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The morning had pretty much come and gone, and anyone that knew better didn’t disturb the two lovers. Saluce himself was asleep, a pleasant smile spread across his lips, as his darling X’y was tucked nicely against him. The sun had rose and had made its trek across the sky already, shining brightly upon his high thrown overhead when he finally started to wake up. Memories of the night before and just how long they had been up slowly streamed into his consciousness. He remembered her coo’s, howls and bellowing growls as it all flashed through his mind, bringing forth a morning condition he always seemed to suffer from.
But their night had ended with exhaustion, the two of them collapsing into each other. Blues slowly stirred open as the sounds of the festival going on without them called to his attention how late in the day it was. When allowed to sleep this late, he rose generally very quickly. Today was a different case entirely though, feathers, and furs strewn all over the place greeted his eyes as he dared not move and disturb the sleeping female next to him. Some memories didn’t come quite easily, he sat idly wondering why there where so many feathers everywhere… He hadn’t killed and ate her bird had he? No couldn’t have. But his eyes spied her hair lying sprawled out along her backside and his chest, and he recalled another hair pulling incident. And that reminded him of another thing, his eyes trailing along his chest spying the healing wounds there and visions of her on top of him sinking her claws into him when he’d had enough of being denied until forced to comply with her wishes.
He felt as if he had had a bad drinking binge, memories seemed to come and go, but at least this binge was a good one, not the bad kind of black out that meant someone was pissed at him. But even equating it to that seemed wrong since he had behaved and not drank any the night previous. Then the smell hit his nose and he could only sheepishly grin at how the reeked of each other. What a night, as everything seemed to filter in to form a cohesive picture. A hand found its way into her hair, running his claws through it, hoping to gently wake his queen.
Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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