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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marilyn Manson or anything affiliated with him or the band. I don't know any of these famous people in real life and none of this story happened. This is fiction and just for fun. I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: ‘Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.’ - Sarah (The Crow)
‘Devour’ © Marilyn Manson

Chapter Sixteen: Unwanted Questions
Raven and Manson sat on the couch, just holding each other close as they enjoyed each other’s company. Every now and again the singer would give her a gentle kiss and he seemed very reluctant to put any amount of distance between them. “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he whispered softly, pulling back to look in her eyes.
Raven went stiff, pulling away from the singer; much to his extreme displeasure. Manson made an odd, pained noise as she put some distance between them. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to close the distance again but allowed her to have her space. His mismatched eyes watched her carefully as her emotions fluctuated wildly. “Just, try not to do that again,” she whispered, shaking slightly.
“What happened to you? Why did you have such a bad reaction?” he asked gently, his hands twitching on the couch.
Raven froze at the question, fear and apprehension beginning to fill her. Could she open that aching wound for him? Could she tell him about her past? “Its mostly thanks to my father. That’s all I’m comfortable saying for right now,” she responded quietly, staring down at the tan carpet.
Manson watched her, rage and sadness flickering in his mismatched eyes. He wanted nothing more than to gather her into his arms and comfort her. It tore him apart to see her suffering and not be able to offer any solace. “Raven, I understand. Your past is your own and you’ll explain it when you’re ready. May I hug you?” he asked pleadingly, desperately hoping she’ll accept his request.
Feeling tears beginning to come, Raven nodded silently. As memories began to flood her mind, she began to shake in earnest. Her small tears began to turn into sobs as she found herself being enveloped in his arms. With a quiet cry, Raven nestled into Manson’s chest and sobbed. Memories of her father slammed into her mercilessly, making her jump and flinch in Manson’s arms.
Manson made soothing noises, gently petting her shoulder length, black hair. The pure rage in his eyes was a sharp contrast to how gentle he was being. Even though he didn’t know exactly what the man had done to Raven, he had a pretty good idea. If he ever met the man, he would make the guy’s life a living hell.
As Raven’s sobs finally tapered off, she pulled back to meet his eyes. The amount of sympathy and protectiveness in his eyes took her breath away. “I’m sorry for what he did to you. I wish I could take your pain away. I have another question but I think I’ll wait on that one,” he whispered, kissing the crown of her head tenderly.
“I think I know what it is. You want to know why I feel so ashamed of how I look,” she responded with a sad smile.
“You don’t have to answer,” the singer whispered, cupping her pale cheek gently.
“No, I can at least tell you that much,” she whispered, pulling away, crossing her arms over her chest and clasping her elbows.
“A lot of it is thanks to my lovely father but some of it comes from bad relationships. You try spending years with someone you consider your soulmate telling you everyday how much weight you should lose and see how confident you feel,” she replied quietly, avoiding his gaze as hot tears began to fill her eyes again.
“Not to mention being told you’re useless, a huge pain to put up with and a few other things,” she continued, a grimace on her face. She could feel Manson shifting to move towards her again and held up a hand. If he touched her right now, she was sure she would have one of her breakdowns. Something that hadn’t happened for years.
“I’ve had two relationships before you. The first one was only mentally abusive. The second was both. The last years I was with him were the worst. If it weren’t for Amanda, I’m sure he would have killed me,” Raven whispered, closing her eyes as the tears finally spilled over and slipped down her cheeks.
Manson watched her suffer alone, anger and sadness fighting for dominance in his mismatched eyes. His arms itched to gather her up and comfort her but he respected her need for space. “I would never do that to you,” he whispered gently, at a loss for anything else to say. His heart leapt in his throat when she only smiled at him sadly.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard that but I believe you. As much as the gossip rags like to paint you as a very violent person, I don’t think you’d ever hit your girlfriend,” she replied with a sigh, wiping the tears from her eyes as she got to her feet.
“I mean it! I will never hurt you like that!” Manson snarled harshly, grabbing her hands with his.
