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“Stef?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m falling in love with you.”
Stef exhaled and curled his head into the curve of Jav’s neck.
He moved on top of him again and his back shuddered as he pulled Jav’s legs around his waist. “Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered. “Now hold still. Don’t fall anymore.
Just be right here in love with me.”
SLQ summed up what A Plump of Woodcocks is all about perfectly - 'But at the end of the day, it’s these two. Writing them always feels like coming home'. It's the two of them, at home - whether it's pure, shameless, smut or at their most vulnerable and honest and open - it is Jav and Stef - Friends, lovers, mates and husbands - with every fiber of their being, wholly in love - Truebloods in love. 🥺🥺
“You’re mine,” he said. “Good, bad or twisted. Once you walk into our place, all of it’s mine. I know what to do with it.”
Stef’s fingers curled in the sheets. “Javi.”
“They don’t get any more of you. Not you best, not your worst. You’re home and it all belongs to me now. Say it.”
“It’s yours.”
“Which parts of it?”
“All of it. It all belongs to you.”
“Who else can get to you right now?”
“Nobody.”
It is a special couple that makes you want to revisit them time and time again - so in love, so in tune, so perfect together - through the rough times and the special times - they have each other's back and each other's hearts - forever devoted - forever belonging - tender or soft - rough or passionate - 'loving you is so fucking easy'. Why wouldn't it be? When they're the ones they've been searching for all along, and finally found each other... ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹
“Stef turned his face, eyes closed. “There’s no one else I can bring it to,” he whispered. “My whole life . . . you’ve been the only one I can tell.”
“I’m gonna keep being that only one. Every day. The rest of your life.”
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