[She doesn't want to be upright. Reclining is better, somehow, even though Alucard's kisses are even better still, and so when he pulls her into his arms she sort of half-swoons into them, slumping sideways so that he's left cradling her in a position not unlike a princess carry, except that her legs are still tucked beneath her instead of hooked over his forearm.
It hurts to move. It hurts more to be separated from him, even for an instant.]
I love you too.
[Je t’aime, je t’aime, je suis amoureuse de toi. The words spill like a waterfall from her lips, each syllable cascading into the next.]
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It hurts to move. It hurts more to be separated from him, even for an instant.]
I love you too.
[Je t’aime, je t’aime, je suis amoureuse de toi. The words spill like a waterfall from her lips, each syllable cascading into the next.]
You know I do.