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The Nine Year Wait
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: Lazytown belongs to Lazytown Inc and was created by Magnus Scheving. I'm writing this
for entertainment only. I'm only borrowing his characters for a while and this means no harm!
Captain Nimrod and Gretchen belong to me!
Author notes: This is a one shot piece that I'm writing to practice a Sporta/Stephanie romance. I
hope you like it! WAFF warning!
All those summers she had come, and the few times she had stayed after her father had passed away
were times where she most needed him and they'd been there. However, when she had turned 14
everything had changed. Her mother remarried, and her stepfather had moved to Philadelphia.
Stephanie found it harder to make it out to see Lazytown during the summers. The last time she had
come for the summer was when she was 16.
Sportacus and the others had not seen her for two whole years. Now she was looking at colleges and
had been admitted to Intellectual City's four-year college on a field hockey scholarship.
Nevertheless she intended to study voice and dance. Her voice and dancing had earned her places on
stage in New York and other productions. The latest had been a travelling production of Les
Miserables where she substituted for Eponine. Her friends called her the pink songbird, and she had
let her hair grown long and lustrous. What little makeup she had on today was just enough to enhance
the curve of her face.
A new generation of children needed to be kept from trouble. At least five or six. Trixie and Stingy
were going steady, and Ziggy was still discovering the world of dating himself. Pixel had a girl
that he was interested in the next town, Whisperville named Priscilla or Cilla for short who liked
computers as much as he did. Everyone seemed to be getting together except her.
Now as she was getting ready to move into her uncle's home for college she had run into her friends
who had brought all sorts of congratulations gifts? They had then gone onto their usual business
before the small celebration that Miss Busybody was holding for Stephanie. A longtime friend of
hers, Gretchen Lidenbrock sat with Stephanie around the kitchen table. Both of them leafed through
photos from Stephanie's album. For at least three years, Stephanie had come to live full-time in
Lazytown when her parents had gone missing. However, it turned out her mother was alive although her
father had not survived the plane crash. At the age of 14 Stephanie left Lazytown to live with her
mother and new stepfather, leaving her friends behind.
Sportacus and Gretchen had dated for a few years, but the gold ring on Miss Lidenbrock's finger said
things had changed. A letter that had been folded and crinkled told the story and Stephanie laughed
as she looked through more of the pictures.
"You look so good in that dress," Gretchen smiled.
"I remember your wedding dress," said Stephanie with a smile. She gently nudged Gretchen's
hand and the two of them giggled.
"My husband was so nervous when he stood at the altar that Sportacus was sure that he would
drop the ring," said Gretchen.
"I can't believe you've been married for three years already," said Stephanie with a grin.
"But I thought you were going back to Germany."
"My liebling passed on his position to my brother, and we moved back here. He takes care of
Whisperville and Eaglecrest town, remember?" Gretchen reminded her.
"As a matter of fact," Gretchen said with a slight smile.
"That's just the thing, you and Sportacus I thought you would get together. I always wondered
what changed your mind…"
"Sportacus was someone I grew to love. But in opening myself up to him I realized there was
another that I had loved just as much for so many years. But because I was too young I was afraid to
let him now my feelings. He and I were only ten years apart in age but it might as well have been
centuries," she chuckled.
"And now you're Mrs. Lidenbrock-Nimrod?" she asked. "That's a mouthful."
"He had seen the woman I had grown into, and loved me. All the years when I was teaching and at
school, he wished he could look past the little girl in the durndel. Then when he and Sportacus
worked together on that one disaster that happened in Reykjavik, several heroes were trying to save
Sportacus village from a lava flood. Captain Nimrod and my brother worked together with Sportacus
"When I thought that both of them were gone, I wasn't sure what to think. I had gone after them
knowing when the eruption would happen. However, the course was diverted and I just had to get there
to tell them. Fortunately, I was saved before the lava reached me. But when I saw the look on his
face when he held me in his arms… I realized he had loved me all along. And I never gave him
a chance because I figured he'd always see me as a child," Gretchen murmured.
