Aurora, Chapter 04 

"Silent Night" 
(P-M1g1, H-N)
An (eventually) erotic story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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Aurora nodded and lifted herself from the couch, stretching a bit, the tshirt 
inching up her thighs as she did so. He glanced at this and purposefully looked 
at her face. She smiled and shrugged slightly. "Um...I can sleep on the couch 
maybe?" She said, cocking her head. "I..." She started, quickly trailing off, 
obviously catching herself, then stammered "I've done that...before..." 

He cocked his head slightly and looked at her curiously, but decided not to push 
it. "Um...why don't I set up the bed in the spare room for you?" He suggested. "It'd 
probably be more comfortable...except..." 

"Except?" She said, cocking her head. 

"Well, except that the room's horribly dusty and sufficiently cluttered that you'd 
fall and break your neck if you tried to get up to pee in the middle of the 
night, in the dark...and I think one of the bunks still has a mattress, but it's...really 
old so...um, never mind..." He said and shook his head. 

"I...I could sleep there if it's easier for you..." She said apologetically. 

He blinked. "You've got to be kidding me," He exclaimed, looking at her 
probingly. Why on earth would she agree to that? 

"Huh?" She asked, a little nervously. He shook his head slightly; he found her 
excessive willingness to accomodate him rather disturbing. Was she really so 
used to people walking all over her? He made a note to ask her about it later. 

"No, seriously. Dunno why I suggested it. Guess I'm kinda out of it 
tyoooaahhhhmmmmm." He yawned, cutting off the end of the sentence. "Damn...I'm 
exhausted too, aren't I?" He shrugged and pondered for a second. "Tell ya what...why 
don't I set you up in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch?" 

"Um...I don't wanna...you know...force you out of it or..." 

"You're not forcing anything; you're a guest, Aurora," He said. "Besides, I 
sleep on the couch a fair amount myself." 

"Well...." She wavered, obviously taken aback by his generosity. 

"And plus, you're smaller than I am. That means you'll lose heat faster and it'll 
take more covers to keep you warm. You'll be warmer in the bed." 

She nodded, pondering for a moment, then shrugged. "Well...if you insist..." 

"C'mon, let's go upstairs and take a look," He suggested, motioning for her to 
follow as he headed toward the stairs. She hesitated for a split second, then 
followed him toward the base of the staircase. He began to climb it, making sure 
not to do so too quickly, as he figured she wouldn't be able to keep up if he 
took the stairs at the speed he usually did, let alone the speed he had earlier 
when looking for a blanket for her. 

They rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and this time he led her to the 
left. Joe turned the knob on the master bedroom door and pushed it open, 
chuckling. "I swear, this is almost the only door in the cabin that doesn't 
stick." 

She giggled in response. "Geez...what causes that, anyway?" 

"It happens when for some reason, the door doesn't fit in the frame quite right...like 
if it's too big, or a little crooked, for instance." He stepped into the room, 
Aurora following a few steps behind him. Joe turned towards her and stepped 
aside with a wry smile and a dramatic sweeping gesture. "Ta da," He chuckled, 
and she laughed again, glancing around. The room's walls were the same pine 
planks as the rest of the cabin, though heavily insulated. The room was warm 
enough, but the three windows his uncle had installed, for reasons beyond him, 
contributed significantly to heat loss, as did the exposed brick of the chimney 
when there wasn't a fire going. He'd attempted to compensate for this by 
installing an additional electric fan in the duct leading to the room, in order 
to direct more warm air into it; that had been a nightmare, but he had managed 
to get the fan itself installed and wired. Getting the ductwork back together, 
he remembered, had been a complete pain in the ass. 

