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Warm memories

Dec 30th, 2015
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  1. The tiny marshmallows made a soft plinking noise as they hit the rich, steaming mug of brown liquid. I took a whiff of the slowly rising steam from the hot container, the smell of chocolate and warmth suffusing me, biting back against the cold of the night.
  2. I smile and take the steaming mug, walking out of the small kitchen into the little living room of the apartment I called home. As I approach the couch, a soft stirring catches my attention as blankets shift and fall, revealing the slender form of my wife, Layla. She blearily blinks her eyes awake before stretching out languidly, her delicate curves accentuated by the tight fitting sweater she wore, made even more noticeable her panties, uncovered by the lack of pants.
  3. She lets out a soft mewl as her ears twitch, the feline pair atop her head, and her tail swishes behind her as she watches me with the interest of a curious cat.
  4. "Oh? Is that for me?" She asks, knowing that yes, it is.
  5. I smile and walk to the couch, sitting beside her as she adjusts to make room. "You just looked so cold there, I thought I might cheer you up."
  6. She beams and takes the mug from my hands, taking a whiff of the contents, her delicate nose twitching in delight before she sighs out. "Oh, you spoil me. You even put in the tiny marshmallows!"
  7. "Well, I know you accept only the best, my queen."
  8. She huffs and nudges me in the ribs, but it was an empty gesture, if her ears were to be believed as they often were, and she instead used the motion as a way to move up close against me, her warm body a welcome shock of heat and pleasure against the chill of the winter.
  9. She stays there a moment, her hands delicately holding the mug as she rests her head against my chest. In response, I wrap my arm around her side, using my other hand to pull the blanket up over both of us, making a little cocoon, trapping us in together. Just the way we like it.
  10. Layla makes a soft, purring noise that reverberates through my chest before she looks up in my eyes, her blue gems sparkling. I feel my cheeks heat up and she giggles before taking a sip of the chocolate, her body melting in delight into me.
  11. "I wish this could last forever..." She whispers.
  12. "Me too..." I reply, leaning down to kiss her.
  13.  
  14. "RRRR RRRR RRRR RRRR RRRR."
  15. I wake up, staring at the ceiling, feeling the cold permeate into my bones as I lay in my bed, the blankets doing nothing to stave off the cold. I turn, looking at the alarm that tore me from my dream, blaring out the sounds of responsibility and harsh reality as it read in bold, red letters, "5:30 AM."
  16. I groan and roll out of bed, the warm memories of my dream fading into the back of my mind.
  17. "Fuck this gay earth."
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