[Inko settles with her head pillowed on his chest, arm draped over his waist.
It's strange how perfectly their bodies fit together. Was this what it was like to find someone who was your 'match'? And Bakura's skin smelled so good, and was so warm...]
I didn't want to assume anything, is all. The last thing I wanted to do was impose.
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It's strange how perfectly their bodies fit together. Was this what it was like to find someone who was your 'match'? And Bakura's skin smelled so good, and was so warm...]
I didn't want to assume anything, is all. The last thing I wanted to do was impose.