Two of the windows were above the bed, and a third was over the computer desk. 
Each was a three-foot square with four panes, the same as all the others in the 
cabin. The glass was deceptively thick--roughly an inch and a half, if he 
remembered correctly--and shatterproof, both traits intended as design 
adaptations for extreme weather conditions like those the cabin was currently 
experiencing. The bed itself was a full size, half-made and tucked into the 
corner with white-turned-beige sheets and pillowcases and three blankets, the 
top one brick red. It looked nice and warm and inviting, especially as tired as 
he was, and he suppressed a sigh at the prospect of sleeping on the couch. He 
honestly wasn't looking forward to it at all, but she was his guest, and he was 
indeed concerned about her being warm enough down there, particularly once the 
fire died down. He half-forced a smile. "Does this look all right, honey?" He 
asked, then caught himself. "Err...Aurora, sorry." 

"You can call me that," She said, smiling and blushing slightly. He shrugged. "And 
yeah...um, this looks comfortable and all..." 

"Sorry it's kind of a mess," He muttered apologetically, indicating with his 
hand the assorted dirty clothes, books, electronic components and other 
miscellanies distributed randomly on the floor and furniture. Shaking his head, 
he stepped over to the bed, lifting the two shirts he'd left on it earlier and 
tossing them onto the office chair by the computer desk. Shrugging slightly, he 
pulled the covers back and gestured to the bed. 

"It's ok," She responded, slipping her arms out of the bathrobe and draping it 
carefully across the back of the chair. The back of the robe was conspicuously 
wet. She smiled and walked to the bed, then climbed up onto it with her hands 
and knees, her t-shirt hiking up enough to give him a good, albeit brief, view 
of her butt. She rolled over and the t-shirt slipped down, covering her, though 
it was still pulled suggestively up her thighs. She glanced down and 
straightened it, blushing slightly. "Sorry." 

"For what?" He asked, innocently, trying not to advertise the fact that he'd 
been idly eying her up all night. 

"'Cause...isn't it, like...embarassing when you...you know...see me?" 

"Geez, sorry...I don't mean to embarass you," He responded, blushing slightly 
himself. 

"No...I mean for you," She replied. 

"Oh. Doesn't bother me," He responded with a shrug. It was more or less honest, 
he realized; seeing her didn't bother him--it was his reaction to doing so that 
did. 

She smiled. "Ok." 

He nodded. "Well, go ahead and get yourself comfortable and I'll...see you in 
the morning, I guess." 

She nodded, slipping under the blankets and wrapping around her body. As he 
started to turn, she opened her mouth as if to say something, paused, closed it 
again, and swallowed, blushing slightly. After a moment, she simply said "All 
right. G'night Joe." 

He smiled, then turned towards the door. "Lemme know if you need anything." 

"Are you going to bed now too?" She asked. 

"Yeah," He replied, then half-turned towards her. "I'll just throw a blanket or 
two on the couch." 

She nodded slowly, her face vaguely uncertain through the haze of adorable 
sleepiness. "Sure you'll be all right down there?" 

"Of course," He replied. 

Smiling weakly, she murmured "Well, sweet dreams, I guess..." 

"Thanks," He said, smiling over his shoulder. "You too. Um, let me know if you 
need anything..." 

"All right," She said, softly, nestling down into the covers. He turned and 
walked to the door, pausing for a moment before reaching over and flicking the 
light switch. The hallway was still illuminated. As he stepped through the door, 
he heard her voice again. "Errm, by the way, I kinda left the light on in the 
bathroom...it's on this funny knob thing and I didn't really know what to do 
with it, and--" 

"It's ok," He responded, smiling over his shoulder again, though he doubted she 
could see it; backlit at the edge of a dark room, he would be little more than a 
silhouette. "It's a rheostat; you turn it one way to dim the light and the other 
to brighten it." 

"Oh," She murmured. "I hearda those but I never saw one. Didn't know y'could use 
'em on fluorescents..." 

"Well, it requires specialized bulbs to work very well, and they aren't cheap, 
but it saves a lot of electricity," He replied, grinning. "So if I paid for mine 
in the first place it'd be quite a help." 

She giggled. "Yeah, true..." 

"Don't worry; I'll deal with the lights. You just get some rest, honey," He said. 
"Good night." 

