Asher smiles, setting the hairbrush aside once Nathaniel's hair lies sleek and smooth against his back. He kisses a bare shoulder, taking the empty bottle of Gatorade from Nathaniel's grasp as he wraps an arm around his leopard's waist.
"Bedtime, I think," he murmurs, smiling against warm skin.
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Date: 2009-09-01 06:33 pm (UTC)"Bedtime, I think," he murmurs, smiling against warm skin.