I don't do furry. How about sex, or intercourse, those are nice technical terms. I could taste his life underneath his skin, taste it, and know that it was mine, mine if I wanted it. He didn't pull me in, he simply stopped pushing me out, and I was back in that room.
He sat so that the line of his body touched mine as much as possible. If you move, I shoot. I miss the smell of you on my pillow, on my skin. Now, I was still left with Avery at my feet and the others still staring at me, still waiting, still wanting.
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