A knock sounded at the door, and she stood up. Stephanie moved over to answer it and saw two figures
standing behind it. Tall and thin, the angular figure wearing a broad brimmed hat with a feather
tucked into it dropped a bow. His sharp nose and hazel eyes gave him the appearance of a hawk, his
graying curly hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Strung over his back were both a
compound bow unstrung and a crossbow with a quiver. The tails of his anachronistic coat came to his
knees, his red vest sewed with rose buttons and floral trim to the pockets. Black pants were tucked
into the tops of knee length boots, giving him the appearance of a pirate with a modern flair. That
graceful beard under the slicked moustache added dignity. The buckle of his bandoleer strap was
rectangular and glittered with a Roman numeral VIII across it.
"A bouquet of flowers for the young woman who's graduated!" Captain Nimrod himself said,
dropping a bow and grabbing Stephanie's hand to kiss it. He doffed his hat and Stephanie opened the
"Thank you," Stephanie giggled. "They're very pretty!"
"Liebling what are you doing HERE? I thought you'd meet me at the get together later!"
Gretchen gasped as she rose from her chair and stood by a rather amused Stephanie.
"I happened to be visiting someone ELSE who gave me a ride here. Someone ELSE who knows that
this lovely lady is home for the summer," Captain Nimrod said in a crisp German accent.
Stepping aside the German hero revealed someone else. Behind him stood a slightly shorter figure in
snug blue and white striped sports gear. The vest with the number 10 emblazoned on the back was
hooked together with a badge holding a crystal and a number 10. The second cast a pair of
crystalline blue eyes and smiled under his moustache. He carried a basket of sports candy.
"Stephanie!" Sportacus laughed, a smile splitting his face. Rushing through the door he
swept her up and swung her around.
"Sportacus! Where were you HIDING! I was wondering if you'd left!" Stephanie laughed,
hugging him tightly around the neck. Like a banner her pink hair swept out in a half arc as they
hugged. Captain Nimrod strode over and slid his arm around his wife's waist, watching the two of
"You really didn't have to chase me," Gretchen blushed.
"I enjoy the hunt, liebchen. You know that."
"So it was YOU who kept Sportacus busy till Stephanie unpacked! And she thought he was away on
a mission elsewhere!" she slapped his velvet sleeve.
"Mmm, she's very surprised," he whispered.
Sportacus held onto Stephanie with one arm around her waist, and with his other hand clutched the
basket wrapped in silver and blue cellophane. Stephanie still clung to the bouquet of white roses
that the Captain had given her as she felt herself crushed to Sportacus chest.
"You tricked me!" she pouted as Sportacus set her down. "Uncle said you flew your
airship on a mission with the Captain and…"
"I couldn't resist the look on your face Stephanie," Sportacus blinked. "Happy
"Thank you," she said taking the basket of fruit. Setting it down on the table, she
carried the flowers in. "I need to put these in water…."
"Allow me," Gretchen said, taking the bouquet as the Captain took the fruit and placed it
near the other gifts left there.
"It was his idea," the Captain said smoothly, setting his hat under his arm and inclining
his head to Sportacus.
"But you were the one who kept an eye on things for the RIGHT moment," said Sportacus back
to his former teacher.
"You have lots to catch up on. We'll see you later at the graduation party," Gretchen said
as she hugged Stephanie.
"Oh no, we have intruded enough," the Captain winked. He gave Sportacus a meaningful look,
which made the sports elf a bit nervous. Kissing Stephanie's hand the Captain left as Sportacus gave
Gretchen an affectionate hug. Then both of them waved goodbye and exited the door. Oddly enough, the
chestnut brown horse standing near the house did not surprise Stephanie. Nor did the hovering
"Wow, I can't believe it's been two years," Sportacus said as Stephanie closed the door.
"You've gotten taller!"
"And you're still wearing your hat indoors," Stephanie teased him. "Captain Nimrod
knew to take his off!"
"Well the Mayor never complained," said Sportacus. "But if you insist."
"Only if you want to," Stephanie said with her eyes a bit wide. "I was only
"Welcome back Stephanie. I wish I could have been to your graduation,” he said quickly.
Her heart pounded in her chest despite her effort to slow it down.
"I know I live miles away from here by train. I would have loved you to come. But with all the
pictures and such it was hard to tear myself away," she murmured. She wandered in the kitchen,
grabbing the pitcher of ice tea out of the fridge.
"Why don't we have some iced tea… and I'll catch you up," Stephanie said.
