Title:           [AiE] Poon-Licker Anon: Chapter 3
Author:          IcomeanonM8
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First Edit:      Saturday 17th of May 2014 08:13:20 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 17th of May 2014 08:13:20 AM CDT

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>You are Anonymous
>You have been standing in front of your doorstep for around five minutes now.
>Any second now, you reassure yourself.Any second and you'll open that door, greet Cheerilee and pretend nothing is wrong.
>Any second now....
>You're sure she wont mind the shirt, after all its a very light stain. In fact you are pretty sure she wont notice at all.
>But its a really nice night this time of year so a few more seconds of standing around wont hurt... right?
>Any second now you'll turn that knob (How do they even operate those with hooves anyways?) enjoy a normal evening and have dinner with Cheerilee like you always do.
>Except you remember how tense and irritable shes been these past few days...
>You remember how shes been stalking the corridors these past few nights to stare at you while (she thought) you were asleep on the couch.
>How she seemed to go off from the smallest things.
>She is going to go spare the second she sees the mess you've made of your shirt, isn't she?
>You decide to inspect the doorknob a little longer.
 
>You are Cheerilee
>Where is that stallion?
>Waiting for him to get home was rather new to you, He was often already at home by the time you got off from school.
>But, you've spent these past few days at home since the school gave you time off to "tend to" your Estrus cycle.
>While you were thankful for this. You still feel a little miffed about what it implied.
>Did they think you would jump one of the colts?
>Your mouth begins to form into a frown but you remind yourself that all this tension was just the hormones getting to your head.
>[IF ONLY YOU COULD GET SOME RELEA-stop it].
>You take a few deep breaths to regain your composure and do your best to keep that nagging voice bottled up.
>Its going to be dark soon and you start to worry about your human.
>'Your' human, You smile to yourself.
>You were so happy when Anonymous agreed to move in with you, And while you were too embarrassed to straight out ask him to be your special somep0ny, You are pretty sure that that knowledge was already assumed by both parties..Right?
>After all you are both living under the same roof now.
>You were never very good around stallions, You still remember that thing with Big Mac and the cutie mark crusaders.
>You secretly hoped that something would come of it but, no luck.
>Never mind that. You say to yourself. After all you already have Anonymous, and while your relationship was moving on the slow side.... physically speaking.  Anon has never been lacking when it came to displaying his affection for you.
>You'd ask him how humans went about their courtship rituals but you are too embarrassed.
>You are too embarrassed to ask him about a lot of things.
>[Actually, you only need to ask him FOR one thi-STOP IT]
>You sigh at effort involved in having to control that little nagging voice.
>This cycle has proved particularly difficult.
>Having a stallion around the house made things a whole lot harder.
>You managed to stay in control these past few days, but the experience proved a little taxing.
>You admit that you've been a bit harsh on Anon, still, it beats losing control.
>You just need to stay stronger just a little longer
>Just stay strong...no problem, no problem at all.
>These past few days must have also been tough for Anon.
>To make up for this you decide to cook Vegetable stew for dinner.
>He loved vegetable stew.
>And you in turn love that little human ritual of "kissing the cook"
>[If only you could make him kiss you on your-STOP IT]
>You are starting to get confident in your ability to control yourself.
>If things keep going the way they are now, then you'll be able to enjoy a nice evening with Anonymous.
Just be strong...
>You are halfway through washing the vegetables when you hear the door open.
>"Cheerilee, I'm home" you hear anon say.
>Your Estrus racked senses start to pick up Anon's scent as he entered the house and you begin to feel a warm glow on your chest.
>This is it, Moment of truth.
"Dinner is on its way Anon, Why don't you go and wash up?"
>That wasn't so bad. That actually sounded kind of normal.
>The way anon said "YESSSS!" a bit too enthusiastically was kind of strange though.
>You take vegetables out of the sink and get ready to chop them up.
>As you do this, you hear anon start the bath. Thoughts of him being naked just a few walls away do not bother you at all.
>not one bit
>This is going to be a great evening. You smile to yourself.
 
>You are Anonymous.
>You just got off scott free.
>She didn't even turn to look at you when you entered.
>You bury your soiled clothing down the hamper. Hopefully, she wont notice when it gets washed.
>Dinner was going to be a while yet so you decide to take your time.
>Mmmm, dinner. You can hardly wait.