"Night," She murmured, the covers rustling a little as she snuggled up in them. 
He stepped out into the hallway and softly closed the door, pausing a moment. He 
shook his head slowly and shrugged, then headed down the hall, past the stairs 
and the door of the spare bedroom to the other entrance of the bathroom. The 
door was hanging halfway open. Joe crept softly through the door and across the 
linoleum floor, noting with a smile that she'd dutifully hung her towel up on 
the towel bar. He turned towards the wall on the door side, grasped the rheostat, 
dimming the bathroom light until it was barely bright enough to see by. 

Joe turned and headed out, pulling the door to behind him, then walked to and 
through the open door of the spare bedroom. He flicked the lights back on, 
noting that he'd left the blanket drawer open when he'd dashed up here to get 
them for Aurora. He stepped closer and closed it, smiling. He still had two 
blankets, half-folded, on the floor beside the couch; that should be enough, he 
concluded, especially if he threw another log on the fire. He flicked the switch 
and stepped out of the darkened spare bedroom, then walked back past the 
stairway. He turned off the hall light with the switch on the wall around the 
corner on the far side of the stairway opening, turning off the hall light, then 
headed down the stairs. He paused at the bottom for a moment before turning the 
stair lights off as well. 

He rounded the corner into the kitchen-slash-dining-room, reaching around to 
flick the switch off, bathing the room in darkness. That left just the entryway 
and living room lights. He walked back into the entryway and switched off the 
porch light and interior entryway light, made sure the door was locked, and 
headed into the living room, yawning loudly as he crossed the threshold from the 
entryway. He switched off the closer of the end table lamps that provided 
illumination for the living room, then glanced at the fireplace. The fire had 
nearly died, but there were still some decent coals left. Joe crossed the room 
and stood beside the tinderbox for a moment, pondering what sort of, and how 
much, firewood to add. Finally he grabbed a medium-sized log, walked to the 
fireplace, knelt down, and placed it carefully over the remaining coals. 

Joe rose to his feet and stretched, yawning yet again, then reached down, 
grunting at a slight cramp in his back, and grasped one of the blankets. He 
stood up and shook it, unfolding it, then kicked off his slippers. Finally, he 
stretched out on the couch with his head towards the "back" end, giving him a 
clear view of the door and entryway; for some reason, he always felt more secure 
when he slept facing the door. 

He reached up and turned off the lamp, then pulled the blanket over him, 
squirming a bit to wrap it around him, and rested his head on the sofa cushion. 
He lay still in the dark for a few minutes, pondering the events of the day and 
the unanswered questions. He had a feeling that there was something he was 
missing, but his mind seemed to be rapidly turning to marshmallow. He shook his 
head slightly and closed his eyes, and within moments he was asleep. 

Joe slept, a bit uneasily, until he found himself dragged from a disturbing but 
non-terrifying dream half-remembered, full of vicious winds and whirling snow 
that seemed to repeatedly coalesce into ethereal, ephemeral and unnerving forms; 
demonic visages, he recalled later, were a predominant theme. He blinked his 
eyes and shook his head, still half asleep and uncertain as to what had roused 
him. Nothing obvious presented itself. 

He held still and listened carefully. It was deathly still in the cabin; the 
fire had died down and the storm likely had as well, as it was hardly audible 
despite the couch being right underneath one of the square windows. The 
stillness bothered him and he blinked, shook his head, and slowly sat up, 
rotating to set his feet on the floor. 

Joe shook his head and thought for a minute. He wasn't sure what woke him, but 
he half remembered his ears ringing slightly as his eyes drifted open, as if 
from a crash, a sudden loud note...or a scream. His eyes widened and he almost 
jumped to his feet, toes feeling around on the floor for his slippers. He couldn't 
find them at first, and decided it didn't matter. He'd better go check on Aurora. 

He walked quickly to the stairs; he was in just socks, so running would likely 
have caused him to slip and fall. The first stair squeaked slightly as he set 
his foot on it, and he winced. This was a new development. He walked carefully 
up the stairs, pausing to listen on the first landing. He thought he heard some 
sort of soft noise coming from upstairs, to his left, but he couldn't identify 
it. 

