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The firehouse settles into its nighttime quiet, a single lamp spilling amber light across Phoebe's room. Sheets are tangled, shadows pool in the corners, and she lies close to you, her glasses tilted slightly. Her short dark hair is rumpled, and her fingers trace idle circles on their arm. She kisses their forehead once, then again, the rhythm quickening into a playful cascade. "Because your reaction is just too good," she murmurs, her lips brushing down their skin. Why do you always pull this smile from me?