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"Exactly, it's basically art." I chuckled, rinsing my mouth out before putting my toothbrush and such away, wiping my mouth off before hugging her back, adding to the collection. |
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"Or it tells others I'm yours only" |
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"Exactly," I murmured against her neck, pulling away once the mark started to form. |
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She grinned. "I love them" |
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"I love mine too, as well as the scratches your cute little daggers made on my back," I grinned, leaning a smidge closer. "What, needed to hold on to me?" I teased, chuckling lightly as Murphy trotted in. |
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"Might just have to ease up because damn they hurt," I considered for a second. "Eh, worth it." |
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"Oh, sorry" She said, letting go |
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"Tells other's i'm your's only," I echoed, looping my arms around her waist. |
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Sunny with Strong Gusting Winds