Joe climbed the second flight of stairs and rounded the corner to the left. He 
paused again outside the bedroom door and listened. The noise was clearer and 
more audible from here, and he winced in sympathy as he recognized the soft 
gasps and heaves of muffled sobbing. He paused at the door, swallowed, then 
knocked. "Aurora?" 

"Huh?" She said, her voice obviously strained. The sobbing tapered off, 
obviously suppressed as she struggled to control herself. He winced again, once 
more troubled by her reticence, then shook his head. He'd ask her later, he 
decided, once she had a chance to volunteer whatever she was inclined to. 

"Can I come in?" Joe turned the knob slowly, pausing before pushing the door 
open. 

"Yeah...ok..." She murmured. He pushed the door open slowly. "Whaddya want?" She 
asked, in a tone not hostile or belligerent but obviously nervous. He could 
barely make out her silhouette by the dim light from the hallway. 

"Are you all right?" He asked. He took a couple of steps toward the bed. 

"Yeah...I'm fine," She responded, sniffling a little. 

"Are you sure?" Joe asked, moving another step closer. "You sounded..." 

"Um..." 

"...well, like you were crying." 

"Sorry," She murmured, her voice muffled. He moved closer to the bed, and 
realized that she had the covers pulled over her head. She seemed to be lying on 
her side, but it was dim enough and she was small enough that he wasn't sure. 

"Sorry?!" He asked, astonished. "What the hell for?" 

"I..." She whimpered again. 

"Sorry. Just...surprised me," He replied. "You've nothing to be sorry for." She 
sighed softly in response. Another two steps and he was standing next to the bed. 
"Mind if I sit down?" 

"Go ?head," She murmured from under the covers, wiggling over a bit, toward the 
wall, to give him room. He sat down at an angle to the side of the bed, turning 
his upper body towards her. 

"Now...please, honey...you can tell me what's troubling you." 

"Can't," She whimpered. He could hear her wheezing a little as she breathed. He 
winced again. Her obvious pain and distress was heart-rending. 

"Seriously. I told you, you can tell me anything." He swallowed. He didn't want 
to push the kid, but he'd always found that talking through his problems made 
dealing with them easier. He was beginning to suspect that she'd never really 
had someone to talk to, at least not recently. 

She pulled the covers down from her face, slowly, turning her head to face him. 
He could barely see her eyes in the dim light, but they looked red and a little 
watery from crying. Her cheeks and lashes glistened slightly with hastily, 
clumsily dried tears; her nose might have been a little bit runny. "I..." She 
trailed off, then swallowed. "Bad dream," She murmured apologetically. 

"Do you want to tell me about it, Aurora?" He asked, leaning a little closer. He 
swallowed. The way they were positioned, he realized, the tops of her thighs and 
the lower part of her stomach were against his lower back, almost his butt. He 
could, if he concentrated, faintly feel her reclaimed warmth through the covers, 
and he felt a hint of stirring in response. Once more he kicked himself. 

She swallowed, and looked at him for a moment, then shook her head slowly. "I...don't 
really...wanna talk about it...uh, no offense or anything," She stammered, 
blushing a bit. He nodded, and she smiled weakly. 

"All right. If you change your mind I'm here, you know," He said. "Whatever it 
is, it really seems to be bothering you." 

"I guess so," She said, and shrugged. 

"Between the crying and the scream..." 

"You heard that?" She blushed deeper, recoiling slightly as if expecting a 
reprimand. 

"Yeah. I heard you crying from outside the door, and on the way up," He 
explained. "And I think you woke me up when you screamed." 

"Sorry," She said, looking miserable. For the umpteenth time he wondered what 
the hell had gone on in her life that left her acting like this. 

He winced again, smiled tenderly, and patted her head softly. "Don't be sorry, 
honey," He said. "It's all right for you to have needs too, you know." 

She looked at him strangely for a moment then nodded slowly. "I guess...I'll 
tell you in the morning," She said softly. "I don't...really wanna go into it...tonight..." 

