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"Ah, shit!" Revolver yawned, stretching his back and grinning as it cracked in several different places. This girl would be the death of him. When she came closer running that pretty mouth of hers, he reached out with his well-muscled legs and yanked her down onto his chest. "That's right - come to daddy," he crooned, nibbling at one of her tall, feathery ears.

"Love you," he huffed, rolling to his side so that he could cuddle her properly. (Read: hold her down) "I was so worried about you," he said in a rough voice, hoping his voice by her ear would lead to some lovin'. He was pretty starved for attention after three entire days without her. What would he have done if they'd never found each other again?