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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Dazzling_Pack_V">A Dazzling Pack V</span><a href="A_Dazzling_Pack_V#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Dazzling Pack V" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&quot;--The working man -- The working man and the slum child know they can expect my best efforts in their interests. The decent, ordinary citizens know that I'll do everything in my power to protect the underprivileged, the underpaid, and the the underfed--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This world had a knock-off version of the oldie movies channel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They also-- it seemed-- had a knock-off version of Citizen Kane</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kitizen Cane it was called</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which was BULLSHIT</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But that didn't stop you from watching it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There you were, in the Dazzling household</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were sitting on the couch, which was piled high with pillows and blankets</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Under all of it, you had some snacks hidden about</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Popcorn, pop, a bunch of candy and shit covered in chocolate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had made a very nice little cocoon for yourself on that couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were wearing nothing but thick, knee-high socks and pajama bottoms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On your right arm, there was a brace on your wrist</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the table in front of you a bottle of pain pills, with instructions on when to take them and how many to take</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had been a rough couple days for your green ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After your wrist had been dislocated, and promptly shoved back into place, poof and her sisters had dragged your sorry butt to the nurse's office</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nurse Redheart, after stashing the bottle of Bourbon that she had been chugging under the table, had come over and examined you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently, your wrist HAD been dislocated like Adagio said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BUT, it hadn't been a very good idea to rip it back in place like the mighty poof had</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't torn anything, thank god, but even so the nurse had recommended that you take the next few days off of school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had also given you the pain medication that you were now taking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which, for the record, was so illegal that you could barely wrap your head around it, but that was fine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You applauded it even</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She could hawk all of the illegal pain medication she wanted as long as they made your pain at least somewhat bearable</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, for the most part, it did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BUT, like most &quot;over-the-counter&quot; medicine, this one had some side-effects</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't feel very good</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head hurt, your nose was stuffy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were up pissing every ten minutes and you felt bloated as all hell</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how many blankets you wrapped around yourself you were always a little on the cold side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All-in-all, you felt like ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five pound sack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, at least you had your snacks and your old, black-and-white movies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yay...</span><br />&quot;...Yeah, you fuck up that room, Mr, Cane,&quot; you muttered, dragging your arm across your runny nose. &quot;You fuck up that room super hard...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snuggling yourself deeper into your covers, you pawed through the blankets</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the big screen TV in front of you, you watched a fat, aging man ripping a room to pieces</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not saying a word, not screaming, just wrecking shit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They don't make'em like this anymore...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a minute or two, you find the bag of chocolate pretzels you were looking for</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling them from underneath a bunch of pillows, you slipped an arm in the bag and searched around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmmm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looked like you were about out...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd have to ask one of the girls to get another bag next time that--</span><br />SLAM!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The from door was wrenched open, revealing the mighty poof</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was an exhausted look on her face and a blue backpack slung over her shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those IDIOTS... I can't believe...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slamming the door behind her, Adagio kicked off her shoes and made her way toward your bedroom</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You opened your mouth to greet her, but before you could the sound of your bedroom door being slammed rang out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looked like someone had a bad day...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggle deeper into your fortress of comfy, pulling out a handful of chocolate pretzels and stuffing them into your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groaned nasally</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah yeah...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's what daddy likes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you continued to watch your old movies and eat your shitty junk food, you could hear the shower being turned on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poof, no matter what, always took her shower after school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something about her wanting to scrub the stench of humans off her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which was weird since YOU were human and she didn't have a problem with rubbing herself up against you, but whatever...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now that you're thinking about school...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where the hell are Sonata and grump?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually, they're right behind poof when they get home...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did something happen in school?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did the other girls get detention again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poked your head out from the blankets and looked toward your bedroom door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You'd ask when she came out...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopefully she brought you your schoolwork home this time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't want Mr. Cranky riding your ass about getting your math work done</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The old asshat...