Raven’s hazel eyes met his eyes and she let out a soft gasp at what she saw there. She could swear she saw deep love, loyalty and protectiveness swirling in the mismatched orbs. “Raven, no... Meagan, I love you. If I could, I would never let anything hurt you ever again,” he murmured more gently, gathering her into a loose hug.
“Oh Marilyn,” she sighed with a small grin, reaching up to kiss his make-up covered chin, “I never knew you could be so corny.”
Ginger sat across the table from Amanda, smiling at her nervously. They sat in a casual Italian restaurant that wasn’t overly crowded. After dinner, Ginger had arranged for something very special for the vision of loveliness across from him. A plate of spaghetti was placed carefully down in front of him, breaking his musings. Blushing slightly, the drummer began to eat.
Amanda watched Ginger closely, an amused grin on her face. Since they had sat down, Ginger had been acting jumpy and had even adopted the most adorable blush. Starting to feel a bit of shyness herself, the curly haired woman wondered if the drummer actually liked her. Her heart beginning to race and a light blush coloring her pale cheeks, Amanda stared down at her chicken alfredo. Was this actually more than just dinner with a friend?
As they both ate in awkward silence, Ginger put down his silverware and cleared his throat politely to get her attention. Amanda lifted her head, her mouth opening slightly at the depth of emotion swirling in his brown eyes. “Amanda?” he asked softly, placing his hand lightly on top of hers.
“Y-yes Ginger?” she squeaked out, suddenly feeling off balance and flustered. She suddenly felt too hot and it felt as if all her breath had left her body.
“I, well I er… I have a surprise for you,” he gasped out, cursing himself. He had meant to finally tell her how he felt but when it came down to it, he was too damn afraid that she wouldn’t return his feelings.
Amanda had to fight off a sigh of relief. It almost sounded as if he was going to confess his love for her. What would she have done if he had? Did she even feel the same towards him? True, she did feel some closeness with Ginger but she wasn’t sure it was love. Could she have so simply broken his heart? Would she have made a false love confession just to make him feel better? More and more questions whirled in her head, almost making her dizzy.
Thankfully the awkwardness in her head was interrupted by the presentation of the bill. Over which the both of them proceeded to fight. Finally Amanda managed to yank the bill away from Ginger with a triumphant crow, earning stares from the few people around them. Clearing her throat with an embarrassed blush, Amanda put an exact amount plus a tip inside the bill slip. “I wanted to pay for that!” Ginger protested, reaching for the black bill fold.
“Nope! I got this one! You can get the next one,” Amanda replied, reaching over the table to ruffle his bleach blonde hair.
Rolling his brown eyes, Ginger got to his feet and offered his hand to Amanda. “Come on. Its time for that surprise I told you about,” he replied gently, helping her to her feet. Amanda blushed again, for a much different reason, as Ginger led her out of the restaurant while still holding her hand.
Johnny ran after Pogo, trying to desperately grab ahold of the keyboardist before he destroyed the whole bar. John 5 was dancing on the bar while Tim was trying to get him down. The actor finally managed to grab the very drunk Pogo before he could proceed to break another table. He had already broken three so far.
With a strained noise, the actor tried to drag the much taller man to the door. Tim, who had finally managed to wrangle John, nodded to Johnny and helped as best as he could. Eventually, with their combined efforts, they managed to drag the drunk and highly unruly band members out of the bar. Unable to release Pogo due to him fighting to get back inside, Johnny looked over at Tim helplessly. Thankfully, once John was outside he was fairly manageable. The guitarist merely leaned against the bar’s wall, looking around blearily. “Call a cab will you?” Johnny grunted, wrapping his arms around the front of Pogo’s shoulders to better hold him.
“And go where? If we come back with these idiots, Manson will have our heads,” Tim sighed in his swedish accented voice, running a hand through his bleach blonde hair.
“Fuck, I don’t care! We just have to get away from here! You take care of the details, I’ll pay for it,” the actor hissed, barely ducking an errant elbow from the keyboardist.
With a sigh, Tim pulled out his phone and made a few calls while keeping a very close eye on John. After he had was done, he moved to help Johnny wrangle Pogo into submission. “I called cab and hotel. We can stay at hotel for tonight,” Tim told Johnny, his swedish accent a bit more heavy as they both pinned Pogo against the brick front of the bar.
