Dreams came often to Yuuki. Random, whimsical stories that belonged in a children's book; joyful ones with peace and joy and those she cared about. Dreams that wove together the more startling images from her true past and the threads of the what-could-have-beens and the possibilities the future held. They were common, yet altogether not. Sometimes
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He nipped at her lower lip, before pulling her up a little more so that her shapely breasts were within reach. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking teasingly. He worried at it with his teeth, lightly, and soothed any real discomfort with a flick of his tongue. His hand slid over the curve of her ass.
His head fell back to the bed. "Higher..."
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She obliged without much of a word, mildly curious, though more so in need. Yuuki shifted a bit when doing so, her legs to each side of him, spread while, in a way, lying flat against him.
"Kaname..." One of her hands had slipped back to his throat, his shoulder where nails scraped when fingers grasped him.
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