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    Laura's a quiet lover. Much like in her day-to-day life, she goes about things with a certain stillness and serenity that feel just out of touch. She smiles a lot, attentive to every detail. Her lovemaking is confident and deliberate, but her touch is kind and caring as it leaves goosebumps in its wake — eager to please but without any of the usual desperation. Selfless.

    Bradley, however, is all passion. She's movement and sweat. She sets up camp in the lewdness of it, makes it her home. She's loud and responsive, drawing her life force directly from the ever-growing warmth in the pit of her stomach. The blush on her chest stains her pale skin. She's both rough around the edges and soft to the fingertips. A series of curse words, of pleas for more, and a crass, contradictory mixture of “oh, daddy” and “baby, please” right before the rapture.

    It's a raging fire that Laura has no interest in putting out.

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    Flowers, like tattoos, carried a hidden meaning. A second language, if you will.

    Or: the one where Clarke Griffin owns a tattoo studio next to Lexa's flower shop, and it turns out the two aren't so disparate after all.

    Note: Completed now, updated stuff is in Chapter two.

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    A tiny change in words, a minute beat, and Héloïse spills forward, a mess of hands. She slides her hand into Marianne’s hair- half-wet, she must have bathed while Héloïse was reading- and bares her teeth to her. Marianne doesn’t look scared. Why would she? ‘You dance at the Bolshoi,’ she had said, a tacit unspoken understanding. Héloïse had flinched, maybe, or something had given her away. Not a Bolshoi dancer. You dance at the Bolshoi.

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