"Unsweetened I hope," Sportacus said, reaching for two glasses out of the top shelf. He
placed them down while Stephanie poured two glasses, then turned to get ice from the freezer. Soon
they were sitting at the table looking through her photo album. Sportacus pulled his chair so he sat
next to her and could look more closely at the pictures by leaning over one shoulder. Seeing she was
suddenly so serious, Sportacus gave a small smirk. Reaching around her he suddenly grabbed a piece
of fruit and shoved it in her face.
"HEY!" Stephanie giggled.
"I bet you can't get this lovely piece of sports candy away!" he grinned.
"I double dare you!" he grinned.
Stephanie laughed as Sportacus his hand snaked out to snatch it away. Hefting his hand above his
head, he chuckled to see her straining on tiptoes to grab for it. Slightly he angled his arm,
feeling her hand grab his shoulder so she could push down and leap again. Then he spun out of the
way, twirling around to twist his arm holding the fruit behind his back. To the left she dodged,
then the right, trying to catch up with him.
"You are going to get it, Sportacus!” she panted. Mischievously his blue eyes twinkled.
They wrestled with the fruit a bit more, and Gretchen did not stop to think that she was actually
enjoying physical activity. It was all a silly innocent game.
“Thought I'd get you moving… hah!" Sportacus laughed glee in his handsome
“Come BACK here with that!” she gasped, and then lunged forwards. Slightly turned to the
side Sportacus leapt out the way. Then she whirled around to charge him again. Although he
sidestepped, she accidentally stepped in his way, tangling her foot around his booted one. A solid
muscular leg clad in spandex landed against hers, and she found herself loosing balance.
“Whoops,” he said. His arm shot out to grab her around the waist as she shot forwards
toward the table. The last thing he wanted was for her to slip and crash into the table or counter.
“Hey give me that you!” she yelped, snatching at the pear again when he held his arm way
to the side and still held her at his hip with his other hand. Reaching around she grabbed his
muscular arm. Both their chests pressed together so the warmth of their bodies became apparent. For
his part Sportacus appeared just as surprised as she, for his hot breath drifted into her face.
Caught against his body she stopped with shock. No sooner had she grabbed his arm then Sportacus
accidentally let go of the fruit. He dodged down to rescue it at the same time she did. They tripped
over one another's legs, Sportacus leaning back for the apple and thrusting his body forwards like a
volleyball player making a save.
“I've got it,” he gasped. Simultaneously Stephanie lunged forwards.
His fist closed around the pear, but the floor crashed hard and cold under his back. He had landed
easily enough, realizing instinctively that she was going to fall. Rather then let her hit the floor
he had broken her nasty spill with his own body. That explained why he had a soft warm girl in his
arms. Soft breasts pressed tightly to a well-muscled chest, the lump of his numeral 10 badge digging
into her throat.
“I told you I'd get it,” he answered. Confusion filled his blue eyes to see her blushing
awkwardly. The tips of her toes just hit his ankles while he cocked his head up to peer into her
surprised face. On either side of his cheeks her pink hair hung down like a curtain. Her body
stiffened. Unconsciously his left hand wrapped around her waist to hold her but it would not' let
“Whoops guess I need to work on my dance routine,” she grunted, gently pushing up from
him with a hand on the floor and the other braced on his chest. Her other hand slipped and brushed
past his cap and goggles.
“No harm done. I'm not hurt and you don't seem hurt, so why worry?” he asked. For a
moment, she enjoyed the feel of his body spread beneath hers. He was not that much taller then she,
perhaps a bit more then average height for a human male. Every muscle was economized and solidly
built, for his frame and stature.
“You didn't have to take a dive for that sports candy! I bought plenty at the market,”
Effortlessly he sat up, angling her with him so she sat on one muscled thigh. Still she blushed,
unable to will herself to move because she fluttered between embarrassment and desire. She did not
want to get up just yet because Sportacus had yet to complain about her sitting practically in his
lap. Was he that oblivious to what this seemed to be? To make matters more awkward he handed her the
pear nonchalantly with a polite smile. On the floor lay his hat and goggles, and she saw his short
hair falling lazily around his handsome face. Without the cap, he looked younger still, his slightly
pointed ears lost in the lengthening bangs. The back was partly shaved, but the hair on top was
slightly long and the bangs hid his forehead like his goggles had done.
