people had a future once again. Their new home planet was filled with other peoples, all working together to improve their lives. She thought of the market and how there had never been anything like that on Old or New Athos. She wondered if perhaps these changes would be good for her people, for change was always necessary. She had chosen to change the direction of her life from what she had originally conceived as a child. She had wanted to be like her father; strong, capable and able to protect her people. She had wanted to help in the way she was naturally inclined; leadership and negotiation, but then those from Earth had arrived. That had changed her life in that suddenly more was possible, more could be done to help all of those endangered by the Wraith, not just her own people. That choice had changed her life, and continued to do so, and she did not regret her decisions.

She drew in a deep breath looking away from the window, thinking then of the rather blurred images of her parents from her dream. Already the precise details of the dream were fading, but she knew that she would never forget what she had dreamt this night. Whether it was a gift from the Ancestors, from her parents themselves, or even from her own unconscious; she felt her family's approval and that she would forever be a member of her people. Living on another world had never changed that and never would.

She smiled then at the realisation that John had been among the Athosians in her dream; one of her people. She turned her head to the right to where John slept silently beside her. He lay on his side towards her, one of his legs warm against hers under the blankets. One of his hands lay on the mattress between them, only millimetres from her, as if his hand had slipped off her as they slept. She smiled at his sleeping face; so relaxed and handsome. Her eyes shifted down to his bare chest and shoulders. He was a comfortable relaxing presence right beside her and she enjoyed seeing him so relaxed in turn. The urge to touch him was so strong, yet she did not wish to disturb his sleep so she instead watched him silently. She thought of the two younger versions of them playing in the lakeside together. She wished that the two of them could have stayed longer by the spring back on the ritual, but regardless as to how long they had remained she was certain she never would have wanted to leave. The memories of that time would be locked forever in her mind, sacred in themselves, and she and John could make new memories together. She had particularly enjoyed being off world with him with no one else around and thought that perhaps they could make it a regular thing; to spend time away together.

She laid still, the mattress comfortable under her back as she watched John, drawing in the new experience of him in her quarters, in her bed. The moonlight reached them enough for her to study his sleeping face, but the heavy shadows only added to the intimacy of the moment. The change from friendship to romantic relationship was still new and the thrill of the knowledge that he returned her feelings seemed unlikely to fade anytime soon. She smiled at him now and finally gave into her urge and reached out towards him. She touched the backs of her fingers against his chest as lightly as she could. His skin was cool exposed to the night air, but under that layer there was the warmth and heat of the living man. She could feel the gentle movements of his chest as he breathed softly in his sleep, the small amount of chest hair under her touch a nice texture against his skin. Sliding her fingers upwards she sought out the gentle thumping of his heart beat. The muscular lines of his chest stood in stark contrast in the shadows and she trailed her fingers along the plains of muscle.

A deep rumble echoed from his chest and she looked up to his face to see his eyelids lifting slightly.

"I am sorry," she whispered, only partly meaning her words. She didn't pull her touch away from him though, but continued stroking gently over his chest some more and watched as his eyes closed again. He remained still under her hand and she thought he had fallen asleep again, but then he shifted closer, his hand lifting up from the mattress to lie against her middle. The heat of his hand against her warmed her nicely and she drifted her own eyes closed. They lay like that for awhile, one hand against the other, and she gently stroked his chest repetitively, soothing both of them. The chimes echoed again across the room and she turned to look at them again. It had been the softest of sounds, but it had felt loud in the still soft place in which she had been dozing.

"They new?" John asked, his voice very deep, slightly slurred and soft from the pillow beside her.

Thinking back Teyla couldn't remember the last time John had been in her quarters, other than occasionally he had stood outside when the team had been gathering for something. Now she realised it had probably been due to Kanaan's presence in her life. She studied the chimes again as she answered him. "Yes, I got them today."