>You love the simple food they have here, hearty meals that were prepared by hand-er hoof. You might even call them "homey" but you never got to eat this kind of food at home.
>You wouldn't trade this stuff for the finest 5 star meal home had to offer.
>Of course adjusting was a bit tricky at first (you suppress the horrible memories of having to finish a plate of dandelion spaghetti that one time.)
>But, everything went smoothly when your friends figured out what you could and couldn't eat.    
>No meat though, you made sure not to mention it when you realized that the population consisted of herbivores.
>It didn't stop them from noticing your "razor sharp" teeth though
>Interesting times
>You finish up, make sure to pick an identical looking vest/shirt combo in hopes that she cant tell the difference and head for the kitchen.
>This is going to be a great evening
"Need help?" you ask as you walk in.
>"Yes please, Can you help peel the potatoes?" Cheerilee says as she turns towards you
>Her expression suddenly changes when she sees you.
>Shes staring at you now... you start to wonder if you're still wearing the same dirty clothes.
>Nope, Shes probably just blanked out. Shes been doing that a lot lately.
>Well, time to earn your keep. You make sure insist on doing the dishes and cleanup after dinner.
>You walk towards the table.
>Her eyes are still following you, She cant seem to break the stare.
 
>You are Cheerilee
>All that 'control' you thought you had just evaporated.
>Hearing and smelling him seemed to be fine.
>But seeing him, well... that changed a lot of things.
Be strong
>What used to be a slight warmth is now replaced with an intense heat
>You feel your chest throb violently.
>If only the throbbing stopped at your chest.
>Your mouth starts to go slack while the rest of your body begins to tense up.
>Your little trance breaks as Anon walks up to you.
>Before you could react, he says "Kiss the cook!" and he begins the motion for a quick peck on your cheek
>Oh Celestia, this is the worst part, this is JUST the worst part, this is the wors-
>Your delayed reactions decide to kick in at the worst possible time and your face slightly turns.
>What was supposed to be an innocent kiss to the cheek is now a kiss on the side of your lips
>-best, this is the best part. your eyelids begin to droop slightly and your mouth starts to water.
>If only the watering stopped at your mouth.
>You squeeze your hind legs together in an attempt to hold this in
>It only serves to amplify the sensation.
>You hold your quickly rising tail between your rear legs
>Another bad Idea
>Your tail brushes against your... you know, And serves to add more unwanted stimulation
>This is not good
>All this happens in the span of time for Anon's little kiss to end and for him to get seated on the opposite side of the table.
>You swear that if you weren't dazed you'd have jumped him then and there
>[Forget about stew Anon, Why don't we bake something in my oven- STOP IT]
>You bite your lower lip as beads of sweat start to form on your face.
Be strong...
"A-anon, c-can you take over for a while. I j-just need to take care of something for a second" You manage to blurt out.
>The simple act of suppressing the shaking of your voice took an monumental amount of will.
>He smiles and nods at you.
>"You can go ahead and take a bath, I'll finish up"
>He just had to pick that time to talk while you were walking past him.
>His breath hitting the back of your ears drives you further on edge
>['Finish up', Theres an idea]
>You hope he didn't spot the look on your face as you walk away.
>You hope he didn't notice your raised tail as you walk away.
>[Be honest, You want him to notice. And you're wishing that he'd do something about it-STOP IT]
>You steel yourself and manage to maintain your composure while walking out of the room.
>Good thing you're facing away from him because your face is completely flushed now and your eyes have adopted a half lidded dazed look.
>You clench your jaw to keep your tongue and drool from seeping out.
>A bath would be a really good idea now
>A really cold one.
>You rush to the bathroom and close the door.
>Privacy at last
>Your chest is starting to hurt now, The throbbing just wont stop.
>The lingering memory of Anon's almost-kiss has made your tongue stick out involuntarily, slick with saliva and anticipating further stimulation.
>You cannot stop panting
>Your entire body has started to glisten with sweat now.
>If only you had the courage to have followed through.
>You take a shower to cool down, knowing full well that it wont be enough
>You go through the motions of cleaning yourself, pretending that you didn't have any plans
>You knew exactly what you needed.
>But you will have to make do.
>You turn up the shower to mask any noise as your hoof begins to hover over your marehood
>You've been forced to resort to this lately
>You lightly bite on your lips and adjust your balance to three legs as one of your forehooves hovers toward your slit
>You shut your eyes and begin recalling memories of time spent with Anon, Memories of that kiss resurfacing the most often
>Your hoof begins its work starting with gentle circling motions
>This is hardly enough but this is the best you can do.