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since Adagio had the most to wash out of any of the Dazzlings, it usually took her a good half-hour to clean herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, today, you heard the water being turned off in under ten minutes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Odd...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another five minutes later poof erupts from your bedroom, a stack of books under her arm</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was wearing a tight grey undershirt--no bra, of course--and a pair of black sweat pants</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair was wrapped in about five or six towels and her feet were bare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have work for Cranky and Harshwhinny,&quot; she said, setting the books down on the table in front of you . &quot;I managed to talk the rest of your teachers into not giving you anything.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled as she walked over to you</span><br />&quot;And how did you do that?&quot; you asked as she grabbed your head and pulled it out from your cocoon<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can be very persuasive when I want to be,&quot; she said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Frowning, she placed her hands under your jaw, with her palms touching the sides of your throat</span><br />&quot;Swallow,&quot; she commanded<br /><span class="co4">&gt;While she was setting herself up for one hell of a joke, you managed to hold back, doing as she asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did it again, swallowing thickly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grimaced</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your face is red and your nose is running. Have you been drinking water like I told you to?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nodded</span><br />&quot;Yep, and going to the bathroom every ten seconds because it's running through me like shit through a goose.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof, still frowning, placed the back of her hand on your forehead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You're not warm,&quot; she mumbled, pulling the hand away and standing up. &quot;Get those blankets off. I'm going to put some warm compresses on you to help clear you up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You darted back into your safe place</span><br />&quot;But it's FREEZING in here,&quot; you whined<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't care. When I get back here I want those blankets off and I want you sitting up straight so I can get a good look at you,&quot; poof replied, making her way into the kitchen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you grumbled, you nevertheless did as she asked, pulling off the blankets</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the kitchen, you could hear Adagio fiddling around, turning on the sink, opening and closing drawers, looking through the fridge</span><br />&quot;Hey! Where are the other girls?&quot; you called, feeling yourself grow colder with each blanket that you pulled off and tossed away. &quot;Did they get in trouble or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They were wrangled to go to come idiotic band meeting,&quot; poof yelled from the kitchen. &quot;From what they told me, the girl that always wears those headphones managed to talk them into going.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...The one with the glasses? I thought that she never talked.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Apparently she does. And apparently she can be as persuasive as I am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sink was turned off, and not to seconds later Adagio reappeared in the room holding a couple of steaming wet rags</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They would have made me stay as well if you weren't here all by yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking back over to you, she helped pull the rest of the blankets off of you and tossed both them, your bags of snacks and pop, and the blankets on the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now sit up,&quot; she commanded. &quot;Rest your arms on your knees and lean forward a bit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, you did as poof asked, trying, and very much failing, to breath through her nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holy hell were you stuffed up...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;First, she placed one of the rags around the back of your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other went on your forehead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next she somehow put on your chest without it falling off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lastly, she carefully wrapped one around your neck, right under the jaw, and held it there with a hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There. Now hold still for a minute or two. This should fix you right up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While the rags weren't hot enough to burn your skin, they were still pretty warm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you didn't particularly like the feeling of warm water running down your back, arms, and chest while you were sitting on your couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you would have been healthy, you would have been able to deal with it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, since you always turned into a bit of a bitch when you were on medication/felt shitty you began to squirm</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio saw this and, giving you a firm look, placed her free hand on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, if these rags fall off your body I'm going to be VERY upset.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But it feels wwwwweeeeeeiiiiirrrrddddd!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't care what it feels like, it's going to help you. Now shut up, hold still, and take long, deep breaths.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cold, wet, and shivering, you did as the mighty poof commanded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She must have put something in those rags besides water, because with each breath you took you could feel your sinuses clearing up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body started to get less achy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your throat didn't hurt as much</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even your shoulders didn't feel as tense or tight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The puffiness in your face and hands went down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Minutes passed by as you took long, deep breaths again and again and again, until the rags were cold and you felt like half a human again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the rag that she had pressed against your throat away, Adagio looked you over carefully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you feel any better?&quot; she gently asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing your eyes, you nodded</span><br />&quot;Yep. it's still freezing in here though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grunted, balling up the wet rag in her hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sonata and Aria are going to bring back pizza when they get home so we won't have to worry about food tonight,&quot; she said, pulling the rest of the rags off of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nodded, your toes curling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was FREEZING in this room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were going to have to grab yourself a blanket...