Out of time. I made him spread his legs so I could lie down between them, rest my head against the muscled swell of his thigh, and gaze up the length of him. I lifted more of his braid in my arms, and it was like holding a snake, a soft, thick serpent. I guess fair is fair, he said, but there are some things that you deserve to hear that they don't.
Because if I let you start bringing in people, everybody else will want to, and it would be a mess. Though it felt a little silly talking to a lump under a blanket, when the lump was wrapped around my body. Helped me realize that what I was thinking was not entirely me. But I was tired, and late, and feeling squidgie about having had sex with Byron and Requiem.
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