“Sounds good enough to me. Is the cab on its way?” the actor panted out, using all his bodyweight to hold Pogo against the rough brick. The mohawked keyboardist lunged against the two men, trying to get back into the bar. A loud honk from behind them answered his question. While Johnny held Pogo tightly against the brick, Tim led a dazed but cooperative John 5 to the cab and got him in. Then, with the combined effort of both of them, they wrestled Pogo into the cab. Tim had to almost sit on him to keep him from jumping back out before the taxi began to drive.
Raven put on her pair of green tinted aviator glasses, sighing at Manson’s enigmatic smile. The man had suddenly gotten an odd look on his face before asking if she felt up to going on a date. The thought still made her feel tingly all over but the way he was acting puzzled her. He had been watching her every movement closely and also had a strange smirk on his lips. It almost felt as if he was plotting something. Shrugging off that thought, she turned to Manson and asked, “So, I heard Twiggy showed up. What did you guys do? Is he still around? Did Kathy keep you company?” She was gratified to see his self confident smirk disappear for a flustered, guilty blush.
“He, uh, he replaced the groupies and yes, he’s still around. I imagine he’s going to stick around for a while. As for Kathy, I kept her in my duffel for the majority of the trip. I don’t want her to get ruined,” he answered, suddenly seeming unsure and nervous. Raven stared at him in response, her jaw slightly open and a light blush on her cheeks. Images from before became fresh in her mind, causing her to feel oddly aroused.
“Yes, well, that’s great!” Raven responded with a smile, giving him a gentle hug. Manson wrapped his arms around her loosely, burrowing his nose into her black hair and inhaling.
“You’re not mad that I’m sleeping with him?” Manson asked in an incredulous voice, pulling back to look the black haired female in the eyes.
“I honestly prefer you fuck Jeordie if you’re going to be fucking anyone,” Raven answered brashly, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Hmmm, you almost sound as if you want me to fuck Jeordie,” he purred with a teasing grin. Her only response was to blush deeper, avoid eye contact and clear her throat as she began to move toward the door.
“Weren’t we going on our first date?” she asked in a joking manner, her voice not nearly as steady as she would like.
“Later, first I want to ask you a question. Does the idea of me fucking Jeordie’s supple ass get you horny?” the singer rumbled, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her close. Raven blushed heatedly, avoiding his mismatched gaze as she let out a few squeaks.
“Y-yes,” she stammered out, almost flinching when the rockstar chuckled and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.
“We’ll have to put on a show for you,” he husked out, nipping her neck tenderly before opening the suite door for her.
The pair travelled down to the lobby of the hotel in relative silence, Raven being far too flustered to even utter a word. The implications of Manson’s words were almost enough to give her a heart attack from embarrassment. “S-so if he’s still around, why wasn’t he with the others?” she asked curiously as they reached the large glass doors leading outside.
“Oh, he’s around,” Manson answered with a smirk as he opened one of the doors for her. Rolling her eyes slightly at the unneeded chivalry, Raven walked through to see a jet black, sporty looking car sitting there with the engine running. One tinted window rolled down to reveal a very amused looking Twiggy.
“About time! I’ve been waiting down here forever!” he exclaimed cheerfully, tipping a rogueish wink towards Raven.
“Twiggy?!” Raven gasped out, her jaw dropping in astonishment. Manson chuckled at her gently, opening the cab door to let her in.
“Why didn’t you just come in with the others?” she asked, brushing an ebony lock of her hair behind her ear as she slid in. That question certainly seemed to take the man off balance as he went deep red and looked helplessly up at Manson. The singer only nodded in response as he slid in the back with Raven.
“W-well, you see we didn’t exactly know how well you’d take the fact that Manson had slept with me. We didn’t want you to see me if you had a problem with it,” he answered nervously, putting the car in gear and beginning to drive.
“Oh,” she answered, blushing a bit herself as she remembered the discussion she and Manson just had. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one either. A mischievous grin that she didn’t like one bit curled Manson’s black lips.
“Oh she didn’t have a problem with it at all. In fact she seems to be strongly in support of it,” the performer purred, pulling her close and kissing a flaming cheek.