>This is all your fault.
>You've had so many chances
>You remember the past few nights and how you approached Anon as he slept on the couch
>You wanted to invite him to share your bed but you kept losing your nerve when you were in front of him
>If only you had more courage
>[why ask when you can take?] No, you musnt force him, You don't want to lose him.
>You know he'd have given you what you needed but you cant bring yourself to ask.
>You let your thoughts go as you focus on the sensation that your hoof brings you
>All the while you bring up memories of Anon.
>The look on his face as he slept
>The time you spent when he walked you to school every day.
>The way he carried your bags for you, He always made sure that he was the one who did the lifting.
>The way he gave you his full attention whenever you asked him to help you at school. Almost as if he was taking part in the lessons
>The way he placed his hand on your withers whenever you walked together
>You try your best to remember how his hand felt
>The feeling of his breath on your ears
>You are getting close
>You are lying on your side at this point, shaky legs no longer able to support you.
>You bite down on one forehoof as you grind into yourself with the other
>You focus on the memory of him kissing you
>The way his lips felt on yours.
>Almost there
>Your back starts to arc in anticipation of whats to come.
>You almost jump as you hear knocking on the door
>"Dinners ready" You hear Anon talk through the door
"i-i'll be out in a s-second" WHY NOW? YOU WERE SO CLOSE
>You realize that your voice was barely a whisper
>Anon knocks a little louder
>"You all right in there?  You've been in there for a while now" Anon's voice turns to one of concern
>You must have lost track of the time
>And then you realize that the door wasn't closed all the way
>Your legs picked a bad time to be shaky, you are unable to get up.
>"i'm f-fine, please w-wait a second" you could barely hear yourself this time.
>The door creaks open as Anon knocks for the third time.
>What a sorry sight you are
>you managed to move your forehoof away from between your legs but even the smallest foal could tell what you've been up to
>You're lying on your stomach, dazed eyes watery and half lidded, face flushed and panting, droplets of saliva falling out of your mouth.
>Its a good thing you had at aleast actually bathed before you got started.
>Anon is staring at you with an intent look on his face
>On normal times you'd be staring back at him, but even in this estrus riddled state, embarrassment still overpowers your impulses and you are unable to look directly at him.
>"d-dont look" your mouth moves, but no sound comes out. Your eyes find the lining on the bathroom tiles to be immensely interesting.
>This is it, you say to yourself. Its finally going to happen.
>But instead of walking forward you hear anon mutter "you're sick" and he runs off.
>You blew it. Hes probably disgusted at you now.
>It wont be long until he decides to move out.
>All that work and you lost him because you forgot to lock the door.
>Your eyes begin to moisten again, In despair this time around.
>But you hear Anon's hurried footsteps get louder, He's coming back.
>This time around hes holding a towel and rushes toward you.
>You try to at least take a seated position and even fail that.
>Anon kneels down, wraps you in a towel and begins to carry you away from the bathroom.
>You want to squirm away and tell him you could walk but You are unable to do anything but pant.
>If he holds you this close he'll definitely feel your pounding heart through your chest and you'll be found out.
>He carries you to your room and sets you down your bed.
>Holding you in both hands deprived him of any means to switch on the light
>What little light from the hallway that seeps through your doorway will have to do.
>This leaves the both of you in partial darkness but your eyes adjust soon enough.
>He levels his head with yours but doesn't make eye contact.
>Just when you think this was over you begin to feel Anon's hands move all over your body
>Your involuntary yelp of surprise subsides when you realize whats going on
>Hes wiping you dry with the towel.
>He begins his gentle strokes, starting with your head, lightly wiping at your face, tracing each ear, followed by your mane, moving down to your withers, your forelegs, then your chest.
>His face is mere inches away from yours, If he noticed this then he does a good job of not revealing it.
>Your your quick rapid panting has switched to slower, deeper, more intense breathing. You realize that he must be inhaling your breath. You gulp before taking advantage of the situation and doing the same.  
>You stare at his face while his gaze is focused elsewhere.
>He gets started on rubbing down your flanks when you he looks you straight in the eye.
>Your heart skips a beat. And you stare back at him
>"Feeling better?" he asks
>You nod, knowing that you can only talk in squeaks.
