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Post by Bella Aghony on Mar 28, 2012 13:51:17 GMT -5
Her eyes drifted open. Sleep slowly drifting away, clearing her mind to consciousness. She could sense it would be some time before the shutters rose for the day. Yet she felt rested. Needs sated in every way. Mind, body, soul. Her arm was draped across Zsadist chest, her thigh across his and the black satin sheets loosely gathered across their hips. The way her body, stretched out next to his, pressed up against him, molded to him perfectly.
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Post by Bella Aghony on Mar 28, 2012 14:14:45 GMT -5
Unsure if she could feel more contented than she did in that moment, she curled up closer to him and gently ran her fingers over his chest, tracing the scar on his pectoral that marked him as a member of the Brotherhood. A warrior for their race. Her warrior. It still amazed her how someone so fierce and deadly could be so gentle, loving and protective as he was with her.
As she watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest with his steady breathing as he slept, she knew, she also needed to try and get some sleep. The ribbon cutting ceremony for the grand opening of Safe Place was tonight. Marissa had worked hard to get the place back up and going after the attack. Though the attack had rattled them all, especially the families who called Safe Place home, they all did their best to push past the event to try and find sanctuary once again. A place that provided safety and security to families who needed it. It was important to them all.
Allowing her eyes to drift close once again, she tried to clear her mind of the excitement and anticipation of this evening's events. Body already relaxed, she slowly drifted back off to sleep.
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