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the warmth of her tongue was like a stun grenade against the adventurous young boy. the moment that she washed it over his face and down his back, aengus had fallen still and quiet. he pushed himself against the touch of her so that he could hog up as much of it as possible. really, he wasn't all that interested in sharing the attention with his siblings. when liffey scooted him to the crook of her arm and up against his sister, the little bull poked at eshe with his nose and then yawned a wide yawn. his body was tired and he was ready to fall into the arms of a deep sleep. in a matter of moments, he had done just that.