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Every time there is a thunderstorm, Imorra insists on Regulus staying the night. No, of course she isn’t scared…she just likes the extra company. But she always snuggles closer, holds onto him tighter. He doesn’t mind, of course, because it always ends the same way. Less clothes as the storm progresses, even though they start with a few warm layers. She makes tea as they watch the rain hit the windows, covering the city in a dark sheet. They count and time the lightning, wondering if a Thunderbird is the cause or if it really is Mother Nature. They stay up all night, sometimes talking, sometimes laughing, but always pressed to the other. Sometimes, one falls asleep (usually him), only to awaken at the loud clap of thunder. it’s peaceful, and the heat they create is better than anything else.These nights are the ones they cherish the most.