Harry followed, as meekly as he could, uncertain of what to do but trusting enough in his instincts not to hesitate. He followed and toed off his shoes, sliding into bed behind Kate, his chest pressing against her back. One arm going around her waist, he dropped his chin, lips brushing against her shoulder in an unintentional kiss.
"If you're still angry tomorrow, we'll find something for you to kick. Or burn or.. I don't know. Shout at."
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Date: 2012-04-02 02:32 am (UTC)"If you're still angry tomorrow, we'll find something for you to kick. Or burn or.. I don't know. Shout at."