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On a street corner in Chicago, two figures stop walking to catch their breath.

It's not that walking is so very exhausting; it's that both of them are laughing hard.

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Her back arches under his hands, just a touch, and then stiffens abruptly --

"--wait--"

She doesn't pull away. Tension trembling in every taut line of her body, head down in the crook of his shoulder, she swallows and breathes, swallows and breathes. And doesn't pull away.

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His eyes snap open. He stares, unmoving, over her shoulder, gauging the feel of her body against his own.

(Usually she says something sooner than this.)

"Waiting," he murmurs, his brow furrowing.

(She hasn't put away his hands.)

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It's not the fire. The fire's under control. It's the panic again.

Charlie takes one more deep breath and holds it. Forces the muscles in her back, her arms, her stomach, to relax. Lifts her head.

(And there had come a night when they got through it.)

"I'm all right," she whispers, and it's more determination than reassurance. "I'm good."

(Later there came a night when it was all right.)

She brings her arms back up around him, twining her fingers into his hair, setting her thumbs against his jawline.

(Then, suddenly, a night when it was glorious.)

Soft and tentative: "...Let me drive, okay?"

(dance, little sister, dance)

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He pulls back, examines her face.

("I ought to warn you, I'm not the type who--")

She means every word.

(yes I said yes I will Yes)

Prometheus grins. "Do your worst, lady."

And he leans in to spark another kiss.

* * *

They get room service several hours after waking up the next morning.