"I did get carried away but you were having so much fun I didn't want to spoil it," he
said letting go of her hand. She looked away with a slight pink flush coming over her freckled skin.
He had seen her up close, staring into dark brown eyes that gleamed. Having grown her pink hair out
of its bob, Sportacus had to agree that Stephanie's face was nicely framed by it.
“You sure you are okay, Stephanie?” he asked her. Worry crossed his face, wrinkling his
brows over the blue eyes she could not tear her gaze from.
"Yes. I am not hurt or anything," she said quickly. Part of her was waiting to see if he
even noticed how close they were together, or if he even understood what was the natural progression
of a man accidentally having a woman in his arms so close to him. Would he continue to see her as a
girl, or would he notice that she was a woman?
"We can't be too careful with a fall like that, Stephanie," he murmured absently, trying
to steady the pulse that suddenly was racing.
He threw her other arm around his neck, and then clasped his arms under her back and knees. With no
effort, he stood up with her cradled in his arms before setting her on her feet again. Being so
close to a woman, a human woman gave him small shivers that were much like the rush he got from
working out. Not to mention his pulse rate and breathing were matching when he loved to move.
Nevertheless, how could he get such symptoms of a hard workout from standing still? He had danced
with Stephanie many times since the summers she had visited. Now that she had graduated from high
school and gotten a driver's license, she had not always come back here to Lazytown.
"Sportacus, here's your hat," she said, pointing down.
"Whoops, how did THAT come off," he muttered. Stephanie leaned over and grabbed the cap
before he could, then held it out to him. Sportacus reached over and took it from her shyly, his
hands brushing hers.
"Thanks," he nodded. "Are you sure you're all right?"
Shivering she bit into the pear. “No harm done. I'm not bruised and neither is the
fruit,” she blurted out. Sportacus panted and nodded, still giving her that curious confused
look that she found adorable. Tucking his cap and goggles into a pocket of his vest for a change, he
flashed her a winning smile.
“Good I'm glad you like them. I only pick the best you know," He said. Pulling out the
chair, he helped her sit down again and look at the album once more.
Her face flushed as she thought of the high school prom. Pixel had stepped in when her date had
broken up with her, and she was grateful to him. He had spent the night at her place then left the
following day. Although she knew he had feelings for her, she had been torn up after her last
boyfriend Kevin had broken it off.
"Something wrong, Stephanie?" Sportacus asked, reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind
"I can't fool you for a minute can I?" she sighed, and then settled into a chair.
Sportacus turned the nearest one around and sat straddling it. His feet bounced a bit despite his
best effort to stop them from moving. At this, Stephanie blushed.
"You must have heard from Pixel about the prom," she guessed. Sportacus nodded.
"I saw the picture of you and Pixel as I walked in. You make a nice couple," he said.
"Well he's sweet but I just… damn," Stephanie murmured, wiping away a tear.
"You can tell me anything," Sportacus said softly, reaching out to take her hand.
"His name was Kevin. He was supposed to take me to the prom, not Pixel. I was singing a few of
the songs with the band. I think Kevin got jealous of some of the attention the fans were giving me
when I was at the rehearsals. Because two weeks before he broke up with me, and I was stuck with two
"I'm sorry," Sportacus said, squeezing her had that lay on the table.
"Well, it got worse," she muttered biting into another apple violently. She swallowed
hard, then glanced back into the concerned face of her lifelong friend.
"How worse? Did he hurt you in any way?" Sportacus asked. The protective gleam in his blue
eyes made her heart skip beats, but she tried not to show it.
"Sportacus, don't kill him or put snakes in his bed! He took another girl to the prom, that's
all. I figured he wouldn't want to miss the most important night of his life," she grumbled.
"Had he been seeing her all along?"
"I heard some of my friends talking. My best friend Stacey felt horrible because she and Carlie
had seen Kevin last summer with a girl named Celia. And Celia worked as a lifeguard at the pool
where Kevin did. It's only natural that he probably went to her when I was not… good enough
"Stephanie that's ridiculous! Don't you dare ever say that! If anything YOU were too good for
him!" Sportacus growled. She blinked in surprise at the sound from his throat.
"That's sweet of you, but what he said still hurts. I'm glad that Pixel was there, because he
made sure I laughed and had fun. And Kevin and Celia were slow dancing right in front of all of us.
