I licked the head of him, and he convulsed again, muscles cording in his arms and chest, his hands crushing around Jean-Claude's. You'd still be fighting what you want, and what you think you're supposed to want. Now, I started to lay the machete tip against my arm, but Requiem's hand was suddenly wrapped around the hand holding the machete. A fear so raw and naked, that it hurt to meet his eyes.
It made Avery close his eyes and almost sway. I let the thought go and followed Cooper's thoughts, images. If we're going to do this, let's do it. I'm babbling more, like you usually do.
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