Tonks' body was still pressed tight against Harry's, her sweat-slick skin sticking to his as they sprawled on the couch. Her legs draped over his lap, one hand lazily tracing circles on his chest while the other tangled in his messy hair. The air was thick with the scent of them—sweat, arousal, and that faint sweet hint of her shampoo.
Harry's hands roamed her back, his fingers digging into her arse, pulling her closer as their lips met in another slow, hungry kiss. The movie was just white noise now, the explosions and shouting a distant hum compared to the soft gasps and murmurs filling the Dursleys' living room.
"Merlin, Harry," Tonks mumbled against his mouth, her voice low and rough. "You're gonna ruin me for anyone else, you know that?" She nipped his bottom lip, her fingers tightening in his hair. "That was… bloody intense."
Harry grinned, his hands squeezing her arse as he kissed her back, hard and needy. "Good. Don't want anyone else getting this." His voice was thick with a mix of post-orgasmic haze and raw desire. He slid one hand up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple that was still hard from earlier. "You're too much, Nym. I'm already hard again."
She laughed, the sound throaty and teasing, and shifted to straddle him properly, her bare pussy brushing his cock. "Oh, you're ready for round two, huh? Greedy." She rolled her hips, slow and teasing, coating him in her wetness again. "Fuck, you feel good. Got me all worked up still."
Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she teased him. "You're one to talk. Look at you—fucking gorgeous and grinding on me like that." He leaned forward, catching her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. "Keep that up, and I'm not gonna last long."
Tonks arched into him, her hands bracing on his shoulders. "Oh, don't you dare finish early," she teased, her voice breathy. "I want more of you, Harry. Wanna feel you lose it again." She rocked harder, her slick folds sliding along his length, and the heat of her wet pussy was driving him wild.
His hands roamed her body, one staying on her breast, squeezing and kneading, while the other slid down to her arse, guiding her movements. "You're killing me," he muttered, pulling back to look at her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, and those dark purple eyes were heavy with want. "Nym, I—fuck, I don't even know how to say this, but… what is this? Us?"
Tonks slowed her hips, her expression softening as she leaned in, resting her forehead against his. Her breath was warm against his lips, and she cupped his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks. "Yeah, I was wondering when you'd ask that," she said, her voice quieter now, but still warm. "You're sweet, Harry. And this—this is fucking amazing. You feel it, don't you?"
Harry nodded, his heart pounding. "Yeah. It's… it's more than just this, isn't it?" He gestured vaguely at their naked bodies, his hands still on her. "I mean, I want this—fuck, I want you so bad—but I… I like you, Nym. A lot."
She smiled, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—hesitation, maybe. She kissed him softly, her lips lingering before she pulled back. "I like you too, Harry. A whole lot. You're… you're bloody special, you know that? Not just the Boy Who Lived crap—you. The way you look at me, the way you touch me. It's… it's fucking awesome."
His chest tightened, hope flaring as he searched her face. "So… what does that mean? Are we… together, or…?" He trailed off, nerves creeping in. He wanted her to say yes, wanted to call her his, but the way her smile faltered made his stomach twist.
Tonks sighed, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest. "Harry, I'm gonna be real with you. The Wizarding World's a mess right now—Voldemort's back, the Order's stretched thin, and I'm an Auror. My life's… it's chaos. I'm not in a place where I can do a proper relationship, you know? The whole dating, boyfriend-girlfriend thing—it's too much with everything going on."
Harry's heart sank, disappointment hitting him like a punch. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his face neutral. "Oh. Right. Yeah, that… that makes sense." His voice was quieter, and he looked down, his fingers loosening on her hips.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Tonks said, tilting his chin up. Her eyes were soft and earnest. "This doesn't mean I don't want you. Merlin, Harry, I want this—what we're doing right now. This heat, this… connection. I just can't do the big commitment thing. Not now. But I'm hoping… I'm hoping we can keep this going. You and me, sneaking around, having fun, making each other feel good. What do you think?"