He made a deep noise that was probably meant to convey a reply, but he was too sleepy for words. She looked round at him, her eyes falling to her hand against his chest. She stroked a slightly wider area. "They remind me of the Offering Tree's symbols on the Questioning Way," she told him softly. "They will remind me always of the ritual; of what I discovered and experienced."

"Good ritual," John replied with a sleepy smile.

She smiled in return. "Yes, a very good ritual." His eyes were closed again and she decided to leave him to his sleep. She stopped her stroking of his chest and simply rested her hand over his heart, feeling the beat beneath. She looked away to the chimes again; yes, it had been a good ritual. It had bought clarity to many areas of her life.

The patter of the rain grew louder and then died down again with the natural organic flow of a storm. Teyla smiled at the thought of how much more comfortable she felt to be in the city during a storm. She had always enjoyed experiencing storms from inside the Athosian tents, but there was something to be said about being shut away warm and content inside a city.

John's hand moved gently against her middle, his fingers moving in a smooth circle. She closed her eyes at the simple touch before opening them again and looking round at him. He looked more awake now, his eyes soft but alert. He returned her smile as he kept up his gentle caress. She drew in a breath, her middle pushing up against his fingers and palm as she did, and she released it with a happy sigh.

"Can't sleep?" He asked deeply after a few moments.

She turned her head against the pillow to look at him. "I woke from a dream. A nice dream," she added. He lifted an enquiring eyebrow. "I dreamt of my parents," she shared with him. "They were walking along the lakeside on the Questioning Way, watching over all us young Athosian children as we played in the water. You were there as well, as a young boy."

His eyebrows rose. "I was?"

"Yes, you were splashing me," she told him with a smile.

"I would never do that," he replied with a cheeky grin and she lifted a doubtful eyebrow for him. "Where was that skinny dipping place off the pier again?"

She glared at him as best as she could. "John," she warned.

He lifted his warm hand from her middle as he gestured. "I haven't said a thing to McKenzie, I swear," he said and she warred unsuccessfully with her smile. "Besides, let's face it he'll know about us pretty soon and," he paused for a moment as his hand returned to her middle. "He's likely to be your replacement on the team anyway."

Teyla saw the slight concern in his expression at talking about this subject, but she did not mind. "Which means that you will have ample time to tease him about the skinny dipping."

He tried to look innocent, but failed miserably. "It may come up in conversation one day." She didn't stop her laughter now, shaking her head at him. His fingers began stroking a wider area around her middle.

The chimes tinkled lightly again across the room and Teyla looked back towards them.

"Did it go alright with your people tonight?" John asked after a silent pause.

She looked back at him glad that he was openly asking and not quietly wondering. In truth she was surprised that he was, for he was normally one to avoid conversations, but then all that experience she had of him was as a friend and work colleague. It pleased her that he was asking now. She began to idly move the backs of her fingers against his chest again.

"Yes, it went well. I spoke to Halling before the feast." She looked up to the moonlight streaked ceiling, occasionally added to by a small flash of reflected light off the chimes' mirrors. "He said that he was not surprised that I will not be returning to live with our people."

John's caress against her middle became more solid and soothing. "You've been away from them for a lot of years now." His voice was soft and as smooth as his touch over her night shirt.

She nodded. "Yes, but he had still hoped that I would one day return to live with them permanently." She looked away from the ceiling to look at John again. "He was surprised to learn that Kanaan and I were no longer together," reassuringly John's comforting touch did not pause. "Though he said that I had seemed…unhappy for a while."

"He sees a lot that guy," John added with a smile to his voice.

"Yes, he does," she smiled widely at him now. "I told him that there was another in my life and he guessed it was you." She enjoyed the surprised look that crossed his face and there was a touch of something else, perhaps embarrassment or concern.

"Really?" He asked, this time his touch did pause against her. "What did he say?" Yes, definitely some concern there. She stroked her hand across his chest a little more to reassure him and to draw out the moment to tease him a little.

"He said that you would be welcome to stay in the camp with me when I visit," she told him. She watched the concern turn to surprise again and then something else that seemed pleased.