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio, seeing where your gaze was going, grabbed a blanket and tossed it to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be right back with a glass of water. You keep sitting up like that and breathing through your nose.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrapped the blanket around your shivering body as she made her way into another part of the apartment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And DON'T touch any of those blankets. I'll clean them up in a second.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But it's COLD,&quot; you complained<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll have to suffer through it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snorted, hugging your arms close to your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suffer through it your ass...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll suffer your dick in her cereal tomorrow if she wasn't careful...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a minute or two, Adagio came back with that glass of water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I want you to at least drink half of this,&quot; she said. &quot;After I'm done cleaning your mess up I want to look at that wrist of yours.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poof doesn't wait for an answer, she just turns around and gets to work</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your bags of snacks were put in the kitchen, and your pillow and blankets were folded and placed somewhere in your bedroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio didn't mess around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no talking, no distractions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she bent over, she didn't wiggle her rear in your face like she usually did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also didn't remark upon you eating all of this candy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No teasing, no smiles, nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be honest, it almost looked like her pace was hurried</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like she was nervous about something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you don't comment on it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drink your water like a good boy and set the empty glass on the table in front of you when you're done</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof had been like this for a few days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and the other girls had noticed it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How wouldn't you be able to notice it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carrying the last of the pillows to your bedroom, poof hurries over to the couch and sits down next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let me see your arm,&quot; she said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly extended your injured arm, presenting it to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without ceremony, she began to undo the brace, her small, slender fingers untangling the straps and bindings with ease</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In no time at all, she was able to slide it off your wrist</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The skin was a little pale where the brace was, you noticed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could also see some bruising around the length of your wrist</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grimaced, opening and closing your hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looked like shit, but it was getting better</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might not even need those pain pills in a day or two</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio bit her lip as she moved your arm around</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her touch was slow, careful, as if she expected you to fall apart at any moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is anything hurting?&quot; she asked, looking up ap you. &quot;Is there any shooting pain? Does anything feel wrong?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Everything's fine,&quot; you assured. &quot;It's just a little tender. I'll be fine by Monday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio's eyes swapped from your wrist back to your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure? If I need to, I can have the principal let you stay at home for another week or two?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell's gotten into her?</span><br />&quot;It's just a sore wrist, Dagy,&quot; you said, flexing said wrist. &quot;I probably didn't even that brace or those pills.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio frowned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're going to wear that brace until you're a hundred percent healed,&quot; she said, in a tone that broached no argument. &quot;I'm not going to have you hurting yourself even more by accident.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you could argue, she was already putting the brace back on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason or another, Daggy had a bit more difficult of a time putting the thing back on than she did getting it off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was still being as gentle as she could be, which wasn't going to work since you needed to put a little &quot;oomph&quot; into it when you put this thing on</span><br />&quot;Adagio,&quot; you said. &quot;You can put a little more muscle into it of you want. I'm not going to fall apart.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof stopped messing with your brace with a frustrated huff</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then looked up at you, her expression unreadable</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't want to hurt you again ,&quot; she quickly grunted, before turning her attention back to your brace. &quot;The alpha is supposed to keep her pack safe, not hurt them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An eyebrow rose from your face as Dagy muttered something in a language that you couldn't understand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shook your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was worse today than she was yesterday</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And yesterday she had been BAD</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So bad that she wouldn't let the other girls NEAR you</span><br />&quot;Dagy, you don't have to beat yourself up about that. It was an accide--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fucking strap,&quot; Adagio growled, her eyes narrowing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried to pull your arm away, but she grabbed it, her eyes widening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, no! Don't strain yourself, I--&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning over, you wrapped your free hand around poof's shoulders and pulled her against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stiffened, her grip on your injured arm tightening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ow</span><br />&quot;Adagio. It was an accident. