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[html]  Oh no, SEXHAIR.
It was mid-morning, later than Kansas usually slept. But they had a reason to be tired. He woke to the sound of her soft breathing. Her soft head was tucked perfectly under his chin, and he felt her gorgeous wavy hair on his warm chest. His arm, resting beneath her and gripping her softly to him, lifted slightly and he softly rubbed her shoulder. He tried to remember everything about last night, her moans, her breathing, the way she'd moved. A lot had stayed with him, the grin he'd awakened with bloomed into a smile.
He was still in mild disbelief that it had happened. Perhaps he felt like Savina was even more his... maybe that was the wrong way to put it. His eyes were still closed when her nose playfully touched his. They opened, and he found his long, dark bangs were strewn across his forehead and eyes. He sat up so they would fall into place and he could see her. With a small laugh as he smoothed her own tousled air, he leaned in for a kiss. "Hello, pretty girl... How are you feeling?"
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