Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

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He took too long, left too much open. The woman was skilled, clearly. She came down on his neck, himself leaving too little time to react and submitted. Yet she didn't do much damage, only held his ruff, feeling her teeth sink softly into his as her command came.
Enough.
His mind went to Ronnie, in that moment. He didn't know why.

He nodded. Lifting his head slightly -- assuming she'd removed herself -- and cast a worried gaze over her. He'd tasted blood, did he hurt her? "Are you hurt?" He asked earnestly, stepping to her to inspect her shoulder himself. Something about his and Ronnie's relationship made him less hyperaware of his space. Maybe it was the proximity of how they slept that eased him.
He gave the woman a soft, apologetic smile. She didn't come from the same place as him, though she looked as if she'd met those like him. "I'm Derg." He impulsively said. His own brow quirked at himself, wondering why. He licked his licks quickly -- nervous again?

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