"I do not know," Asher whispers, kissing Nathaniel's hair, tightening his arms around Nat, holding him close. He doesn't like that Nathaniel smells of them, of Anita and Damian most of all.
Shifting, uncaring of his clothes or Nathaniel's, Asher tugs Nathaniel under the covers of his bed, surrounding them in the combined scent of him, and Nathaniel, the nights they've spent in this bed, just the two of them.
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Date: 2009-10-08 04:26 pm (UTC)"I do not know," Asher whispers, kissing Nathaniel's hair, tightening his arms around Nat, holding him close. He doesn't like that Nathaniel smells of them, of Anita and Damian most of all.
Shifting, uncaring of his clothes or Nathaniel's, Asher tugs Nathaniel under the covers of his bed, surrounding them in the combined scent of him, and Nathaniel, the nights they've spent in this bed, just the two of them.