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about,&quot; you insisted, pressing your forehead against hers<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof--refusing to meet your gaze-- tried to pull away, but you followed her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She would have felt a hell of a lot better if she would have just apologized</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria and Sonata knew this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, even SHE knew this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it wasn't going to happen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio Dazzle hadn't apologized for anything in her long, long life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It just wasn't in her nature</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So she did this; worried over you and protect you and make sure that you were completely and totally fine while trying to act like the big, tough, commanding girl that the world knew her as</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But no more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were nipping this in the bud today</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few half-hearted attempts of trying to pull away from you, she looked up into your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see the worry in them, the regret, the self-hatred and anger and the doubt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Managing to pull your injured arm from her hands, you wiggled it out of the brace--which dropped to the floor below-- and wrapped both arms around her neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hurt a bit, but you ignored the pain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Mostly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking wrist...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking Bulk Biceps...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then leaned back a bit before burying your face into the nape of poof's neck and began to gently bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio gasped at the first little nibble, her knees knocking together in surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the bites continued however-- up her neck and around her jaw-- she slowly began to relax</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The muscles in her arms and legs went limp, her shoulders sagged, her eyes even became half-lidded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands found their way onto your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few seconds later, they were wrapped around your neck and she was nuzzling the side of your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was unnaturally warm--like the other girls were-- and smelled like the soap that she had just used not twenty minutes ago</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could also smell something else</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something unidentifiable and wild and potent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smell that had been with her since you've known her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smell that couldn't be washed off with soap or water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was her scent, her smell, and you loved it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nuzzled under her jaw, rubbing your nose against her soft, smooth skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio sighed, pressing herself against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of her hands reached up and began to toy with your hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips parted, revealing her unusually long, sharp canines</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She placed a hand underneath your chin to pick your head up and move it to the side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then--her eyes shining-- began to bite your neck as you bit hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew that if she wanted, poof could have taken a chunk out of your face or neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had seen her and the other girls eat meat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had seen them tear into thick steaks like they were made of paper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, like always, she was gentle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nips never broke the skin, never hurt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact they did the opposite</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each kiss sent a delightful jolt down your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips were full and soft</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was love and care in each nip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grinned at a particularly hard nip</span><br />&quot;There's my girl...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio pressed herself toward you until she was practically sitting in your lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tore the blanket off of you and forced you to lay flat against the couch</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel her soft breast through her thin shirt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs were entangled with yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you could get a glimpse of them, you could see Adagio's eyes were filled to the brim with love</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And still she was kissing and kissing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof made her way up your jaw and around your chin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were trapped underneath her comforting weight now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair was all around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of her hands were playing with your hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You no longer felt cold</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body was warming up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parts were stirring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hardening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rubbing against your alpha's beautiful thighs</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio grinned when she felt this, leaning up to plant a kiss on your lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After dinner, I'll have to make sure that you're seen to~&quot; she cooed, tossing the blanket over the two of you. &quot;...But first, you need to take your medicine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kissed the top of her chest, wrapping your arms around her middle</span><br />&quot;In a couple of minutes,&quot; you said. &quot;I want to lay here with you for a little bit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she didn't look particularly happy, poof honored your wishes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With some adjusting, the two of you found yourselves lying on your sides watching TV</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your back was pressed up against Adagio's chest, the top of your head resting about tit-height</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Poof had her arms wrapped around you and under your shirt, teasing and scratching everything within reach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you comfortable?&quot; she asked as you snuggled closer against her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nodded, giving her arm a kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio hummed, kissing the top of your head as she used a foot to adjust the blanket so that it covered your feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For about ten minutes, neither of you said a thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just sat there, watching your movie, and listening to each other's breathing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you felt poof press her hand against your heart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Never again will I hurt you, my gem,&quot; she murmured. &quot;I swear upon every sea.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled, closing your eyes</span><br />&quot;I love you too, hon.</div></div>




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