[Elliot's hand went back to John's hip, kissing him back. This felt weird, weirder than anything else. It was a warm and affectionate kiss. It wasn't quiet like those others that they had shared. There was something intimate about it that startled Elliot.]
Tired? [He murmured against his lips, the fingers of his hand not on his hip moved back into his hair again in a gentle stroke.]
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Tired? [He murmured against his lips, the fingers of his hand not on his hip moved back into his hair again in a gentle stroke.]