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    [justify]The ebony first tier sauntered through camp, guided by only moonlight, half-tail lashing with anticipation. "Doz? You there, gorgeous?" He cooed, golden optics illuminating the darkness. Sitting down where he had played with the kits earlier, Mercutio waited patiently, though it was running short. The stars were beautiful tonight, and that would only add to what they were about to do.[/justify]

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    [justify]Mercutio let a breeze caress his slick black fur, sighing with content. "Yeah ..." He murmured in a daydream-like state. Coming back to reality, he set his head atop Dozen's lovingly. (low muse)[/justify]

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    [justify]"You know you love it." The ebony tom purred as he was pinned to the sandy desert floor. He aimed to cuff her ears, claws sheathed. [/justify]

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    "You guessed right," Dozenroses purred, letting herself get cuffed by Mercutio. Using the hit as an excuse, Dozenroses brought her head forward like his forepaw had pushed her head and touched his nose. She drew away, blushing. She wasn't blushing because she was embarrassed though, she was blushing because she was remembering Emptyvial. She remembered promising that she would always be his Rose, even though the day after, he left her to go and fucking marry Navyseal.


    But she had forgotten him. She had done exactly what Navy said not to do and she was loving it. Why did she feel guilty now? Was it because Mercutio seemed to be all Emptyvial was not? That certainly wasn't true. They had their major and minor differences, but they also had some similarities. What was bothering her?


    Pushing her thoughts away, angry that her inner thoughts had appeared on her face for a mere millisecond, Dozenroses began to purr, letting her tail intertwine with Mercutio's. If she could ramp up the heat of the moment, she could put her fears and troubles away, only to deal with them at a later time.

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