Harry's disappointment lingered, but her words sparked something else—relief, maybe, and a flicker of excitement. She still wanted him, even if it wasn't the way he'd hoped. And the idea of keeping this going, of more nights like this, was enough to make his cock twitch against her.
"Yeah," he said, his voice steadier now. "I want that too. I get it, Nym. The world's fucked up, and… I just want you, however I can have you."
Her grin was back, wide and wicked. "That's my guy." She leaned in, kissing him hard, her tongue sliding against his as her hands gripped his shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Harry. Hope you're not tired already, 'cause I'm nowhere near done with you."
Harry laughed, the sound muffled against her lips, and his hands tightened on her arse. "Tired? Not a chance." He grinned, feeling bold again, and in one quick move, he flipped them so she was sprawled beneath him on the couch, her legs spread wide. Her dark hair fanned out, and her breasts jiggled as she laughed, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh, you're playing dirty now," she teased, hooking her legs around his waist. "C'mon, Harry—show me what you've got."
He didn't need telling twice. He leaned down, peppering her neck with kisses, his lips trailing hot and wet along her skin. He nipped at her collarbone, then lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth as his hands roamed her body. One hand squeezed her other breast, his fingers rolling her nipple, while the other slid down to her pussy, his fingers brushing her slick folds. She was still so wet, so ready, and the feel of her made his cock throb.
"Fuck, Harry," Tonks gasped, her hips bucking into his hand. "You're—oh, Merlin, you're too good at this." Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he sucked harder, his teeth grazing her nipple. "Keep going—don't you dare stop."
He grinned against her skin, switching to her other breast, lapping at her nipple while his fingers slipped inside her, curling just right. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and tight, and her moans were music to his ears.
"You like that, Nym?" he murmured, his voice rough as he kissed his way down her stomach, nipping at her skin. "Gonna make you scream again."
"Big talk," she panted, but her thighs trembled, spreading wider for him. "Prove it, Potter."
His fingers pumped faster, his thumb circling her clit, and she was writhing now, her hands gripping the couch cushions. He kissed lower, his lips brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh, and he could smell the sharp and intoxicating scent of her arousal. His cock ached, desperate to be inside her, but he wanted to drive her wild first.
Just as he positioned himself, ready to slide into her, a sharp glow and a low buzz cut through the haze. Tonks froze, her eyes snapping to the coffee table where her Auror medallion pulsed with red light.
"Fuck," she cursed, pushing herself up on her elbows. "Of all the bloody timing…"
Harry groaned, pulling back as she reached for the medallion. "Seriously? Now?" He sat back, his cock still hard and glistening, and ran a hand through his hair, frustration mixing with amusement. "Who's that?"
Tonks grabbed the medallion, her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation. "It's Kingsley. My auror partner. Hang on." She swung her legs off the couch and stood, her naked body catching the dim light as she walked to the Dursleys' dining table. She leaned against it, her arse slightly raised, and tapped her wand against the medallion. A faint crackle filled the air, and Kingsley's deep voice came through.
"Tonks, where the hell are you? You were supposed to check in an hour ago."
Tonks rolled her eyes, but her voice was calm and professional. "Relax, Shack. I'm at Harry's place. His relatives are out, and I figured I'd keep him company tonight. It's important, yeah? He's been through enough."
Harry smirked, watching her from the couch. Her back was to him, her arse on full display, and an idea sparked in his wicked mind. He got up quietly, his cock still rock-hard, and moved behind her. Tonks was mid-sentence—"I'll be back by morning, don't worry"—when he pressed himself against her, his cock sliding between her thighs, brushing her pussy.
She let out a small squeak, her body tensing as her free hand gripped the table edge. Kingsley's voice crackled again. "What was that? You okay?"
Tonks cleared her throat, her voice a little strained. "Yeah, fine—just, uh, bumped the table. Clumsy me." She shot Harry a glare over her shoulder, but her lips twitched into a smirk, and her legs parted slightly, giving him room.
