Heated Whispers and Baited Breath

A dreamless sleep overwhelmed him not long into their night, dreams would refrain from bothering him. He'd hold the pale girl in his sleeping arms, right where they'd passed out in the middle of nowhere knolls. The exhaustion had taken him before any thoughts of repercussion had found their way into his mind, and even as he was disturbed by the soft touch of Mercy's nuzzle only his love for her would reflect in his mind. He'd take in a deep breath as his eyes fluttered open and he'd smile at her tender kiss. She'd wiggle back into his stomach and the boy would wrap his long limbs around her, pulling her into his tight embrace. He'd hear her content sigh as his mind replayed the night's events. "Hey you," Revenge would whisper as he nuzzled behind her ear and kissed her lovingly. "Good morning."
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