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Ooooooo do we get ~angst~ in chapter 12 of A Fucking Duck ?? im so excited idk how to tell you

A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 12

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Violence. References to sex. Nazis. Language.

Author’s Note: Define “angst” because honestly. I did something but it’s not super angsty but I think part 13 is gonna the angst. And possibly the end?? Who knows. I’m on a roll though —also, this got really fucking long. Sorry lmao

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“Who are you texting?” Adrian asked, peering over her shoulder as Chris turned up the music.

“Flash,” she said simply, writing out in very clear terms, since Barry was a bit of an idiot sometimes, ‘SOS: Aliens in Evergreen, WA’ and coordinates. “If he actually looks at his phone, he’ll be there before we are.”

Adrian made a face, pouting it seemed. “I can’t believe you dated the Flash. Is that why you said he could beat Batman and Superman?”

“No, I said he could beat Batman and Superman because he actually could,” she explained, looking up at him. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. We dated for like two months.”

“We’ve barely been dating that long,” Adrian argued.

“You sound like you’re jealous, pretty boy,” she teased, elbowing him. “Think of it this way: not only have you got me to fall just stupidly in love with you in less time…” She reached up, cupping her hand against his ear as she whispered, “But you’ve also made me cum more times than he ever did.”

Adrian looked down at her with surprise, but it turned into a ridiculous amount of pride as he puffed up a little bit. “Fuck yeah, I have. And I’ll do it again when we finish this, too.”

“Do what again?” Economos asked, glancing at them from the rear view mirror.

“Oh, make her —“

“Dinner,” she quickly interrupted, elbowing him with a knowing grin. Economos gave them both a disgusted look, knowing exactly what he meant.

Adrian shrugged, looking back up at Chris who was rocking out. He quickly started to follow along as she pocketed her phone. Watching the two, she rolled her eyes and kicked her feet up on the seat across from her.

“Aren’t you guys acting a little too casual?” Economos asked, clearly wary of the whole situation.

“There’s no wrong time to rock, dude,” Chris insisted, playing air guitar.

Adrian was pretending to play the drums, and she was rolling her eyes. As she went to comment on how ridiculous they were, however, the van suddenly shook —and then they were thrown to the side. She screamed, bracing her head between her arms as she hit the other side of the truck. Adrian dropped as the van rolled a few times, before he groaned. She coughed, sitting up as Eagly screeched.

“What the fuck was that?“ Economos demanded, crawling towards the door.

Chris pushed himself up as the side of the van seared open. Adrian grabbed her, pulling her up as the side of the van was pried open.

“Dad?”

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian mumbled.

“Dad, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“What I should have fuckin’ done years ago, you stupid piece of shit.” Smith’s dad held up his arms, and phaser beams shot out at them.

Adrian shoved her to the side as he and Chris avoided the blast. She pulled her gun, shooting at the bastard as Adrian started next. He stood without issue, firing into the White Dragon’s armor and forcing him out of the van. She tried to follow, but Adrian pushed her back as he pulled out a grenade.

“No wrong time to rock!” He laughed, pulling the pin and throwing it.

“What the —“

Another explosion rocked the van and the group and she realized suddenly what he had done. Flashes of Jason’s death flooded the forefront of her mind; the bloody and battered corpse she had to identify. Thinking now that she would have to do the same for Adrian as he literally blew himself up —she screamed out as Chris did.

“Vig!”

“Adrian!”

“We gotta go!” Economos yelled at them both, pulling Chris back by his arm as he tried to run after him. She tried to run into the smoke next but Chris grabbed her, yanking her with them into the woods. She fought against his grip, screaming at the top of her lungs. Chris inevitably had to throw her over his shoulder as they ran further, because she was dragging her feet to get back to Adrian

“We can’t fucking leave him! We need to go back!” She begged, breathing becoming erratic as she hit Chris’s back angrily. “I can’t let him die alone!”

“He’s —he’s not dead —there’s no fucking way,” Chris insisted, though he sounded like he was in denial.

“How the fuck did he find you?” She screamed at him as they ran deeper into the forest.

