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And there they are.

The place looks a bit cleaner than the last time he saw it.

She had time to clean.

She might just breathe in when he kisses her, and the hand at his hip goes up to flutter at the juncture of neck and jaw.

She kisses him slow and long and leisurely, in the same easy time with the sway of the rest of the garden.

It's quite amazing that he lives through it.

*The hand at her back finds its way under the hem of her shirt, palm splayed against the small of her back.

The only thing that doesn't keep time with the with the kisses and the trees, is his heartbeat.*

She can feel his pulse through his lips, his belly, his hands...

Slowly, slowly, she breaks the kiss, and looks him in the eyes, fingertips resting on the exquisitely sensitive flesh below the ear.

"You alright?"

*His head drops back to the hammock and he looks up at her. There are stars in his eyes.*

as rain.

*A look of concern flashes across his face.

you?

She brushes hair from his forehead with tiny movements of her fingers, and smiles.

"Perfect."

She looks down at him with a smile that's almost sleepy-- maybe it's contentment.

*He smiles a small smile. His normal smile, not the madcap one from before.*

i think that's the sweetest word i ever heard, right there. come'on, get comfy. ain't everyday you get to nap. should enjoy while you can...

Maybe it is.

She starts to say something, but is interrupted by a yawn.

She snuggles down to rest her head on his chest, and listens to the rhythm of his pulse, the sway of the trees, the murmur of the brook, the soft susurration of the wind in the grass...

The sun is warm, and her brother is whole.

And so this small part of Death slips into sleep with absolute contentment.

*In truth, Raph isn't all that tired....but that won't stop him from drifting off to sleep. One part training, one part sloth, he just can't help but get sleep when ever he has the chance for it. Never know when that chance will happen again.

Before his eyes become too heavy to hold up he gives the hammock another good rock. Swaying leisurely in the breeze, he too drifts off to sleep.

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