[His arms wrap around her waist and tug her close, so close she can surely feel the flutter of his racing heart. This is good, very good. Better than when they were married, because this is real. It's him and it's her and it's real, isn't it? Is it real this time?
At least, it must be as real as their day on the rooftop, before the Quarter Quell. It has to be at least that real. Her mouth is hot and her lips are warm and dry, so it feels real. Even if she goes cold again in a second, let this be real.]
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At least, it must be as real as their day on the rooftop, before the Quarter Quell. It has to be at least that real. Her mouth is hot and her lips are warm and dry, so it feels real. Even if she goes cold again in a second, let this be real.]