Harry grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed into her, slow and deep. Her pussy was still so wet, so tight, and the way she clenched around him made his head spin. He started thrusting, gentle but steady, the table creaking softly under her weight.
Tonks bit her lip, trying to keep her voice steady as she answered Kingsley. "So, uh, any updates on the patrol schedule? I'm—fuck—I'm good for tomorrow night." Her thighs trembled, and she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the table as Harry fucked her nice and slow from behind.
Kingsley's voice was all business. "We're doubling up on Knockturn Alley. Moody's got a lead on some Death Eater activity. You sure you're alright? You sound… off."
"I'm fine," Tonks said quickly, her voice hitching as Harry thrust deeper. "Just—shit—just tired, you know? Long day." She gripped the table harder, her knuckles white, and pushed back against Harry, matching his rhythm. Her pussy pulsed around him, and he could tell she was fighting to stay composed.
Harry leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. "You're doing great, Nym," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Keep talking. Don't let him know I'm fucking you… Or do. Your choice." He picked up the pace, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples.
Tonks stifled a moan, disguising it as a cough. "Yeah, Shack, sounds good. I'll—oh, Merlin—I'll check in tomorrow." Her voice was shaky now, and she was panting, her body trembling as Harry's cock hit all the right spots. "Anything else?"
Kingsley paused, and Harry could almost hear the frown in his voice. "You sure you're okay? You're acting weird."
"Totally fine!" Tonks said, her voice too high-pitched. "Just—uh—Harry's got the telly on loud. Action movie. Explosions. You know." She shot Harry another look, half-glaring, half-begging, and he grinned, pulling out of her completely.
Before she could react, he dropped to his knees behind her, his hands spreading her thighs. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and red, and he didn't hesitate—he leaned in, his tongue lapping at her clit, slow and teasing.
Tonks gasped, her voice breaking as she tried to cover it with a laugh. "Fucking hell—uh, sorry, Kingsley, just… spilled my drink. Clumsy tonight." Her legs shook, and she leaned further over the table, her breasts flattening against the wood as Harry's tongue worked her over. He sucked her clit, then licked along her folds, tasting her arousal, and she was dripping, her juices coating his chin.
"Spilled your drink?" Kingsley sounded skeptical. "Tonks, what's going on over there?"
"Nothing!" she said, her voice cracking as Harry's fingers joined in, two sliding inside her while his tongue flicked her clit. "Just—shit—just keeping Harry company. We're good. All good." Her hips bucked, grinding against Harry's face, and she bit her lip hard to keep from moaning.
Harry's free hand gripped her thigh, holding her steady as he ate her out, his fingers pumping in and out, curling to hit that spot that made her shake. She was so wet, so responsive, and the thrill of her talking to Kingsley while he drove her wild was pushing her to the edge.
Tonks' voice was barely controlled now, her words rushed. "Okay, Kingsley, I gotta go—Harry needs me for… something. I'll check in tomorrow, yeah?" Her thighs clamped around Harry's head, and he could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around his fingers.
"Alright," Kingsley said, sounding unconvinced. "Stay sharp, Tonks. And tell Potter to keep his head down."
"Will do!" she gasped, and the second the medallion's glow faded, she let out a scream, her body convulsing as a massive orgasm ripped through her.
"Fuck—Harry!"
Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, her clit pulsing against his tongue, and she collapsed onto the table, panting, her legs shaking. Her juices coated his hand, his face, and he lapped at her one last time, savoring her taste.
Harry stood slowly, wiping his chin with a grin as he pulled her up into his arms. Her body was limp, her chest heaving, and she looked at him with a mix of awe and exasperation. "You're fucking trouble," she panted, her voice wrecked. "Merlin's beard, Harry—eating me out while I'm on a call with my senior auror partner? You're gonna get me fired."
He laughed, carrying her back to the couch, his arms strong around her. "Worth it. You looked so hot trying to keep it together." He set her down, and she sprawled out, her legs falling open invitingly, her pussy still glistening and ready.
Tonks smirked, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Oh, you think you're done? C'mon, Harry—take me. I'm all yours." She spread her legs wider, her fingers trailing down to touch herself, teasing him.
