nike-ravus:

This one got rather long! But that’s what AUs do (Also, don’t feel you need to restrict prompts to Kalex and E2, I am happy to contemplate anything. Ahem, supersanvers & MJY in particular :P)

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Alex could not look away. Her chest caught tight, like parachute silk suddenly strained to bursting with wind. The waterfall tumble of golden hair, the ducked head and shy smile, the blueness of her eyes beneath dark lashes, the creamy softness of her skin. How was Alex supposed to breathe in the face of that. And her kindness, the warm press of her hand as Alex made her confession.

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