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I wake to the harsh, horribly bright chirping of birds outside of August's window. The light seems almost unhumanely bright, and I feel slightly disgusting, having not changed or washed for bed.

Besides the vague nastiness, the sunlight, and the birds, I feel strangely well-rested. Opening my eyes, I stretch and yawn, and my eyes fall upon August, already awake and regarding me in silence.

"Good morning. " I rub one eye. "Sorry, do you know the time?"
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From:creativepseudo
Date:July 16th, 2007 09:35 pm (UTC)
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"I don't, it just feels later than it should be."

I card my fingers through the length of my hair a few times while furtively (although hopefully discreetly)searching for a mirror to gauge my appearance.

"Do you? "
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From:creativepseudo
Date:July 16th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
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I snort at the first comment and lie back down on the pillows. "I must say, you take sloth to an entirely new level. And as for the second part, I actually had my mind set on sleeping with you last night to celebrate New August, but I didn't know your collapse was less of a seduction attempt and more.. of a collapse."

I yawn. "At any rate, I suppose this is better, I haven't slept this well in days."
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Date:July 17th, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
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I pull back long enough to stop my fingerwalking on his hipbone, and I slip a little lower, stroking his cock and grinning at the moan it elicits.
" Was that professor of yours worth it, after all? Did he have talented hands?"
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Date:July 18th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
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The distraction of the immediate dulls my curiosity, even though there are a million other questions I'm dying inside to ask, and someday I will poke apart August until he has no secrets. As for now, however, I murmur something, quickening the movements of my left hand while brushing across a marbled nipple with my right.
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Date:July 18th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
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I lift my head quickly from where I had been tonguing a nipple, letting the thought slide through my head. I had just been getting used to the submissive role that I had quietly assumed in our relationship. The thought of switching filled me with a curious but not unwanted pleasure.

I can't help being slightly symied by his tone. "If I wanted? What about you?"
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Date:July 23rd, 2007 09:48 pm (UTC)
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I realize that hiding behind my arm is horribly childish and melodramatic, so I inhale sharply a few more times, before kneeling to meet him on the floor. "I don't hate you. Not in the least, August, I can't even find it in myself to blame you anymore."

Try as I might, my voice cracks pathetically on the last part- "But, atleast from this side of things, it seems pretty obvious to me what you must do."
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Date:July 24th, 2007 12:28 am (UTC)
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I bury my face into his shoulder. "My father left my mother to avoid disgrace. I hated him all my life. Even after my mother died, and I was living among his family, I refused to see him. He left me almost everything when he died, but still, after all this time I'm still not convinced that I don't hate him now."

I sigh. "That kind of guilt is more than anything I'd ever want you to bear, August. " Another sharp inhale. "It will be better this way." I say, forcing myself to believe it.
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