"He did?"

"Yes."

His hand began stroking her middle again. "Okay."

"You seem surprised," she commented.

John looked past her towards the window or perhaps towards the new chimes. "Well, you know he's kind of like your family and I'm not one of your people."

She shrugged against the pillows. "That does not matter to my people. Athosians often marry people from other worlds." She realised what she had said a second too late and a burst of worry went through her. John's eyebrows rose up his forehead. "Not that I'm saying that we're going to… I meant only that we're accepting of…" She noticed John was trying to hide his amusement at her uncharacteristic babbling. She paused and re-centred herself. John's hand stroked a slightly wider circle around her middle. "I meant that my people do not judge others in that way." She could feel the flush to her cheeks and was glad that there wasn't that much light in the room.

She risked looking at him and saw him nodding sagely, but he was clearly amused by her embarrassment. She tapped the back of her hand against his chest and glared at him, but he only chuckled in reply. She decided to turn the conversation elsewhere.

"Did you hear anything else from Mr Woolsey?" She asked.

"No. He'll probably turn it completely over the SGC to decide, since it's mostly a military matter." His hand had moved from circling over her middle to stroke down her far side, sliding down to her waist and back up. The touch was smooth and exploratory, something between a sensual caress and a soothing comforting touch. But, the affect on her was very much sensual. She focused on his words, though her body was warming under his touch.

"Are you sure it will not cause problems for you," she asked.

He shook his head against the pillow, "I doubt it. This kind of thing happens a lot in the military. Of course it doesn't usually involve a woman from another galaxy," he added with a smile.

She ran the backs of her fingers down his chest a little lower than before, pausing just as she reached his stomach and then moved back up again. "From my perspective it is you who are from another galaxy," she teased.

"True," he replied, his voice a little deeper. His hand slid up her side, but this time paused by the outer edge of her breast and then danced just under the swell around to her middle and then back outwards again. She sighed at the touch as he repeated it, just grazing the underside of her breast through her shirt. "Are you going back to your people tomorrow?" He asked as he repeated the caress, pausing at her middle to drift his fingers down her side closest to him, treating her other breast to the same grazing touch.

She arched her back slightly as she adjusted her warming body against the mattress. "No," she didn't want to utter Kanaan's name now, not with the growing atmosphere with John.

"Kanaan bringing Torren back here?" John asked as his hand flattened on her middle again and he resumed his previous large circles, this time his thumb grazing against her breasts at the peak of each circle.

"Mmm," she replied as she resumed her own caresses over his chest, her attention focused on the moonlight and shadows across his body. The blankets had bunched up at both of their waists exposing his entire bare chest for her to enjoy. She ran the back of her hand down his chest again, this time sliding slightly lower over his stomach. She felt the twitch of muscles beneath the teasing touch. She turned her hand over, flattening her palm against his warm skin and slid up to his raised side. She tested the thick muscle and flesh of his side; slim, yet toned.

His hand ceased its widening circles against her and he gathered up the material of her shirt, pulling it up enough until he could slip his hand underneath. The heat of his hand against her naked middle made her twitch and she let out a long murmur of pleasure as she looked away from her hand resting on his side. He was watching his hand sliding up her front, his fingers leading the way right up her middle and up through her cleavage. She licked her lips as she watched his eyes fixed on her, seeing his enjoyment in touching her. His hand paused over her heart before he spread out his fingers further under her shirt, his thumb and little finger grazing both her nipples. She let out another murmur, this one a slight moan. His eyes lifted up to hers and she saw his satisfaction. He looked very different with black eyes, the darkness matching his hair, eyelashes and the clear hunger she could see. She bit her lower lip and watched his eyes slip down to watch her set her teeth and then release her lip, which felt plump and sensitive. His hand slid across under her top to close around one breast and she closed her eyes as he squeezed and caressed.