Chris stopped for a moment, dropping her, before looking between her and Economos. Then he yanked his helmet off. “Shit.”

The bushes rustled next to them and she immediately pointed her gun at it. A raccoon slipped out of the grass, hissing. Chris swatted her hand and dug through one of the pouches on his belt, pulling out string.

“Please god, tell me you’re not actually going to —“

“You got any better ideas? If we stop moving, they’ll fucking know.”

She put her hands up and sat down next to Economos. For a solid five minutes, they watched Chris manhandled a raccoon, that was incredibly unwilling to be caught. However, after several swats at Chris’s face and a swift kick to the butt to get it to run away, his helmet was tied to the raccoon and running away. She watched it retreat, ducking behind a tree as the racist fucks followed the tracker.

“Raccoons are hardcore,” Chris whispered, touching his face after a moment.

“It wasn’t exactly inconsistent with what I thought would happen if a man walked up and grabbed a wild raccoon,” Economos commented, adjusting his glasses to look back at Chris.

Eagly suddenly landed in front of them, and she took a moment to compose herself. Adrian couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t be. No one actually ever died doing superhero shit —they always came back to life. Except Jason. And Flag. They were both definitely super dead. The panic was rising in her chest as she considered that Adrian was actually dead, but she had no time to panic as Chris grabbed her by the arm again, pulling her along.

“Don’t shut down on us now,” he ordered, looking back at her. “Vig trusts you not to freak out. You have to fucking keep it up.”

She stared at him, nodding frantically as she pried her arm from his grip. They ran for a while before the woods let out onto the highway. The car the Nazis had drove was pulled haphazardly to the side and she shoved passed Chris when she realized it was Adrian passed out behind the wheel. Her hands banged against the window.

“Adrian, babe, wake up,” she called out. He stirred some, looking confused and disheveled. “Unlock the door, come on.”

He fumbled around as Chris smacked the window again before the door finally opened. Chris pushed Adrian into the passenger seat as Economos opened the back door. Eagly screeched, biting at the man as he climbed in.

“What the fuck is wrong with your bird?” He demanded as she got in behind Eagly, being bitten herself as he screeched at her next.

“I’ll fucking break your wings, I don’t give a shit if you’re endangered,” she warned him, pointing down at the eagle in anger. He screeched again, biting at her finger before she pushed him out of the way, leaning between the front seats to look Adrian over. “Hey, god, you’re okay —how the fuck are you okay?”

“Dunno,” he mumbled, reaching over to turn up the radio. He laughed almost absently. “No wrong time to rock, motherfuckers.”

“No; this is decidedly the worst time to rock,” Chris snapped at him.

She rested her forehead against the padding of his armor. “Jesus Christ.”

“How did they find you guys?” Adrian asked, coming to a little more.

“There’s a fucking GPS tracker in Chris’s helmet,” she explained, swatting at Eagly who was nipping at the braid that fell down her back. “Don’t fucking touch me, Eagly.”

Adrian looked back at her then back up at Chris, eyes slightly wide as he sucked in a breath.

“What?” Chris demanded. She watched the two share a look before it dawned on her. It must have hit Chris too, as he slammed on the brakes and got out.

“I didn’t know! I thought they were expensive!” Adrian yelled as Chris threw open the trunk.

She got out, leaving the door open behind her as Adrian yelled about having to pee and took off back into the woods. Eagly hopped out behind her and Economos yelled about it.

“Adrian, what the fuck —you can’t just leave —“

“Just fucking let him go, I’m pretty sure he’s concussed,” Chris waved it off but she shook her head. “Eagly! Get back in the car! Can you deal with that?”

She looked back at the Eagle with annoyed frown as Chris took off with the bag of helmets. After a moment of trying to egg it on with her boot, Economos got out and crinkled a bag in annoyance.

“Get back in the fucking car,” she demanded, shooing him back.

“Fucking run!” Chris suddenly screamed.

Economos climbed back into the car and crawled out the other side as she took off around the car, dropping down into the grass. They crawled into the woods, heads down as they tried to keep out of sight. She shoved him forward ahead of her, before she finally stood up and started to run.

“What the fuck, why are your pants all the way down?” Economos yelled out as she finally caught up.

