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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 3:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 7:29 pm
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Bédoier was in that state between dreaming and wakefulness, that heavy warmth that he didn't want to leave, eyes still closed. Especially when his mate snuggled up to him. Without thinking, he nuzzled her, making a sleep-heavy noise of affection. When she spoke, it took him a moment to process it. When it finally clicked, she was near ready to pounce.
"Getting there, my flower." He yawned. He didn't make any moves to get up, however, aside from starting to open his eyes. He'd begun to sleep so soundly, finally, his dreams no longer plagued by fire and the sight of his daughter's fire-scarred back.
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