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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 10:43 pm
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Since prom, and sharing a bed again, Jory had finally began to sleep through the night once more. In fact, he'd finally started to sleep in. It wasn't every morning, and certainly not when he had early classes to attend, but when their schedules were free, when they had stayed up late the evening before, the afanc remained snug beneath the sheets long into the morning, waking to an arm tightening around his waist to drag him closer, or the soft n** of an ear.
That usually meant Zaire was awake as well. Today, however, there was none of the usual morning routine. The mahamba had slipped out of the bed without rousing his boilfriend, leaving the smaller boil to curl around his newly freed pillow, long legs stretching out beneath the blankets.
He stayed that way until Zaire came back to him, curling is tall body around the still snoozing afanc, burying his face at the nap of his neck, then finally giving a gentle, albeit insistent n** to his ear. It had the smaller monster whining, shifting in his sleep to curl a little tighter around the pillow.
Least till that deep voice managed to get through the heavy folds of sleep. Jory blinked blearily, brows furrowing before he turned enough to look a question at the other boil. "Where are we going?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:48 pm
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Their anniversary. Jory had known that. Or, well, when he'd woken up a little more he'd remember that he knew that. Remember that there was a present for the Mahamba sitting on his desk back in his room. But the other boil was talking about a packing, and a vacation. For a long moment the afanc looked perplexed as he tried to take it all in, tired eyes lifting from Zaire's face to land on the full bags sitting beside the door.
He blinked, frowning thoughtfully as he finally untangled long limbs from the pillow so he could sit up. This was why Jory preferred waking early on days he had class. It usually took him a few moments to truly wake up. He rubbed at his eyes as a yawn hit him, tapering off in a small whine, but when he lowered his hands he looked at least a little more alert than he had seconds before.
A slender tail moved under the sheet, freeing itself so he could drape it across Zaire's legs. They were going somewhere, and Zaire didn't want to give the destination away. Alright. "Do I need to pack warmer clothes, or lighter ones?" He asked, voice still a touch sluggish. "And how long are we going to be gone?"
He could run back to his room, pack a bag, make sure to tuck the present in among his clothing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 7:32 pm
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So a weekend trip, and he needed lighter weight clothes. Okay. Jory nodded, glancing down at the blanket still pooled over his lap, then towards the bedside table as he tucked a bit of pale hair behind his ear. His brain still hadn't quite caught up to what was going on, but it was getting there, sort of. Zaire was on his feet again, so Jory reached for his hand so he could pull himself up as well, then searched the floor for his clothes.
He wobbled a little as he worked to get his sweeping pants back on his legs. "How long is soon?" Just so he knew how much time he had to pack and get ready. It sort of sounded like they would be traveling a while, and jumping right into whatever activities Zaire had planned once they had arrived. If he could, Jory would like to take a quick shower.
Pants on again, he pulled his tee-shirt on, then reached for his phone. "Do you want to just meet at my room, and we can leave from there?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 6:07 pm
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The kisses rose goosebumps in their wake, and the boil shivered, eyes closing as he fought not to simply sink into Zaire's arms. They had things to do, and a small amount of time to do them in, they couldn't afford to get distracted. No matter how appealing the idea might have been...
It was good that Zaire stepped away first, because Jory wasn't sure he trusted himself to be that strong, not after going so long with barely touching. He stood there for a long second as tanned fingers slid along his tail, another shiver running up his spine that made him sway just a bit on his feet. He had to get out of there before his resolve broke completely.
So he went, fingertips brushing Zaire's hand as he reached for his bags.
The trip back to his room took only a minute, and he was inside and in the shower a minute after that. Usually he liked to linger in the spray, but there wasn't time today, so he washed quickly, dried quicker, and pulled his hair into an over the shoulder braid just to keep it neat for the day. He dressed in one of his favorite sleeveless hoodies and a pair of pants with ties near the ankles.
Packing went quick. He had his clothing, a few books, toiletries. He also had Zaire's present, tucked safely into one of the pockets. By the time he was heading back into the hall with his rolling luggage he was finally awake, bright eyed and ready to see just what his boilfriend had in store for them. There were 5 minutes to spare as he reached the gate.
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