He shifted beside her, his hand moving from her breast to push up the fabric of her shirt and she opened her eyes to see him leaning down over her and his hot wet mouth surrounded her nipple. She groaned at the feel and slid one hand into his hair. His tongue slid lazily around her nipple and she arched her back towards him, pulling his head tighter to her as she did.

Her hand that had been grasping his side had been dislodged with his movement, but she reached between them and pressed her hand back against his stomach as best as she could with the angle. He sucked on her nipple as she slid her hand lower down his belly, seeking out the waist band of those nice hip hugging trousers he had worn to bed. The material was warm and soft against her questing fingers and there was plenty of give to the waist band as she slid her hand under it. He grumbled against her breast, pulling his mouth from her breast and she had a glimpse of him looking up at her with hot dark eyes before he turned to her other breast. She reached down into his trousers and felt the hard length of him pushing against the restrictions of his minimal clothing. She wrapped her hand around him and he groaned as he licked over her nipple. Sliding her hand up him, he shuddered against her, pulling his mouth from her, shifting onto his side. His hand ran down her side, sliding under the waist band of her own trousers and his fingers sought straight towards her core.

She gasped as he cupped his entire hand between her legs, the material of her trousers tight around her hips. His fingers parted her and caressed through the growing dampness. She closed her eyes, her hand wrapped around his shaft, as he tested one fingertip against her. He made a deep growling sound as he slid his fingers into her easily. She groaned, so quickly ready for him, pulling her hand from him turning to pushing the waistband of his trousers from around his hips. He seemed to match her sudden desperation, as he pulled his hand from her, grasping her waistband and pulling it all quickly down to her thighs under the blankets. She reluctantly pulled her hands from John's waist to pull her own clothes away from her body.

John tossed aside the blankets in one large movement, exposing the entire length of the bed for them to be free in. She lifted her knees, reaching down and pulled off her trousers, then pulled off her top as well. In that time John had freed himself of his clothing and a foil packet had materialised from somewhere. He tossed the empty packet aside as he was suddenly above her. She reached for him, pulling him over her, spreading her legs for him. His weight settled against her and she felt him test her entrance with his fingers once more. She rocked her hips against the touch, her arms tightly locked around his shoulders, using him as leverage. "John."

She heard him make a long drawn out groan before he adjusted himself over her and his fingers were replaced with the thick head of his erection. She ran one of her hands down to his backside, urging him to complete the penetration. He shifted over her, one hand gripping her hip and then he thrust forward. It took another thrust for him to fill her completely for she was so ready and tight. The climax hit her immediately. She clasped her hands against his back, pulling her upper body up towards his hovering over her, her head hanging back with delight as her body gloried in the sensations pouring through her. She could feel one of his arms around her back supporting her and she felt his mouth on the side of her neck.

Her body trembled with pleasure until her mind focused once again, her upper body still pressed tightly up against his. She let out a long sigh of delight as she let her body drop backwards to the mattress. John's arm that had been around her back loosened as her shoulders returned to the cool mattress, but his hand slid down her spine, causing her to keep her back arched. His fingers rubbed against her lower back sending spirals of new sensations across her body. She opened her eyes to see his eyes trailing up from her chest and then he was over her, his mouth on the side of her throat, licking and kissing. His hand remained under her lower back tilting her pelvis slightly and it rubbed them together very nicely.

She ran her hands down his back and sides, rolled her hips and moaned out a very long satisfied sound. He withdrew from her and thrust back inside. Her next moan was filled with that moment where pleasure just touched against pain. He paused in his kissing her neck, just under her ear, but he had not caused her pain. She spread her legs widely around him, making room and readying herself for more. He rolled his hips and pressed tightly against her. His hand under her back slid up and around her hip, squeezing and caressing as it went and then his fingers were between them. She closed her eyes at the soft tantalising teasing of his fingertips against her womanhood. His mouth latched onto her throat against, biting and teasing up to her ear again. Her body responded immediately to all his administrations, a new swell growing. Having felt that change his fingers slid from her nub and he thrust into her. She gasped her eyes open once again to stare up at him over her.