>He finishes with your flanks and begins to work on your belly, the sensation is divine, you wish there wasn't a towel between his hands and your body.
>You nuzzle your head against his neck to fight back the moans as he begins to work... lower down.
>You feel his towel wrapped hand rub against your teats, the coarse fabric stimulating your nipples. You realize that there is no malice in this touch but your body doesn't know that. You fight back a gasp and instead nuzzle harder against his neck, his free hand moves to your head and begins to stroke your mane.
>This goes on for a few precious seconds more then he moves to the inner thighs of your rear legs.
>While all this attention has left you in a state of dazed arousal, nothing has prepared you for what came next
>You are unable to fight back a moan when you feel his touch back there.
>He was working on your hind quarters now.
>You would normally interpret this as a sign of him making advances toward you but the passive look on his face and the fact that he did not turn you around dispels any assumptions.
>You are both relieved and disappointing by this fact. He will not be seeing your "condition" back there.
>[Why don't you do it yourself? It will only take a moment to turn and  present yourself and push yourself against him]
>Hopefully he'll think that the moisture there is merely bath water.
>He starts with kneading motions on your rump. This elicits a few gasps as the kneading motion indireclty applies pressure to your marehood.
>You fight the urge to nibble at him as he moves the towel and begins to work on your dock, the enveloping pressure applied to the base of your tail causes intensifies the throbbing on both your chest and marehood
>He keeps doing this until he is satisfied at the dryness of your tail.
>Droplets of sweat begin to form on your previously dry face as you experience the clutching sensation of your dock one maddening repetition at a time.
>You move your head away from his neck and push yourself into his chest. You regret giving up the stroking from his other hand but there is no other way you could have resisted nibbling him at this point.
>You know whats going to come next, Your rear muscles tense up in anticipation and you savour the tingling sensation of your marehood as it begins to wink rapidly.
>You begin to feel an intense hatred for that towel now, If only it wasn't in the way.
>Yet at the same time you are glad that he picked a yellow towel, you cant imagine how you would have explained a stain otherwise.
>Your begin to pant heavily as you sense the towel hover over your sensitive areas
>You feel the intense heat from your chest and crotch start to spill into the rest of your body.
>You begin to feel the pressure of the towel on your rear
>It starts as a dabbing motion, the fact that you cant tell when it will come causes you to inhale in short rapid bursts.
>If you were asked to put it in words, then you would describe it as sensual raindrops of pleasure.
>The random patterns only take up a few seconds of real time but your stimulation overloaded mind causes your perception of time to dilate
>Your eyes have rolled back and your tongue is fully exposed at this point, the lighting conveniently conceals any of this if he ever decides to look down.
>Being nuzzled to his chest has its advantages, The feeling of his warm breath washing over your ears is indescribable.
>The dabbing motion stops and is replaced by a downward stroking motion. The pressure starts at the base of your tail and descends down your dark ring trailing the median and ending in your marehood.
>Both mouths are dripping now and you moan with each stroke, fortunately your outstretched tongue dampens the sound of your moans.
>You know this is wrong and you feel guilty for exploiting Anon but you sway away from the towel sacrificing a few strokes worth of pleasure in hopes of misleading him.
>Your plan works, He adjusts his strokes towards your a steeper angle in an attempt to compensate for the change in position
>Just as the towel moves down on its modified angle you move back to your old position and lean into the towel.
>The deep reaching pressure as the towel presses up against you drives you into maregasm. You clench your teeth, breathe through your nose and drive your face further into his chest in an attempt do reduce noise.
>He must have mistaken your shudders of pleasure and soft whimpers as shivering because he says "The fever must be pretty bad, if you are feeling this cold."
>He wraps his free arm around you in an attempt to share warmth and you take this opportunity to grind yourself harder into the towel, wallowing in your climax just a little longer.
>He guides your body into a more upright position, the poor lighting frames his features nicely.
>The session ends with him gesturing for you to extend a hoof towards him. He takes a fresh towel and does a fine job of drying your hooves one at a time, The feeling of the towel as it strokes the sensitive center of your sole amplifies the serene mind blankedness that your post orgasm afterglow gives you.
 
>Finished with the drying, Anon sets you down and stands up.
>"Now that you're dried up, Lets work on getting you something to eat." he says
>He gestures for you to lie down and he heads for the kitchen.
>As soon as he leaves, you release your steel grip on yourself and pant deeply from your mouth.