Adrian stood in front of a tree, pants around his ankles, as he pissed. She covered her face with her hands, groaning. “I can’t pee with clothes touching my butt!” He justified.

“Adrian, pull up your fucking pants —we need to help Chris!”

“That’s the first time you’ve said both those things —

“Now is not the fucking time!”

Adrian groaned and wrapped it up, getting his uniform back in place. He handed her another gun, making sure she had the other still. Then they took back off towards Chris. She stopped behind the car, pinpointing who to shoot first, but Adrian launched himself off the car suddenly, landing on the Dragon’s back.

“There’s gaps in the armor dude!” He yelled as he planted a knife into the fabric at his neck.

Deciding to take a page out of his book, she ran head first into the group and launched herself at the nearest Nazi. Her legs wrapped around their neck, strangling them with her thighs, as she pressed the gun to their head and pulled the trigger. That Nazi dropped as Smith’s dad threw Adrian off his back, landing him in front of her. She grabbed him and pulled him up, standing back to back now. A spray of bullets struck and they both dropped, turning to see Economos with a machine gun.

“Fuck yeah!” Adrian screamed.

Her attention turned to Chris though, who was beating the shit out of his dad. She smacked Adrian’s arm as Chris pulled back and pulled out his gun.

“You don’t have the fucking balls,” Auggie taunted, spitting blood out. “You worthless, pathetic, useless —“

A gun shot rang out. Both Auggie and Chris seemed shocked as his father dropped to the ground. Chris stood in shock as he lowered his gun. Adrian stepped towards him, but she followed close behind as Chris started to cry, dropping to his knees now. She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, spitting blood out of her mouth —not her’s; someone else’s —as Adrian started rambling.

“This is a really weird time to do your face exercises,” he pointed out, looking uncomfortable. “But I guess to get a jacked face like yours, you have to do it even like after you kill your dad —“

“Adrian, he’s crying,” she explained to him him, grabbing his arm and giving him a pointed look. “He’s sad, dude.”

“Oh.” He pulled away from her, reaching out to pat Chris’s shoulder. “Tender, nice touching…”

“Dude that’s creepy, knock it off,” Economos scolded, looking at her now as if to ask what his deal was. She shrugged in response; this was a whole new experience for her too.

*****

“What the hell is going on?” Harcourt demanded as she stormed into the vet with Adebayo.

Adrian had a gun pointed at the vet and his nurses. Crossfire was trying to reason with him that they didn’t need to die.

“They’ve seen our faces,” Adrian insisted, keeping his sight trained on the group in front of them. “Peacemaker and I are wanted; they know who you are. What other choice do I have?”

“Literally any other choice dude,” she insisted.

“I have to kill this vet, this nurse and this male nurse —“

“You can just say nurse,” Adebayo corrected, giving him a weird look.

Adrian considered it, but shook his head. “I think if I did that, people would assume they were both women.”

“We’re all standing right here,” Adebayo insisted.

“It must be weird waking up every day being a male nurse —“

“You’re a fucking bus boy,” Economos reminded him.

“Great; now I really have to kill them! You’re giving away parts of my secret identity!”

“We don’t need to kill them,” she insisted, looking back at Harcourt.

Harcourt hesitated before shaking her head. “No, don’t kill them. Just…we’ll tie them up, and then by the time shift change comes tomorrow, we’ll be long gone.”

“They’ve seen our faces!” Adrian insisted.

“If we don’t stop the butterflies today, it won’t fucking matter,” Harcourt snapped at him.

Adrian hesitated before groaning. “Okay but we can’t use duct tape. That’ll hurt their skin when they try to take it off.”

Economos looked at Adrian as Adebayo stepped out. Crossfire was also giving Adrian a weird look, trying to understand his thought process behind not wanting to hurt their skin but being willing to straight up murder them.

“So you’re compassionate about tape —but not brutally murdering people?” Economos asked, looking between Adrian and her, as if trying to see if she had any better understanding. She just shook her head, hands up.

Adrian thought about it for a moment, side eying the space around them, before nodding. “Yes.”

“You’re fucking weird, dude.”