“Oh does she now?” the ex-guitarist asked in a sing-song voice, causing her blush to deepen.
“Indeed, would you be interested in giving her a show some time?” Manson rumbled, much to his companion’s mortification.
“Gah! I buh! Guh!” she squeaked out, trying to desperately protest around her flusterment.
“I would be up for it,” Twiggy chirped excitedly, turning his head slightly to grin at the pair.
Raven burrowed her flaming face into the black material of Manson’s shirt, earning a deep chuckle and a loving kiss on the top of her head. When her embarrassment finally faded enough for her to talk, Raven pulled away from Manson. “I’m not the type of person to want to just watch people have sex!” she exclaimed in a too squeaky voice.
“Never said you were sweetie! I’m just offering to let you watch if you want. Manson can play me like a fiddle,” Jeordie purred, chuckling at the fresh stream of squeaks from the back.
“She’s absolutely adorable Mare,” he chuckled softly, glancing into the rearview mirror at them.
Ginger sat on a park bench with Amanda, staring up at the stars as the wind rushed by them. Amanda sighed happily, closing her eyes and just letting the peacefulness of nature unfold around her. Crickets chirped merrily around them, almost making her forget she was in one of the biggest party cities. “Oh thank you Ginger. This is just what I needed after all the weirdness lately,” the curly haired female sighed, leaning her head against the drummer’s shoulder.
“I’m glad you like it. I’m sorry for all of the oddness in your life right now. I know you didn’t ask for it,” he murmured quietly, tightening his hand on her shoulder.
“Eh, its actually a lot better than how it could be. To be honest, when I first met Manson I thought… It doesn’t matter,” Amanda began to say, stopping mid-sentence. What she had been about to say involved a lot of Raven’s painful past and she wasn’t too sure if she should talk about it. Sighing and moving a curly, brown strand of her hair behind her ear, Amanda just looked up at the small amount of stars she was able to see.
“You thought he was going to hurt Raven,” Ginger stated neutrally, looking down at the pale woman in his arms. Amanda avoided his glance, a light blush on her cheeks.
“She’s been hurt before,” he stated, heaving a sigh. The drummer rubbed Amanda’s shoulder as he looked up at the twinkling stars. He could feel her try to pull away but held her to him firmly.
“I’ve seen that type of abuse before. I know the kind of scars it can leave. Don’t worry, Manson will never physically harm Raven,” the drummer sighed, turning to try to meet Amanda’s eyes.
“Yeah? And what about mentally?! She doesn’t need that either,” Amanda hissed, her green eyes sparking with anger as they met Ginger’s.
“I can’t promise anything. Manson’s been through his fair share of shit and its left him fairly damaged as well. All I can say is he’s never felt as strongly for anyone as he does for Raven and that makes him wildly unpredictable at best. If I had to guess, the closer they grow the more he’s going to try to push her away,” Ginger murmured, meeting her furious gaze steadily. The fear and desperation in his chocolate orbs gave her pause.
“So I should just be okay that he’s probably going to be an all out jerk to Raven just because he loves her so much?” Amanda hissed dangerously, her hands curling into tight fists.
“Its out of both our hands now. They’re both so entwined now, it’ll be nearly impossible to separate them without severe damage,” the drummer whispered in reply, sounding almost apologetic as he bowed his head to her.
“Fuck you Ginger! If you knew this was going to happen, you could have fucking warned me! Christ! Do you have any idea what this will do to Raven?!” the curly haired femme exploded, shooting to her feet as her pale hands tightened even more. A slight wince of pain flashed across her pale face briefly as twin rivulettes of scarlett began to run through the clenched fingers of her right hand.
“I.. have an idea. Look, this isn’t going to be easy for any of us. The best we can do is stay by them and offer our support. By the time I figured out just how much Manson loved Raven, it was already too late. Can you honestly say Raven wasn’t hopelessly lost that first concert?” Ginger asked gently, avoiding her sparking, furious eyes guiltily.
Amanda glared down at the bleach blonde drummer before heaving a sigh and running her bloody right hand through her curly, brown locks. “This is a fine fucking kettle of fish,” she hissed, flopping on the the bench next to Ginger.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Ginger murmured sympathetically, gently grabbing her injured hand in eyes, With a gentle but insistent grip, Ginger drug the bleeding appendage in front of his eyes. Making a displeased noise, the drummer tenderly kissed each shallow wound caused by her nails.
