Noah Evans (
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Noah and Sarah head back to their loft after the night at the bar where they see friends (and not so friends), and Sarah heals him from the fight he'd gotten into earlier in the night, and they dance and talk about a future they can both see, and have incredible sex in the bathroom. It's already been a fantastic night in Noah's opinion, but there's always something special about coming home.
It's what the loft is to him now.
It's home.
He can't remember the last time he felt like he had a home. Maybe when he was really little.
He unlocks the door, holding the door open for him as he reaches for her hand to lead her inside, with that smirky, self satisfied look on his face. There's the feeling of the pick against his chest, and it still fills him with indescribable warmth.
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His gaze drifts to her mouth too as he takes another bite of the cake when she offers it out to him, and he licks his lips because it's delicious.
"I can picture you loving it intensely like I would've loved taking on the dinos, and you, little moon, would have answered the mysteries behind the stars," he says as his fingertips drift lovingly through her hair, and then he moves as his gaze is still affixed to her mouth. His hand drags down the back of her body as he pulls her to him, and he leans in, capturing her mouth with his own and deepening the kiss against her mouth.
Noah sets the cake aside, because it's not the cake he's hungry for anymore. It's her, and this is exactly where he belongs here with her as he presses her back against the couch. His hand drags up her side and over her breast, claiming her.
Always, always claiming her.
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