Bid My Blood to Run, by JaqofSpades

He’s been gone seven months when her skin comes back to life. Touch had been hollow, without him, but she’d still cried until she realised the sun’s rays had felt like kisses, and a hot shower stung with bliss. This wasn’t a tragedy. It was a reset. A do-over. A chance to get it right.

Adult, post-X3. A delicious first time that’d been a long time coming…

Bid My Blood to Run, by JaqofSpades

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