“Why can’t things ever be easy?” Amanda groaned out in frustration, looking down at Ginger with sad green eyes. Ginger’s brown eyes met hers and he smiled sadly as he gave her palm another gentle kiss.
“Because life isn’t easy,” Ginger whispered, cupping her cheek gently while smiling sadly at her.
Amanda sighed, her green eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into Ginger’s warm body. Just for now, maybe she could forget everything and just be in the arms of a man who cared about her. Maybe, just for now, she could pretend there was no drama in her life. Maybe, just for a few moments, she can just be a woman.
Manson had led Raven into a rather fancy looking restaurant, earning several odd looks from the patrons. At his request, the Maitre’d led them to a semi-hidden corner and left them with a few menus. The singer non-chalantly picked up a menu, perusing the items as if this was just another dinner.
Raven, on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as calm. She could literally feel the eyes of everyone in the restaurant upon them, hushed whispers rising around them. It was fairly obvious to her that a lot of the people in her recognized Manson and, in turn, had recognized her due to association with him. Cursing the paparazzi and trying to ignore the stares of the people around them, Raven forced herself to focus on the menu in front of her. A sudden, gentle hand on top of hers nearly made her jump out of her skin and she jolted backward out of sheer instinct.
With a sick feeling, a flailing her arms slightly, Raven realized she had over-balanced and was heading to a swift meeting with the hardwood floor. Closing her hazel eyes tightly, the black haired female braced for impact only to find the chair had suddenly halted in motion. Cracking an eye open slowly, the pale woman craned her neck to see Manson gently righting the chair. A light blush colored her cheeks as she saw the worry swirling in his mismatched eyes as he leaned down so his face was inches from hers. “Be more careful,” he purred softly, giving her lips a brief kiss before heading back to his own seat.
Raven’s fingers ghost over her lips as her blush deepened. Manson smiled across the table at her, making her exceedingly grateful for the sudden appearance of the waiter at her elbow. Throwing all of her focus onto the hapless waiter, Raven ordered food she had never even heard of in a desperate attempt to distract herself from the smirking singer across from her. In the end, all her desperation got her was some strange food and a really amused looking rockstar. Her choices were so outlandish that the waiter gave her an odd look before leaving to put her order in. “Is something wrong Raven?” Manson purred softly, nearly making her jump out of her skin.
“Huh? Wha? Oh! Erm, n-nothing’s wrong!” she squeaked out, inwardly wincing at just how fast she said that. Her voice sounded high pitched and scared to her ears, making her want to die of mortification.
“Hmmm, really? Because you ordered snails, goose livers, and fish soup,” the singer purred, raising a non-brow sardonically.
Raven blushed deeply, avoiding his gaze as her mortification deepened. Her first date with the man she had been obsessed with for years and she had completely embarrassed herself. All she wanted to do was crawl under a rock and die. A light chuckle and gentle hand under her chin brought her focus back to the man across from her. “Don’t be nervous. Just relax and have fun,” he purred softly, leaning across and giving her another brief kiss. Raven smiled at him shyly, leaning into his touch.
Harsh whispers and hateful glares slowly pervaded the edges of her consciousness until she couldn’t ignore them anymore. Reluctantly, Raven leaned away from Manson, glancing at the increasingly hostile room nervously. A woman at a table not to far from them glared at her with a disturbingly intense hatred and jealousy, her red lips pursed in a thin line as she twisted her napkin.
Unnoticed by Raven, Manson’s eyes followed hers, a look of displeasure flitting briefly across his face. A glare fixed on his make-up coated face, the imposing performer got to his feet. Raven, unaware of the goings on across from her, was completely taken by surprise as all the murmurs went completely quiet and everyone in the restaurant seemed to be looking at something.
Blinking in confusion, Raven turned her head to see a very angry looking Manson coming towards her. Misconstruing his anger as being towards her, Raven shrank back from the singer at first; earning a very displeased growl from the performer. All her breath left her as she was pulled gently to her feet and a very firm arm hooked around her waist. Unable to make sense of what was happening, Raven look up at Manson who was glaring at the other people in the restaurant as he held her tight to his side.
