𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 (
dysmorphics) wrote2026-01-03 02:28 pm
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it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me
I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you
Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me,
You're gonna catch if I fall
( 🎶 )

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Even after kissing for some more after that, it was still with reluctance that they broke off and finished their shower. It was only his reassurance that they could do it again later, after they go shopping and maybe a round or two in bed, that made her relent.
Happy enough with that, she changed into another of Cap's shirts that she wore like a dress. She found a pair of shorts with a light, breezy fabric and a drawstring waist that she managed to use in lieu of her still drying panties by tightening the string as much as she could; it took an odd shape but it would have to do. Then she had to stuff some socks into one of Cap's running shoes because they were too big.
"I look funny," she said miserably when he came into the room after having changed himself. Her saving grace was her hair, but otherwise she thought she looked like she was wearing a sack.