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When she began to approach him, Firefly felt more at-ease. She was accepting his presence, maybe even welcoming it the way that Erzulie appeared to earlier. Still, he'd remain vigilant in case her mood shifted or things went off-kilter; even injured as she was, Firefly did not wish to contend with an agitated version of the woman. The closer she got the more invested he felt, and the less he monitored his own actions - her preening at his chin helped with that, easing whatever tension he felt for the time being. Soon enough Firefly was doing the same back to her - nibbling, nudging, breathing her scent deeply as he tended to her coat. Part of him wanted to be careful because of her injuries but, having already coupled with Erzulie and feeling the pressure of Rosalyn's presence, it soon became apparent he couldn't help but be a little bit rough.
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RE: He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river - by RIP Firefly - February 19, 2019, 10:58 PM