until the night is over
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With her quiet words spoken, words that he perhaps dreaded just a bit, there was no turning back. His eyes shut tight and head muzzle parted, tongue stroking at the very edges of her ear, back down across her jaw. His hand returned to the bed, elbow pressed into the mattress so that he could caress the side of her face in the moment that he pushed forward, the single moment that would bring the two together. He did so with care, slow and deliberate, considering the fact that he knew very little about her--she knew very little about herself, and whether or not she had ever done such a thing before.
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