>His hands, They were all over you. Even though there was a towel In the way, It is now an undeniable fact that he has explored every inch of your body.
>You bite your lower lip as you recall the experience.
>You'd have given up everything you owned if it meant a repeat of the experience.
>Perhaps he could linger a bit longer in some areas.
>You'd have given up what you didn't own if it meant the repeat did not involve the towel the second time around.
>[Just take what you need from him, he wont mind]
>You subconsciously hover your forehoof over yourself again
>If only you had strength enough to lock the door.
>If only you had voice enough to tell him to leave you be for the night.
>[Or you could hold him down.]
>Your resolve starts to break as you begin to conspire with that nagging voice.
>You could easily hold him down.
>He was a full head taller than you when you stood, but thats only because of his bipedal stance.
>He has occasionally displayed great upper body strength, being able to carry p0nies in his arms, But just how strong was he when he was on his back?
>You were feeling faint right now but you are fully aware that this estrus driven weakness will give way and grant you your full strength if it meant getting what you wanted from him.
>You gulp down when you realize that you are conspiring against him In the dark.
>Him, Anon, Your stallion, Your human
>He never raised a hand in violence during his stay in equestria.
>You probably wouldn't even have to worry about him struggling if you decided to go through with your plan.
Please be strong...[Yes you'll need to be strong] the opposing voices in your mind both nag at you.
>You know how much he holds back
>You've seen him trim his claws and file them into round blunt shapes.
>You've seen his sharp teeth, clearly meant for consuming flesh, but he never once asked for meat.
>If he could indefinitely restrain himself, then why cant you hold back for just a day longer.
>You control your breathing as you attempt to take your mind away from your dark thoughts.
>Your Eyes wander around your room looking to clear your clear your mind.
>The soft light emanating from the door limits what you can see.
>Your vision settles on your desk and you see the picture of yourself when you were a foal.
>You sigh and wonder about how Anonymous looked like when he was a colt.
>Yes, that'll make for nice conversation. You'll remember to ask him about that and maybe trade stories about your respective foalhood experiences.
>You start to make plans to ask him out when all this is over.
Please be strong for just a little while longer...
>You start to regain your composure.
 
>The room fills with light as Anon flips the switch with one hand while balancing a tray with the other.
>On the tray is a fairly large bowl filled almost to the brim with the still steaming vegetable stew.
>He must have used the salad bowl by mistake because the helping is HUGE.
>You start to complain about the serving size but Anon shushes you and says you'll need to eat a lot to recover your strength
>You remember that he practically cooked this meal by himself.
>You smile at the prospect of tasting Anon's cooking.
>Lets see how those co-teachers of yours would react when you brag about this.
>"Hearts warming cake" they jokingly called you. You'll show them
>You bet that They never had their stallion cook for them.
>He sets a stool next to the bed and sits down, tray on his lap.
>You sit up and expect to receive the bowl but instead, Anon presents a spoonful to you and makes an "Ahh" gesture
>You make a half hearted attempt to protest (you do not argue too hard of course, you don't want him end up actually winning the argument of course)
>He makes a stern face that says it all (Yay!)
>You blush at the special treatment you receive and take a small sip from the spoon
>It's still a bit too hot so you blow on it before taking in the spoonfull.
>The stew tastes great. It looks like anon can teach you a thing or two about cooking.
>He notices your reaction
>"Is something wrong? I hope its to your liking"
>He takes another spoonful from the bowl and tastes it himself.
>Your blush doubles as you realize you just shared an Indirect kiss.
>You attempt to reassure him, but your voice still hasn't fully returned
>Instead you imitate the earlier "Ahh" gesture and he beams at you.
>You wish he'd do that more often.
>This time around he makes sure to blow on the spoonful a couple of times before feeding it to you
>You once again warm up at the thought of him feeding you his breath.
>A few spoonfuls later and you are starting to feel much better.
>As Anon makes the gesture to feed you another spoonful you hear a rumbling noise from his stomach.
>He smiles faintly and tries to laugh it off.
>You realize that He's been out all day and since you threw him out so early he probably missed lunch.
>He could have eaten out but you doubt he'd have any bits on him.
>He always refused when you attempted to give him some spending money and he gave you all of his earnings from the odd jobs that he took from time to time.
>This gives you the strength to talk, albeit weakly
"y-you eat some t-too" you say.