Harry's cock twitched as he watched her part her folds, showing him her glistening pussy, and he didn't hesitate. He climbed over her, positioning himself between her thighs, and leaned down to kiss her, hard and hungry.
"You're gonna scream again," he promised, his voice rough as he lined himself up, ready to slide into her heat.
The movie blared on—some car chase now, tires screeching, guns firing—but it was just noise, drowned out by their heavy breathing and the electric tension between them. Tonks hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"C'mon, Harry," she purred, her voice low and teasing, and her eyes glinting with mischief. "Fuck me like you mean it. I believe you said you're going to make me scream again?"
Harry groaned, her words sending a jolt straight to his cock. He pushed into her, hard and deep, her tight, wet heat enveloping him in one smooth thrust. "Fuck, Nym…"
Tonks moaned, her back arching off the couch as he filled her. "Oh, Merlin—yes, Harry, just like that!" Her hands slid down his back, her nails scraping lightly, urging him on. "Harder, c'mon—give it to me."
He didn't hold back. Harry plowed into her, fast and rough, the couch creaking under them with every thrust. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and slick, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, raw and unfiltered and so unbelievably filthy. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, full and flushed, her nipples hard as he leaned down to suck one into his mouth, his teeth grazing her skin.
"Fuck, Harry!" Tonks gasped, her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper. "You're—oh, shit, you're hitting it just right." Her hands gripped his arse, guiding his rhythm, and she rocked her hips up to meet him, matching his pace. "Don't stop—Merlin, don't you dare stop."
Harry's head was spinning, her moans and curses driving him wild. "Not stopping," he panted, his lips brushing her nipple before he kissed up to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "You're so fucking tight, Nym—I can't get enough of you." He slammed into her harder, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
She laughed, the sound breathy and wrecked, and tangled her fingers in his hair. "Good," she teased, her voice hitching as he hit a spot that made her tremble. "You're—fuck, you're gonna make me come again. Keep going, Harry—make me lose it."
Her pussy pulsed around him, wetter with every thrust, and he could feel her getting close, her thighs shaking, and her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Harry's own climax was building, a tight coil in his gut, and he thrust deeper, faster, desperate to push her over the edge with him.
"C'mon, Nym," he growled, his voice rough. "Come for me—I wanna feel you."
Tonks' eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open as she arched into him.
"Harry—fuck, yes!" She cried out.
Her body tensed, her pussy clamping down hard around his cock as her orgasm hit, a raw, shuddering scream tearing from her throat.
"Oh, shit—Harry!"
Her walls spasmed, milking him, and her juices coated him, slick and hot, as she trembled beneath him, her nails digging into his back.
The sight of her—head thrown back, breasts heaving, face flushed with pleasure—pushed Harry over the edge. He thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep, a choked groan escaping him as he came, spilling inside her in thick, hot pulses.
"Nym—fuck!"
His body shook, every muscle locking as pleasure surged through him, his cock throbbing with each spurt. He collapsed onto her, panting, his face buried in her neck, her scent filling his senses.
For a moment, they just lay there, sweaty and tangled, catching their breath. The movie droned on, some guy shouting about a bomb, but neither of them cared. Harry's heart was still racing, and as his mind cleared, a sudden realization hit him.
"Shit, Nym," he said, lifting his head, his voice tight with worry. "I—I came inside you. I didn't mean to—fuck, I'm sorry."
Tonks opened her eyes, her lips curving into a lazy, amused grin. "Relax, Harry," she said, her voice soft but teasing. "I'm on a potion. No little Potters running around anytime soon." She reached up, brushing his messy hair off his forehead. "You're good, yeah? No need to panic."
Harry let out a relieved breath, his shoulders sagging. "Merlin's beard, you scared me for a second there." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Didn't exactly plan on being a dad while I'm still in Hogwarts."
