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[Final Day] What Comes Around
After an hour or so of dirty sex and constant talking, even Tristan's voice is a bit hoarse. But he seems pretty fucking pleased with himself as he curls up to Fon under the covers and wraps his arms around him, kissing at his neck.
"Happy?" he asks, only a little smug.
"Happy?" he asks, only a little smug.
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A human wouldn't be very different.
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"That's the thing about demons, isn't it?" Tristan grins a little, closing his eyes. He looks wistful for a moment. "Why angels fell, and all that."
He claps his hands together, then grabs his iPhone and wallet from the bedside table.
"Anyway, you ready? I'd offer to shower with you, but I think we've both dallied long enough, hm?"
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It's fine, let's get going.
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Tristan opens the door, leading the way out onto the landing, then abruptly goes very, very pale, eyes widening.
"Cawww," says the bird on the railing.
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What?
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Yes.
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"Take it and get back to the house. If they're coming for me, they're going to come for others as well."
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Tristan pushes you up against the doorframe, kissing deeply.
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If you're lying we're going to have a problem.
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