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Ιͺ Κ€α΄‡α΄€ΚŸΙͺᴒᴇᴅ α΄›Κœα΄‡Κ€α΄‡'s ɴᴏ α΄›Ιͺα΄α΄‡ΚŸΙͺɴᴇ α΄‘Κœα΄‡Κ€α΄‡ Ιͺ'ᴍ 'α΄›Κœα΄‡ ᴏɴᴇ' α΄€Ι΄α΄… α΄›Κœα΄€α΄› Ιͺ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsα΄› Ο™α΄œα΄‡Ι΄α΄›ΙͺΙ΄ α΄„α΄ΚŸα΄…α΄‘α΄€α΄›α΄‡Κ€; ɒᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴍᴀɒΙͺα΄„Ιͺα΄€Ι΄. α΄›Κœα΄‡ ᴍᴀɒΙͺα΄„Ιͺα΄€Ι΄s α΄€α΄œ Κ€α΄˜. α΄α΄˜α΄‡Ι΄ ᴛᴏ α΄€ΚŸΚŸ ΙͺɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛΙͺᴏɴs. sᴇᴇᴋΙͺΙ΄Ι’ sʟs α΄€Ι΄α΄… ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ.
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He’ll be around in like an hour. If he doesn’t nap he’s gonna lose his mind.
Why am I not surprised to come around and find them talking about how rich they are?
||: Sorry loves. Passing out.
No I have to go with Margo on this one. Edible.
Opera makes me sleepy anyway.
Well it was more about y o u r cleavage so.
I’m definitely too high. I read that as cleavageness.
That’s not saying much for either of us, Oh High King.
Maybe a little bit more sanity than fun... I don’t know why I’m still trying to cling to that though.
The point where all this should start to make sense. Which it isn’t.
I’m either not high enough. Or too high. There’s no way this is the sweet spot...
{Straddles @HedonisticRaver on the couch and presses butterfly kisses to his neck.} It's cold in here.
{It’s passed midnight and humid as hell but the windows are open and the fans are on and @TurbulentFalcon is smooth, soft skin carved from the frozen-over floodwaters of magic itself. That first shiver of my lips down the jut of her collarbone used to make my body shiver from β€”
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β€” gooseflesh but as another bead of sweat tickles down my temple I want to drink her in, drink her up, and feel that chill provide me relief from the inside out. Knees on the outsides of her thighs. Half leaning overβ€”permission not yet given by benevolent tyranny, so even my β€”
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β€” motions are hesitant. @TurbulentFalcon could stop me. Will, /will/ stop me if I’m not allowed to partake. I don’t want to disturb her rest; not now. I just need that cooling relief. And when I’m an inch away from frigid death her heartbeat always brings me back.}
{Crashes in my bed at the apartment with a cheap Whole Foods cookie cake to enjoy the newest season of Black Mirror.}
{Enters her en suite with small plate with warm chocolate croissants from @TurbulentFalcon’s favorite bakery and a mug of coffee in hand, placing them on the vanity. I cautiously knock on the wall to signal my entry.} Can I join you?
{Curls up on the couch where @TurbulentFalcon reads, resting my head on her thigh.} Margo?