Before she could even open her mouth to ask what was going on, Manson’s mouth met hers in a searing, possessive kiss. Her hazel eyes going wide with shock, Raven could only let out a gasp when he finally released her mouth. “Now listen here! You assholes may have seen my girlfriend’s face in some gossip rags in reference to a love triangle. Let me make this perfectly clear for you leeches, Raven is not like that one bit! So how about you just fuck off and mind your own business!” he snarled, his mismatched eyes daring anyone to challenge him.
“M-manson! I-its okay! You don’t owe people like them an explanation on my behalf,” she protested weakly, reaching up to cup his face. Immediately his face whipped to face her, the burning look in his eyes making her gasp.
“I refuse to let anyone think of you as a slut,” he growled softly, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he glared at their stunned audience.
“I… I…,” Raven stammered, her knees going weak from the intensity of the emotions in his mismatched orbs.
“I can only think of one way to show these asses that I love you,” he rumbled, a mischievous grin curling his black lips as he released her.
Cold fear rushed through the black clad female as she watched the singer slowly walk onto the dance floor. He wouldn’t go that far, right? She couldn’t help the desperate groan that left her as he accosted a maitre’d until they gave him a mic. Surely he wasn’t going to…? “This song is about just how much this woman means to me. All of you motherfuckers can go fuck yourselves,” he snarled into the mic, making Raven sink down into her chair.
A deep blush coloring her cheeks, Raven prayed to all the Gods in Heaven that this stop. Unfortunately he prayers went unheeded and Manson began to belt out his new song. “I'll swallow up all of you. Like a big bottle of big, big pills,” he sang out, earning slight gasps from the straight laced patrons.
“You're the one that I should never take but I can't sleep until I devour you,” he purred into the mic, beginning to move towards her slowly.
Raven went an even deeper shade of red, slumping in her chair so she was nearly hiding under the table. Visions of the new headlines filled her head and she let out a desperate groan of mortification. She wasn’t sure how the paparazzi was going to twist the story in their favor but she doubted she would like the end results. “I can't sleep until I devour you,” he whispered in a gruff voice, something in the tone of his voice making her look at him.
Manson’s mismatched eyes were focused solely on her and were filled with such a deep love that her breath caught in her throat. “You're a flower that's withering. I can't feel your thorns in my head,” he whispered softly into the mic as he continued to slowly close the distance. Raven found her awareness shrinking to only his eyes and how his voice was caressing her gently.
“Oh Marilyn,” she whispered in a breathless voice, slowly sitting up in her chair.
“This is no impressionability. You're not crying, this is blood all over me. You're not crying, this is blood all over me. You're not crying, this is blood all over me,” he whispered, his voice sounding more ragged and desperate with each repetition. His mismatched eyes locked with her hazel ones as a silent communication passed between the pair. In that instant, Raven knew that Manson was afraid of just how strongly he felt for her.
“And I'll love you, if you let me. And I'll love you, if you won't make me starve,” he belted out, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her to her feet.
Raven stumbled slightly as she found herself held tightly against Manson. Her breath hitched in her throat as he lowered his face to her ear. “I used to hold your heart to neck. I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes,” he husked into the mic, his hot breath tickling her sensitive ear.
A helpless shudder running through her thin frame, Raven found herself leaning on the singer heavily for support. Chuckling gently, Manson wrapped steadying arms around her until she stood on her own feet. “But this is loaded with an open film. I'll see you and I'll blow your heart to pieces. I will blow your heart to pieces. I will blow your heart to pieces. I will blow your heart to pieces,” Manson murmured, sounding more apologetic and lost with each repeating line. Just as before, it felt as if he was apologizing for hurting her ahead of time.
A sad smile appearing on her lips, Raven shook her head before stopping his words with a heated kiss. “I don’t care what hell we end up going through on this strange ride, just as long as you are with me in the end,” she whispered in a small, vulnerable voice.
“Raven…,” he whispered softly, on the verge of saying something but not quite daring. Then he was kissing her and the gentle sound of applause surrounded them.
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