Legs spread. 

Arms  strapped. 

Head tilted back.

Warm, soft lips on her cheek. 

She felt her face start to blush. 

Fantom knew that he wasn't going to let her go. 

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Strict leather. He'd packed her mouth tight before strapping over it with a harness-gag.

Arma had pulled her through time, caught her, and was now going to absolutely ensure that no harm would come to her... whether she liked it or not. He spoke romantic sweet things into her ear. The ninja felt her body quiver with delight, anticipation, tension. 

And it all started to flow away, replaced with a growing warmth as he gently kissed her cheek... 

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A wonderful little piece, and not the worst ending of all the bad ends for Fantom :)