She laughed, the sound bright and infectious, and poked his chest. "Oh, please. You'd be a cute dad, all fussy and protective. But yeah, let's keep it to fucking for now, yeah?" She winked, her hand sliding down to squeeze his arse. "Besides, you filling me up? Kinda hot."
Harry's face heated, but he grinned, leaning down to kiss her, slow and deep. "You're impossible," he murmured against her lips. "Hot as hell, but impossible."
"Guilty," she said, kissing him back, her tongue teasing his. "But you love it." She shifted beneath him, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and he could feel the mess of their combined release between them, slick and warm.
They stayed like that for a bit, kissing lazily, hands roaming—his on her breasts, hers on his back—until Tonks pulled back, her eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. The movie was still going, the screen flickering with some dramatic standoff, and she glanced at it, then back at him, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Alright, Potter," she said, her voice playful but challenging. "I've got a deal for you. Think you can keep your hands to yourself for the rest of this movie? No touching, no groping, no sneaky kisses. Just sit there and behave like a good boy."
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued but suspicious. "What's the catch? You don't just offer deals like that without something up your sleeve." He shifted, sitting up slightly, his hands still resting on her hips. "What do I get if I win?"
Tonks' grin widened, and she leaned up, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "If you can keep your hands off me 'til the credits roll, I'll let you fuck me in the back of Vernon's car when the Dursleys get back. However you want me to, all sneaky and dirty. What you say?"
Harry's cock twitched, already half-hard again at the thought. His mind flashed back to a movie he'd watched a couple of years ago while doing chores—some Muggle flick Dudley had nicked from a shop during the summer before his third year. It'd only been a couple of days before the incident with Marge.
There'd been a scene—a couple in the backseat of a car, windows fogged up, bodies moving together in the dark. He'd been awkward and curious, but the idea had stuck with him, a secret fantasy he'd never admitted to anyone. The thought of doing that with Tonks, her naked and moaning under him in Vernon's pristine car, was enough to make his blood pound.
"Fuck, Nym," he said, his voice rough with want. "You're serious? In Vernon's car?" He could already picture it—her spread out on the leather seats, her legs wrapped around him, the risk of getting caught making it even hotter.
"Dead serious," she said, her eyes sparkling. "But only if you can behave for…" She glanced at the TV, squinting at the screen. "What, twenty minutes? Think you can handle it?"
Harry laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Twenty minutes of not touching you? That's torture, and you know it." He looked at her, sprawled beneath him, her body flushed and inviting, and groaned. "But fuck, that reward? I'm in. You've got a deal."
Tonks giggled, pushing him off her gently and sitting up. "Good boy. Now, get comfy and keep those hands to yourself." She grabbed a throw blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over her lap, but it did little to hide her curves, her breasts still bare and tempting. She patted the spot next to her, smirking. "C'mon, let's watch this crap movie like civilized people."
Harry snorted, pulling his shorts back on but leaving his shirt off, and settled next to her, his hands clasped tightly in his lap to resist temptation. "Civilized, my arse," he muttered, shooting her a sidelong glance. "You're sitting there naked, and I'm supposed to just watch the movie?"
"Exactly," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Be strong, Harry. Think of the prize." She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head, her breasts lifting in a way that made his mouth dry. "Mmm, this movie's getting good. Look, that guy's got a rocket launcher now."
Harry groaned, forcing his eyes to the screen. "You're evil," he said, but he was grinning, the challenge sparking something competitive in him. He focused on the movie—or tried to. The plot was a blur of explosions and shouting, but all he could think about was Tonks next to him, her warmth, her scent, her slick heat, and the promise of what was coming if he could just hold out.
Tonks wasn't making it easy. She shifted every few minutes, the blanket slipping to reveal more of her thigh, her shoulder brushing his. Once, she reached for the remote, her breast grazing his arm, and he tensed, his hands twitching. "Oops, sorry," she said, her voice all sugar, but the glint in her eyes said she knew exactly what she was doing.
"You're cheating," he accused, his voice strained. "That was intentional."
"Me? Cheat?" She gasped, pressing a hand to her breasts, which only drew his eyes to her nipples again. "I'm just watching the movie, Harry. Focus."