>"I can eat later" he smiles and proceeds to motion another spoonful towards you
>Its your turn to make a stern face.
>"I'll get another spoon and bowl later" he smiles weakly
"i-i cant finish this much by myself"
"a-and Im fine with um... sharing t-the same spoon" you mumble weakly
>He reluctantly eats a spoonful then feeds you the next
>You enjoy this modest act of sharing with him and you soon empty the contents of the bowl.
>He takes a cloth from the tray and wipes your mouth with it.
>The feeling of his touch reminds you of the earlier towel incident.
>Your chest begins to throb again.
Be strong...
>He sets the tray down and sits on the bed next to you.
>He places his palm on your forehead to check your temperature, Your eyes close at the feeling of his bare skin.
>He looks a bit unsure and places his palm on the side of your neck
>"Your temperature seems a bit better, I guess" he says, unconvinced at his own words.
>You begin to feel the intense heat return to your body.
>You move the hand that was holding the side of your neck with your forehooves and press your cheek against it
>"Are you feeling any better?" his voice barely registers as you concentrate on the feeling of his hand.
"y-yeah" you whisper, eyes still closed.
>You lose yourself on the warmth of his hand.
>"You really had me worried for a second there" he says, not pulling his hand away.
>You half open your eyes and look Anon in the face
>His soft expression is still painted with his concern for you.
Be strong...[NOWS YOUR CHANCE]
>You cannot help what happens next.
>you begin to suckle on his fingers and reach a hoof out to his chest.
>You trace circles on his chest with one hoof as you place the other on his shoulder
>"Cheerilee?" his expression still soft, the look of concern still hasn't left it.
[HOLD HIM DOWN AND BE DONE WITH IT]  
please, be strong... you sense the opposing voice begin to fade as you begin to lean your weight against Anon.
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>As you push him down you are initially met with resistance. But Anon stops when he realizes that your swaying might cause you to fall of the bed.
>You feel his hands support your sides as he begins to land on his back.
>Even now, your well being is still his main concern.
>You pin him down, Both forehooves holding down a shoulder each, while you position your hind legs to restrain his lower body.
>"I see you have your strength back" there is still no sign of contempt or anger in his voice.
>You slowly lean down and press your lips against his, You hope his mouth was still open.
>You are breathing heavily now, your nose in front of his. You make sure to savour the exchange of breaths as your tongue traces his lips in an attempt to get them to part.
>You begin to apply more pressure when this failed to yield any results.
>You look up from his mouth, expecting to see anger or disgust in his face, The look of concern still hasnt left him.
>He gently moves his hand to your head and strokes your mane. Oddly enough, this feels more comforting than the kiss you stole from him.
>You ease your hold on him and smile weakly
"k-kiss the cook?" you say guiltily
>"kiss the cook" he acknowledges
>you fully release your hold on him and move over to his side.
>He adjusts to a more comfortable position and holds you in his arms.
>He shifts you so that your head is leaning against his chest while he strokes your hair with his one of his hands
>You listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart begins to set you at ease.
>Your panting regulates itself and slowly returns to calm breaths  
>The intense heat you were feeling begins to settle into a more manageable warmth
>He holds you for a few more minutes, releases you and begins to get up.
>You look up to him and hold a hoof to his chest.
"Can we stay like this for a little longer?" You implore
>"Sure" He smiles warmly and settles back to a more relaxed position as you once again crawl over to his chest.
>You wish you could stay like this forever
>He holds you for a full half hour until he feels you begin to drift off.
>You try to protest
>"Youre sick, you need your rest" he states
"C-cant you spend the night?"
>"I'm always a room away." he says calmly
"I-I mean with m-me, In t-this bed...t-together"
>"Its a bit too small for the both of us" he says reasonably
>"If I squeezed in with you through the entire night then you wont be getting any proper sleep now would you?"
"Can you at least keep me company until I fall asleep" you compromise
>He sighs, smiles softly and sits on the bed, this time around he remains seated and instead of laying with you
>He strokes your head reassuringly to help you relax
>He begins to softly hum what sounds like a human lullaby
>"Sleep my little babby~oh..."
>"Sleep until you waken..."
>"When you wake youll see the world..."
>"If im not mistaken..."
>You begin to drift off as he continues to hum
>"kiss a lover..."
>"Dance a measure..."
>"Find your name..."
>"In buried treasure..."
>Your world goes dark as sleep begins to take you.
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