Her phone rang suddenly, and when she pulled it out, she groaned. Adrian peered over her shoulder as Economos started to grab supplies to tie them up. She shooed Adrian away as she stepped aside.

“What do you want?”

“Why did you text Allen?” Bruce demanded.

“Because I’m fighting an alien invasion with five other people —three of which are normal ass humans who don’t usually do this shit?”

“You didn’t think to —oh, I don’t know, call me?”

She hummed, pretending to consider the question. “No, I didn’t —of course I fucking did. But you don’t do the whole killing thing. And we’ve killed a shit ton of people —“

“I fucking heard,” he snapped at her, cutting her off mid-sentence. “When you finish this; when you get back —you’re going to have a lot to explain.”

“Who the fuck says I’m coming back to Gotham?” She demanded.

The statement caught Adrian’s attention as he wrapped the hostages’ legs with medical gauze. Even Economos looked at her; then down at Adrian, nodding towards her as they eavesdropped on the one sided conversation. Harcourt was watching from her corner, where she was trying to recoup from being beaten to shit by Judomaster.

“I’m sorry —do you plan on staying in that shitty little town?” Bruce asked, surprised by her sudden change of mind. After all, she’d been begging to come home since the moment she arrived. “It’s that lunatic, isn’t it? You’re staying for him —“

“Don’t you call him that; you don’t know him,” she snapped back at him. “I’m staying because I like it here. I happen to have made friends. And I have a boyfriend, whose actually pretty fucking great.”

“He’s a murderer —“

“So am I! So are you! Big fucking deal!”

There was silence on the other end as Bruce considered what she was saying. As he really processed what she was trying to do. She glanced at Adrian, who was standing awkwardly as he stared at her. He gave a happy little wave as she glanced at the hostages they held, who were watching her with confusion as well. Economos was the only one not actively watching her, but she knew he was listening.

“You’re really not going to come home, then,” Bruce finally concluded.

“I’m not coming home, no.”

The line went dead, and she pulled the phone away from her ear to stare at the blank screen. Adrian stepped towards her, patting her shoulder in a similar way he had to Chris earlier. She brushed him off though, shaking her head as she looked back at him with a small smile.

“We should get a move on,” Adebayo suddenly announced as she returned. Harcourt returned her attention as Chris walked back in as well. “We gotta kill this cow.”

She pocketed her phone, crossing her arms as she joined the circle they formed. “What about your wife?”

“She understands. Sort of, at least.”

“How are we gonna do this without Murn?” Economos asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We have someone else we can trust,” Adebayo insisted, looking past him to Harcourt.

Crossfire followed her gaze, nodding some in agreement as the rest of the group drew the same conclusion. Harcourt would make an excellent leader; it was clear as they all nodded in silent agreement. Harcourt took a deep breath, nodding finally as she began to explain everything they had been kept in the dark about. Explained Murn, explained the cow. She explained how the butterflies intended to move it so they couldn’t kill it first.

“We just need to hope we get there before they make their move,” she finally finished, looking down.

“Then we’ll go in there and kick ass like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid!” Adrian announced with excitement.

“They got murdered at the end of that movie, babe,” she reminded him, raising a brow.

“Nuh uh, there’s a freeze frame where we hear a bunch of gunshots and it goes black. That doesn’t mean they died.”

“Yes it does,” Economos insisted, frowning deeply.

“No it doesn’t. I think they just jumped over the bullets and got away,” Adrian argued, lowering his gun some.

“That is an excessively optimistic interpretation of that movie’s ending,” Economos continued.

“Both things are equally possible —“

“They really aren’t,” she chimed in, bumping his shoulder with hers.

“Well, whatever you believe says a lot about your character, babe.”

“Like how insane you are?” Economos asked him, brow furrowing now.

She just shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as Adrian started laughing. “Oh man, I love the banter we have going on here.”

“This is fucking stupid,” she finally interrupted, ending the conversation as she turned her attention back to Harcourt. “You all heard me earlier. I’m all in.”

“Hashtag me too.”

“I guess,” Economos sighed.

“Yeah,” Adebayo smiled.

“I’m in,” Chris agreed.