He gritted his teeth, forcing his gaze back to the screen. "Fucking hell, Nym. This better be worth it."
"Oh, it will be," she promised, her voice all low and sultry. "Picture it—me, bent over in that backseat, you fucking me hard while the Dursleys are right inside their home, having no idea their lovely car is getting defiled by those they consider freaks. Bet you'll love making a mess of Vernon's precious car."
Harry's cock hardened fully in his shorts, and he shifted, trying to adjust without touching her. "You're gonna pay for this," he muttered, but he was grinning, his mind racing with images of her in that car, her moans muffled against the seats.
The minutes dragged on, each one a test of his willpower. Tonks kept up her teasing—little stretches, soft hums, the occasional "innocent" brush of her leg against his. By the time the credits finally rolled, Harry was practically vibrating with restraint, his hands clenched into fists.
"Done!" he said, turning to her with a triumphant grin. "I win. Hands off the whole time. Now, about that car…"
Tonks laughed, tossing the blanket aside and climbing into his lap, her naked body pressing against him. "Well, damn, Potter. You've got some serious self-control." She kissed him, slow and deep, her tongue teasing his. "Guess I owe you a ride—in more ways than one."
Harry's hands were on her instantly, roaming her back, squeezing her arse. "Fuck, Nym, I've been dying to touch you," he said, kissing her back, his lips trailing to her neck. "You're lucky I didn't lose it halfway through."
She giggled, her hands sliding under his shorts, stroking his cock. "Oh, I felt you squirming. But you earned it." She pulled back, her eyes sparkling. "When the Dursleys get back, we're sneaking out to that car. Deal?"
"Deal," he said, his voice rough with anticipation. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tight, and kissed her again, softer this time, savoring the feel of her.
They shifted, cuddling up on the couch, her head resting on his chest, his arm around her shoulders. The movie was over, but the TV flickered with some late-night ad, and they stayed there, tangled together, her warmth seeping into him. Harry's hand rested on her hip, hers on his thigh, and for the first time that night, it wasn't about sex—just them, close and content.
"Gonna be a hell of a night when they get back," Tonks murmured, her voice sleepy but playful. "You ready for it, hero?"
Harry chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "With you? Always."
While Tonks hummed in contentment, Harry's mind was still buzzing, replaying the night in vivid flashes: Tonks' wicked grin, her body moving with his, the way she'd screamed his name. The promise of sneaking into Vernon's car later made his pulse quicken even now. But there was something else too—a quiet warmth in his chest, deeper than the raw want that had driven them earlier. He glanced down at her, her dark hair a messy halo against his skin, and his lips curled.
Tonks stirred, her lips curving into a sleepy smile as she tilted her head to look up at him. "You're thinking too loud, Potter," she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion but still teasing. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
He chuckled, his hand sliding down to squeeze her hip. "Just… this. You. Us." He hesitated for a moment before he added, "It's been a shit summer, Nym. The Dursleys, the Ministry, all the crap about Voldemort. But with you? And especially tonight? I feel like finally I've felt… I dunno, really alive after I don't know how long."
Her smile softened, and she reached up, brushing her fingers along his jaw. "Yeah, I get that. You've got the weight of the bloody world on you, Harry. Makes me wanna keep you here, just like this, where it's simple." She leaned up, kissing him softly, her lips warm and lingering. "You're pretty good at making me forget the chaos too, you know."
He kissed her back, slow and gentle, savoring the taste of her. "Good. 'Cause I'm not done with you yet," he said, his voice low, a playful edge creeping in. "Still got that car date to look forward to."
Tonks laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest. "I didn't know you'd be this excited for it. Better be ready for a tight squeeze in that backseat. Vernon's car ain't exactly built for… acrobatics." She winked, her hand sliding up to ruffle his hair. "But I'm game if you are."
"Always," he said, grinning, as Tonks cuddled up to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
They stayed like that, wrapped in each other, until the TV went static, the quiet of the house settling around them.
To be continued…
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