His hand trailed up her side and then left her body to settle against the mattress next to her. He leant forward over her, his forearms on either side of her head supporting his weight. She gasped open mouthed as he pulled out of her and slid back in again, rocking them and the bed. She lifted her legs up, hugging his hips, her hands scratching and clasping down his sides. She looked down their bodies. They met only at their groins until he pushed into her again and their bellys met; hot sweaty skin meeting.

She trailed her eyes up the length of him, her hands testing his moving hips, sides, back and arms. She slid her hands around the strong flexed shapes of his upper arms holding him up over her and then she looked up at his face. Their eyes met. His were the darkest she had ever seen them and they locked with hers. There was the powerful mixture in his eyes that she felt in her own body and mind; hunger, arousal, need, pleasure and something even more powerful.

He began to thrust deeper and faster, rocking her more and she held onto him for support and for leverage of her own. She stared up at him, watching him watching her. He smiled at her and she smiled back, glorying in the moment with him. She reached up and pressed one palm against one of his cheeks, stroking her fingers down past his mouth, over his jaw to slide down his throat. She watched her hand trail down over the lines of his body, watched the changing shape of him as he moved. He sped up even more and she began groaning with each one, the energy building in her middle, her belly and she opened her legs from his hips, widening her self. She dropped her hands from his chest, instead holding onto his thick arms so close to her as she arched up under him into the space between them.

Their eyes locked together again and she gazed up at him, losing herself in the depths of his eyes, holding the stare longer than was comfortable with anyone, past what was usually comfortable even with a lover. He thrust deeply and slowly now grinding against her with each one and she rocked and lifted her hips with him. She felt split then; one part of her the physical part was let loose, moving twisting and building with wild abandon. His body was the same, a wild rhythm between their bodies, shifting and changing as they worked together to reach the crescendo ahead.

But, there was another part of her that was lost in his eyes, a part of her that sent tears from her eyes as she gazed into him. In his eyes she saw something in him that told her without words that he loved her. She couldn't explain it and she couldn't doubt it in that moment. She saw the emotion shift in his darkened orbs as well, saw him see something in her and she saw a shimmer of wetness in his eyes for a moment. She reached up to him, pulling him down to her. His mouth met hers hotly and wetly and suddenly it was all about the abandon again. She broke from his hot demanding mouth as he thrust once, twice more and then her body broke apart in delight once again. She cried out with the pleasure, her panting surrendering to long moans of his name.

He groaned against her, his mouth against her cheek, her jaw, one hand grasping her hip, her thigh and then he shuddered, pumped against her and she tightened her nails into his back. He cried out into her throat, lifted himself up onto his hands as he released himself into her and she watched him throw back his head for a moment. She reached another wave in her release and reached up to run a hand over his chest as his entire body continued to flex.

Her own body finally reached the end of its elation and she was filled with a deep warmth as she dropped her hand from his chest. A heavy surrender took over her and she sighed out as he did the same, his body returning over hers and she felt the weight to him that spoke of his relaxation. But, as his chest met hers she felt his hands cupping her face and she looked up to see his eyes locked onto her before he kissed her.

His tongue caressed into her mouth, sliding, licking inside in smooth strokes. She murmured at the feel of it, meeting his tongue. He kissed her deeply yet smoothly and she shuddered with it, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. She couldn't ever remember letting herself become tearful before when making love, but something very deep in her had surrendered to this man and had seen something in him that gave her hope in a future neither of them would be likely to talk about just yet. But, it gave her hope. It also told her without a doubt how much she was in love with him.

She encircled her arms around his shoulders, feeling the damp heat over his skin, of the energy fading from his muscles and the peace of stillness that follows. She held him to her, wrapped her legs around him too, holding him. She kissed him with the love that she truly felt, hoping that he understood it and she accepted his kiss in return.

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