“Fuck yeah.”

Their attention turned to the vet staff, who were out of their bindings and holding weapons. The team insisted that no, they weren’t needed. Adebayo got the keys to their mobile clinic, and they gathered up various medical supplies to add to what was in the RV already. As they loaded up the RV out front, she tied them back up as Adrian hung back to help. She was tying the final nurse’s leg up when Adrian finally spoke up. She stood, grabbing the backpack she commandeered and filled with supplies.

He grinned at her, resting the gun on his shoulder as they walked out. His other arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders as they walked to the RV with everyone else, loading up with everything they needed for the fight of their lives.

“You’re really gonna stay here, then?” He asked as they loaded up. He sounded hopeful, though he tried to play it off.

“I am.” She nodded, looking up at him. She smiled at him warmly. “I know where I belong.”

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A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 10

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: This is short and sweet. It’s just. It’s just fluff, okay? I wanted fluff. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled violence soon

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“God, I love you,” she said suddenly, out loud. Then she stared at her phone with wide eyes, heart racing, covering her mouth.

“Oh,” he responded simply, looking at her with his brow furrowed some. Adrian wasn’t really sure how love even felt, or maybe he did but didn’t know it. All he could think to say was, “That’s awesome.”

That…was more than she expected from him, honestly. Truthfully, even if she didn’t intend to actually tell him she loved him, him saying it was awesome was a better reaction than she could have imagine. But she didn’t want to look at him, keeping her eyes down on her hands as she started to yank at the loose strings on her sweater.

They sat in silence for a long time, with her pulling the string of her sweater until her sleeve started to unravel. Now would be amazing time for him to day anything. But Adrian was sort of just watching her, hands resting in his lap as she pulled her clothing apart. However, he reached over and started pulling at another loose string on the bottom of her top.

“I know you don’t…really feel all those things,” she admitted as she pulled the string still. “So it’s okay if you don’t say it back, Adrian. I didn’t mean to say it in the first place.”

He reached over and grabbed his glasses, slipping them back on as he worked on the string on the hem of her shirt. “Can you tell me how it feels?”

“What do you mean?” She asked, finally looking up at him. The string was forgotten.

He had a handful of string tangled in between his fingers as he kept pulling, however. “I…well, I feel a lot of things when I’m with you. If you love me, maybe some of the things that make you love me are things I’ve felt. Then I can say it back and mean it.”

She watched him for a moment, slowly nodding as she ran a hand over her hair. “Uh, okay. Well…let’s start at the beginning then, right?”

He nodded, finally looking up at her. The blush that had creeped up his neck and over his cheeks was endearing; sweet. It briefly made her forget what they were doing with their lives. That he was a killer and that they were fighting aliens. That she was a Batkid, with more blood on her hands than even Adrian. She smiled at him softly, looking down for a moment before she finally figured out how to explain it.

“So we never actually like…established that you’re my boyfriend,” she started, taking the string from his hands now. She pulled it from one end but he held onto the other. “But you started sending me good morning texts. There were some days I thought you were trying to wake up before I did, because I always had one waiting —“

“Oh, I noticed you got up every day at seven,” he interrupted, looking up at her. “I just started setting my alarm for an hour before you usually got up.”

He said it so casually, like it was totally normal to do. She simply stared at him, unable to help the smile on her face. He probably didn’t even realize how sweet that was to hear, but she shook her head. The string in her hands started to wrap around his fingers as she continued speaking.

“Okay, so that made me feel really…I don’t know? It always makes me smile. I still get that woozy feeling in my stomach when I wake up to them,” she explained, looping the strings around each of his fingers. “Same when you send me your goodnight texts. Or when you send me memes. I don’t want to say I feel butterflies because fucking aliens ruined that but that’s what it is.”

“I definitely get butterflies when you’re around. Not the alien kind though,” he agreed, tugging at the strings to loosen them. “When we slept together for the first time —well, no I guess it was the second time; can you believe we did it twice in one day and didn’t even know it? That’s so fucking cool —you told me I was too good for the world. I thought I was going to puke when you said that. I thought I was gonna puke all night, honestly, because I was so excited you were even at my place.”

