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Rebel Moon - Part Two: Curse of Forgiveness
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Rebel Moon - Part Two: Curse of Forgiveness
Alaaran and Honorée wish you a Happy New Year!!!
cd: Wolfikim
— Alaaran, — I reached for his strong hands and pressed myself against his masculine chest. — Do they celebrate the New Year on your planet?
Alaaran lowered his gaze to me. He studied my face tenderly, pondering his answer.
Finally, he said thoughtfully:
— My grasp of the language is still insufficient to understand precisely what you are asking me.
He inclined his head, and his long, snow-white hair brushed against my shoulder, tickling my skin. In winter, Alaaran looked especially harmonious with his white skin and white hair. Like the very embodiment of snow. We sat in his house, nestled in soft cushions, where it was significantly warmer than outside. That’s why Alaaran remained uncovered, and I could freely stroke his bare chest and trace patterns on it.
— When all the seasons pass in turn, the year ends. On Earth, we typically have long holidays at that time. The Earth makes a full orbit around the Sun and… — I trailed off. There was no Earth here, nor Sun. Here, everything was different…
Apparently, Alaaran also realized I had talked myself into a logical trap, and gently squeezed my body with his large hands. His tail coiled around my legs.
— If you wish, Honorée, we can celebrate your New Year here.
I brushed my lips against Alaaran's skin and smiled. I felt like biting him. Pressing closer. But there was nowhere closer. Alaaran was already embracing me with every part of his body. So I decided to focus on how exactly I wanted to spend the holiday. And in the end, I still came to the conclusion that this was exactly how—as I lay now: in a tight, intimate embrace, with Alaaran's claws teasing the edges of my clothing, trying to slip beneath it, and his hot breath intermittently scorching my face as he pulls me higher to kiss me or simply admire my features. This was better than any holiday.
May your year be filled with all your favorite tropes, happiness, good eats, and maybe... your own personal monster romance?
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You wanna know what amazes me every time?
How when The Doctor and Rose are reunited they fall back into this easy rhythm. There’s no awkward silences or hesitant touches. They’re right back in each other’s personal space and are constantly touch and holding onto each other. It’s like they were never apart despite the amount of time they were separated and I think that’s love.
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