“Ben,” she says, dropping the towel. His hair is damp and sticking up everywhere, a larg
“Ben,” she says, dropping the towel. His hair is damp and sticking up everywhere, a large hunk of it falling in his right eye. She moves it out of the way and follows through to caress his ear. “Can I kiss you again?” His eyes widen and he nods. “Wretched, Joyful” by dietplainliteI commissioned @holnnes to depict a scene from my canon divergent hurt/comfort fic “Wretched, Joyful.” As always Nicole is amazing to work with and super fast and I love how she captured the characters and their intimacy. -- source link
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