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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[blue_on_deck]

[cuddles are new, but not jarring in the least]

[blue_on_deck]

It seems to be yours.

[wetfortono]

[cuddles into his blanket]

You mean I get to throw you out?

[blue_on_deck]

Not really. Not yet anyway.

[wetfortono]

This is my bed.

[blue_on_deck]

Take a look at the ceiling.

[wetfortono]

[makes the most reluctant grumbly noises as he peers up]

-- Oh, no.

[blue_on_deck]

No throwing anyone out until we fulfill camp's wicked wish.

[wetfortono]

This has got to be a bad joke.

[blue_on_deck]

Good morning kisses are in order.

[wetfortono]

Don't be so chipper about it.

[blue_on_deck]

I can't not be what I am.

[wetfortono]

[sits up]

[blue_on_deck]

[watching him]

[wetfortono]

[leans across and kisses you]

[blue_on_deck]

[Oh you're so bold this time. Reaches up to rest a hand on that bony shoulder of yours]