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sariadragon — It's late (fluff)
Published: 2014-05-22 01:25:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 136; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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Description Its late, I had only gotten up to grab myself some water. As I am walking back upstairs, I get this urge to look in on you, check to make sure you are ok. I push gently on your door, expecting it to be locked honestly, and am surprised when it swings silently open. You lay sprawled across your bed, one hand hanging off the edge with a PS controller just barely gripped in it, the other arm lying across your chest. Your head is tilted back and I see the glint of metal at your throat. With a slight jolt I recognize the collar I had gotten you just yesterday. I shake my head, a grin creeping onto my face. “I told him he shouldn't sleep in it.” I sigh and step into the room, hitting a creaky floorboard I freeze, but you don’t even stir. I walk over and stand above you, looking at your sleeping form. You are totally relaxed; head leaned back exposing your neck, shirt slightly askew, pants unbuttoned and unzipped, blanket half draped over your legs. Your deep regular breaths tell me this is no sham, I actually caught you asleep. I gently lay my hand on the side of your face, trailing it down onto your neck and tracing the edge of the collar. Your eyelids flutter slightly, and you mumble to yourself and shift a touch. I grab onto the collar as your eyes snap open, focusing in on me. The muscles that tensed up at the fact there was someone else in your room relax as you see and feel who it is. I lean over and tug you up slightly by the collar to give you a gentle, sweet kiss. “You really shouldn't sleep in this dear, it isn't very comfortable to wake up with a buckle digging into your neck.” I kiss you again and let go of the collar, stepping back and walking out of the room smiling at the look on your face.
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