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Killian moves his things in to the house. 

that’s all

He sets the chest down carefully – just inside the door by the haphazard pile of boots slowly taking dominion over the front entry way. His hand itches to straighten them, but he leaves the chaotic mess as it is, reasoning that there will be plenty of time later for him to indulge in his rather meticulous sense of detail.

Naval habits have been hard to leave him, even after all these years.

He must have been more engrossed than he thought, as she sneaks up on him and sifts her hand through his hair before he even notices her presence, nails scratching light at his neck just the way he likes. He represses a shiver but not the low groan in the back of his throat, standing from his hunched position and gathering her in his arms. She folds easily, breathing a greeting into his mouth when his fingers tilt her chin up.

“You wanted to organize my shoes, didn’t you?”

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