She chose to ignore his statement about that day, opting to say, “I stand by that statement; that you’re too good for this world.” The smile on his face only grew as he leaned in some. She continued, “When you were getting tortured by Goff, I had to look anywhere but you because…I was going to cry, honestly. Between finding out you were Vigilante and watching you get hurt, I was really overwhelmed because like…I don’t know. There was my boyfriend, possibly about to die. It didn’t matter that you were someone I had been fighting for months; in that moment, you were just Adrian and you were getting hurt and I couldn’t do anything. I was…terrified. Which says a lot, given I’ve been a superhero for the better part of a decade now.”

Adrian’s brow furrowed as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I had a nightmare you got killed because of Batman, and I woke up freaking the fuck out. Like covered in sweat and I was super shaky and I thought it was real.”

“Is that when you called me at three in the morning?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“I thought you were drunk,” she frowned deeply, untangling the strings now to redo her work. “You could have told me —“

“Ha, yeah okay. Like that wouldn’t have been super fucking lame.”

“It wouldn’t have been,” she reassured him, her hands freezing in place, letting the strings fall loose again. He realized she meant it, now nodding slowly. “Good. Okay, so you get butterflies and you worry about me. We can check those off the list.” She hesitated a moment, then pulled out her phone to show him the picture from Harcourt. “You see that smile, Adrian? Do you see how genuinely happy I look?” He nodded, zooming in the photo on her face. “I haven’t…really felt this happy ever. But this picture? This picture says more than I could ever explain.”

“You do smile a lot when you’re with me,” he pointed out, looking over the picture carefully. “I like when you smile at me.” He paused then immediately sat up straight. “Oh, actually, I thought someone stabbed me when you left that day after we were in the closet,” he quickly reminded her, frowning now at the memory. “I thought you were going to break up with me. You stopped smiling, and it freaked me out.”

“And you were upset that you hurt me; it scared you that I left,” she explained, looking back up at him. “It sounds like you’ve felt the same things I have about you.”

They sat there with her looping the strings around his fingers gently, silence surrounding them as Adrian thought back on everything he felt. It made sense, honestly. Deep down, he definitely should have realized that maybe he liked her more than just a little bit. He did jump in front of an explosion for her that day, after all. Actually, Adrian had definitely considered doing a lot of things for her to keep her safe.

“You don’t have to say it,” she reminded him, resting her hands on his now. “I just…I guess as long as you know how I feel, that’s what matters.”

“No,” he quickly said, cutting her off. “I want to say it. I think that’s how I feel. I want to keep you safe, and I like being around you a lot. And you make my heart all mushy and shit. That’s gotta be love, right?”

She nodded some in agreement, though she didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to risk influencing him anymore than probably already had.

“Say it again,” he ordered carefully, pulling his hands from the mess of strings. He turned to properly face her, looking down at her. Then he took her hands gently in his.

She took a deep breath, looking up at him now. He was smiling down at her —timidly; uncertain but willing. “I love you, Adrian.”

“I like it when you say my name,” he admitted but then cussed. “Shit. Okay. Try again. Say it again.”

She laughed, squeezing his hands. “Adrian, I love you —“

He groaned a bit, suddenly pulling her into a kiss by her cheeks. She laughed into the kiss, just as her hands rested over his on her face. Adrian pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. Okay. One more time.”

“I’m starting to think you just like hearing me say it,” she teased.

“Maybe I do,” he admitted, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “One more time. I swear.”

“I love you,” she repeated, her fingers wrapping around his wrists as he held her face in his hands.

Adrian bumped his nose against hers, taking a deep breath. “I love you too.”

“Say that again?” She teased again, a bright smile plastering itself across her face.

Adrian practically tackled her as he planted kisses over every visible surface he could touch. Anywhere he could get his mouth, he kissed over and over. Each kiss against her cheeks, her forehead, and jaw was punctuated with an ‘I love you,’ followed by more kisses. When he finally pressed a kiss to her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers ran through the curls at the base of his head, and her lips parted just enough for him to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Fuck, if this was love —Adrian didn’t want to feel anything else ever again.

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