Especially when I had to sing the slow dance numbers."
"I don't think I care for this man. If you brought him here, I don't think even Robbie Rotten
would like him," said Sportacus darkly.
"Robbie Rotten? Come on," she laughed.
"Well he HAS seen pictures of you in his sneaking around. And I have seen him mumble something
about 'Pinkie's grown up'," Sportacus said softly. "I caught him trying to steal a picture
from this home of you at your Sweet Sixteen party."
"You're kidding me," she said, giving him a shove across the table.
"You've grown up nicely," he murmured, looking at her. Still he clasped her hand and his
eyes searched her face for something that made Stephanie feel hot blood flushing in her cheeks.
Grabbing his hand and giving it a soft kiss, she murmured thanks.
"I ate my sports candy and did my workouts," she teased.
"Good. Wouldn't have expected any less," Sportacus nodded. "I know this sounds rather
silly but if Pixel couldn't have taken you, you could have asked me."
"You're kidding me," Stephanie laughed. "You wouldn't want to spend time with a bunch
"I did here," Sportacus returned, pretending to look hurt.
"I mean teenagers," she answered.
"Well I know it's a bit late, but I figured you should know I was willing to, as a
friend," said Sportacus.
"It would have been sweet of you," she smiled. "Always coming to my rescue."
"That's my job," Sportacus nodded with a sweet smile that made Stephanie melt inside.
Something came over her and she leaned over. Softly she pecked his cheek and then leaned back in her
"Thank you, Sportacus," she whispered. Reaching up Sportacus touched his cheek where she
had kissed it, rubbing at the oily substance.
"Oops, that's lipstick," Stephanie groaned, reaching for a napkin. She rubbed at his cheek
but Sportacus chuckled.
“Your face always lights up when you smile Stephanie. It's good to see again,” Sportacus
"So does yours," she said, looking shyly away. "I um… I…"
"What's wrong Stephanie?" he asked. "Now you're off in left field again."
"I just feel guilty I hadn't been here for two years. I never told you about Kevin," she
"You DID write me often enough," said Sportacus. "I've kept all your letters."
"I've put them into a scrap book like this one," he said. "But you look like you
could use something else after all this time."
"I haven't given you a proper hug since you came. And you owe me," he teased. Standing up
they both walked into each other's arms.
Sportacus was a bit surprised at the sudden kiss on his cheek but a hug was something he understood.
After all, he hugged Stephanie all the time and she was his best friend. So when he slid his arms
around her and returned the hug, she laid her head against his shoulder. It felt good to be held by
the sports elf, even if he was doing it out of a need of platonic comfort. He quite liked the way
her hand slid around and stroked his shoulders and her hot breath fanned his sensitive earlobe. As
good as it felt when Stephanie hugged him as a child; having a full-grown woman hold him in her arms
was extremely pleasant.
"You smell different, Stephanie," he murmured, then hit himself for that stupid crack.
"You always smell like the outdoors, and fresh air, like the sort you breathe when
skiing," she answered. Safe and comfortable in his arms she pushed away memories of Kevin. She
tried to fight the tears on her face. Feeling her tense, Sportacus looked down and pulled back.
"It's all right to cry," he said, noticing her tears.
"I'm a big girl," she said. "It's nothing."
"Don't play THAT kind of game with me Stephanie. I know you too well," Sportacus said,
cupping her face in his hand.
"He… he called me a band slut. I mean what sort of a jerk would… I mean it's not
MY fault I like to dance and sing!" Stephanie sniffled bitterly.
"That man was an idiot," Sportacus snorted. "Hardly a man, just a boy. He did not
deserve a woman… I mean a young lady like you," he said brushing her cheek lightly with
the back of his hand. Stephanie caught the slip, and swallowed hard. Her eyes focussed on his, and
she realized that in all the years she had known Sportacus he had not aged a day. Still he looked
young and strong as he did ten years ago when they'd first met.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Sportacus smiled at her sweetly, his blue eyes fixing directly into hers. "I wouldn't say it if
it weren't true, Stephanie. I HAVE missed you."
