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╳ █ ▌ It was fleeting at first, barely noticeable until a hot breath made him shiver. A long sigh escapes Dettlaff's mate, sheepishly arching his back at the touch. It was a much-needed gesture, it seemed, Rathain falling back into the silken sheets as he lay there for most of the day. Five years away, only having been one night together since, oh yes, his touch was much needed. A reassurance of his presence, he was real. None of it was a fucking dream. "Dettlaff." He smiles, tapping his mouth with a gentle finger, "My lips are up here." 

His body stiffened some, unexpecting his mate to approach from behind. Just as quickly the hybrid relaxes, glancing back to see dark locks smoothed back and the tip of his sharp nose- Rathain can smell all of him and it was like all those voices in one's head suddenly ceases. Hands lock onto the other's, lifting them to his lips to grace upon the former's knuckles, lingering a moment only to be replaced on his waist. The notion is strange but welcoming. 

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Rathain looks at the higher vampire, “Tsk, tsk, be patient, Dettlaff." 

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