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[demon_slade]

Several moments before she woke up all the way, Samara registered a warmth at her side. Which was strange because she was sure she hadn't crawled into bed with Klaus or anyone else. She'd actually thought she'd been in the hallway

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[wildcurt]

When Brian's familiar warmth left his side, Curt stirred, his body missing the sensation instantly. Oh, but what a lark life was, for how easy it had been for Curt to fall back into the grace of gods and Brian Slade's bed.

"Hey," he rasped, his voice rough from the disuse sleep had given him. Blinking heavy eyes, he stretched and rolled onto his side, bare and unabashed, watching as Brian dressed.

And as Brian spoke, Curt smiled lazily. "Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative," he murmured, reaching one lazy hand up in offering. Clearly he wasn't ready for Brian to leave just yet. Whatever this game was, Curt was sure it would be beyond the realm of imagination and tinged with the sensuality like only Brian could afford.

[demon_slade]

"What are you doing?" Naked-man was reaching out towards her, and Samara was suddenly unsure if she was really on the island anymore. Her natural way of speaking gave way to petulant and sullen in this body, which may have suited it.

"What are you talking about?"

[wildcurt]

"Anything and everything those beyond the magnificence of mankind can evoke and invoke," Curt said almost lethargically.

Propping himself up on an elbow, his fingers were able to wrap around one of Brian's wrist. "What would you like to talk about? Idleness and apathy? Or something a bit more...carnal?"

[demon_slade]

Samara remembered about what gay was at about that second.

"Oh," she said. "You're trying to have sex with me, aren't you? I'm very sorry, but I don't think I can today. I have to see a doctor. There's something wrong with this man's penis."