>You were laying on the floor, wearing a silky nightgown, poking your mate’s legs. “I’m borred. You wanna do something?” You look up at her, your hair spread out on the floor like tendrils coming from your head.
In the morning Sign woke up with a weary groan ,streaching his arms over his head and cuddling closer to Azazel. Moonlight was streaming through a window so he figured it was time to be getting up, so he pokes his mates chest gently and goes to sit up. As he does he notices two things right away. One his nook was still throbing like crazy, and secondly his stomach felt tight, almost like he had eaten to much. He shakes his head “theres no way the slurry hadnt dripped out of him over the night??” He chews his lips a having no idea whats going on and shakes Azazel a little harder*