Undone, she swallowed hard and squeezed him tightly. Sportacus held her close, rubbing her back and
pressing soft kisses to her temple. Breathing deeply Stephanie lifted her face and peered into his
eyes that she could lose herself in forever. Sportacus wiped away the tears with his strong callused
fingertips. He seemed to be waiting again for something. Just what Stephanie did not know? Old
feelings that she had long sealed away bubbled up when she saw the concern in Sportacus' face. That
way in which he slightly frowned and creased his brow tugged at her memory because that same
expression graced his face when he saw Robbie Rotten trying to sabotage her dance. So long ago it
had been that it seemed worlds away and yet Sportacus looked the same as her memories told her.
Stephanie slid her hand at the back of his head while lightly pushing the bangs out of his face with
her other hand. Sportacus arms wrapped around her waist securely. She realized she didn't have to
lean up on tiptoes to look into his face for her lips reached just at the level of his collarbone
and her eyes at the level of his lips. Then her left hand reached down to grasp his shoulder while
she quickly leaned up and hung hard by the hand around his neck. Blue eyes widened with surprise at
the contact of her soft lips against his firmly. For a full minute of shock he stood stiffly,
letting Stephanie's mouth move across his and his moustache tickled her lips. Then it registered
that it was Stephanie kissing him and pressing her soft breasts into his hard muscular chest. The
very same little girl who had once idolized him now worshipped him not with words but loving
caresses. The force she put into that desperate tight squeeze around his neck told him she was
Just as he fell into the kiss and responded, Stephanie pulled back. Shock and shame filled her face
and Sportacus thought she was going to burst into tears again. She seemed to try to pull away, but
his arms did not want to release her. Grasping her tightly he pulled her against his chest and
leaned down to kiss her back. Stephanie's shocked squeal was lost in Sportacus strong mouth claiming
hers. Leaning backwards a bit, Sportacus let Stephanie's neck rest on his hand and his other wrapped
around her waist to caress the small of her back. Long locked away desires poured into his kiss,
trying to tell Stephanie that he did not want her to run away or be frightened of the realization of
Stephanie jolted in shock, realizing that Sportacus was kissing her with all the grace and passion
of an adult. Was she more terrified that he did not pull away then her fear of him rejecting the one
kiss? He felt her pushing against him and let her go their mouths parting and Stephanie breathing
hard with a dazed look in her brown eyes.
"Oh my gosh," Stephanie stammered.
"Didn't I do that right?" he asked innocently enough. Stephanie blinked her head spinning
and her knees growing weak.
"I thought you'd think I was a silly girl… I…" she stammered.
"Shh, it's all right," he hushed her, pressing a kiss to her brow. "I'd be blind not
to notice that you're a beautiful lady, Stephanie. And if you do not want this, please tell me now.
I do not want to frighten you or push you…"
"You want me…" Stephanie gasped. Sportacus nodded and gave her a serious piercing
"I have missed you, Stephanie. And the thought of someone hurting you like that boy did just
proved that this is right. This feels right. Unless you do not' feel the same way," he said
with a helpless look.
"All this time I was so scared that you'd just pat my head and push me away like I'm a kid and
that you were too old for me," she whispered.
"You're 18 Stephanie. A woman, and a beautiful one at that. And the last thing I want is to see
you hurt. I wanted so badly to protect you, keep you here. Now that you're back, I'm afraid…
"Sportacus, you're scared?"
"That if you leave again I will never see you again, Stephanie," Sportacus whispered.
"You probably noticed I haven't changed much while you've blossomed. I was afraid that if you
knew that I did not age like… others did… that you would not want…"
"I've waited and dreamed many times that you'd take me in your arms and kiss me like
this," she whispered placing her forehead to his chin. "And now that you
"It's far better then I ever could have imagined," she chuckled, feeling happiness flood
her body. She leaned her head against his shoulder and felt his heart beating against hers. Yet the
fear still permeated. Suddenly Kevin and her life in the other state seemed so far away and gone.
Brown eyes sparkled with that same light Sportacus remembered as a child.
"So, would you do me the honor of letting me take you to your graduation party?" Sportacus
asked, offering his elbow to her.
"I'm hardly dressed for it!"
"I'll wait," Sportacus said. "If you want to go get changed now we can go over
together. Or would you rather come with Trixie and…"
"I'll only be a half hour or so," Stephanie assured him. She leaned up and kissed his lips
again, and he inhaled her unique scent. Then she rushed into the hallway to the room she used when
she had visited all those years.
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