"All right, sweetie," He responded, stroking her hair softly. "Is there anything 
I can do?" 

"I...I dunno..." She murmured. "Um...stay here maybe?" 

He swallowed, wincing slightly as he weighed her request. "I can for a while, 
sweetie, but I'm gonna need to sleep too..." He replied, wavering a bit. 

"S'ok," She murmured. "Y'can sleep here." 

"Huh?" 

She looked up at him and shrugged apologetically. "Bed's big 'nuff..." 

"Oh..." He blinked and pondered. "I'm not sure that's really a good idea?" 

"How come?" She asked, cocking her head, looking a little disappointed, a little 
nervous, and a tiny bit embarrassed. 

"Well, because...um..." He wasn't sure how much she knew about the issue, or sex 
in general, so he tried to word it carefully. "If...anyone knew that we were...sleeping 
in bed together...they'd...jump to conclusions," He explained at last. 

"Huh?" 

"If we, ah, slept together, people would assume that we...'slept together' if 
that makes any sense," He replied. "Or they'd think I was trying to, or 
something like that." She stared, uncomprehending for a moment, before it dawned 
on her and she blushed deeply, giggling a bit. "See what I mean?" He replied, 
blushing a bit himself. 

"Yeah," She replied, shrugging slightly. "But we'd know...you know...the truth...and 
they...wouldn't have to?" She added in an apologetic, tentative, suggestion-tone. 
He nodded slowly, pondering. "I mean, you know, if you're...bothered by it or 
anything...I don't want to make you...you know...uncomfortable..." 

"I know, honey. I...eh...well, I suppose it'd be all right, but you really 
shouldn't tell anyone..." He shrugged slightly and smiled. 

"I won't," She replied, smiling softly. 

"All right," He said, then lifted himself from the bed and walked around to the 
foot. She scooted forward, away from the wall, as he climbed onto the bed, lying 
down on his side behind her, facing her back, above the covers, and gently 
rested his arm across her side, hand several inches away from her chest. 

She lay still for a moment, as if deciding, then snuggled back against him, 
pressing her back to his chest and her butt against his lower stomach. Even 
through the thick blankets he could feel a hint of the contours of her soft 
little body, and to his horror, he felt himself stirring again. He swallowed, 
adjusting himself a little, moving slightly downward relative to her. He wrapped 
his left arm around her, hand resting on the pillow a few inches from her cheek 
as he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the warm, tingling feeling growing 
inside him, and the less ambiguous growth in his jeans. He winced slightly as 
his swelling cock strained against his jeans, glad, at least, that she couldn't 
feel it. 

Aurora purred softly as she snuggled against him, and after a few minutes a slow, 
subtle change in her breathing let him know that she was asleep. He felt his 
eyelids growing heavy as well. His cock still throbbed, needing release, and he 
sighed. He usually at least once before he went to bed, but he wasn't sure how 
that would work like this. He pondered for a moment; if she slept soundly he 
could probably get away with it, but if she woke...he wasn't sure how he would 
explain what he was doing next to her, throbbing cock in his hand. Still, if he 
fell asleep like this, and she woke up and felt his erection, it would probably 
lead, at the least, to some awkward questions. 

Joe swallowed and, very slowly, began to turn onto his back, scooting away from 
Aurora a little bit in the process. She stirred slightly, murmuring incoherently 
for a moment, but remained asleep. He smiled as she snored softly for a moment, 
then, laying on his back, he reached down with his left hand and slowly, quietly 
unzipped his pants. 

His cock pressed upward, tenting his briefs through the fly of his jeans, and he 
grasped it, closing his eyes and shivering at the tingling sensation. He 
squeezed, firmly, for a moment, then carefully found the fly of his briefs and 
slipped his fingers inside, fishing his cock out of his pants. He couldn't see 
it very well, but he remembered the time, years ago, when he'd taken a tape 
measure to it out of idle curiousity and severe boredom. He was about six and 
one eighth inches long, give or take a little bit depending on his arousal level, 
and about four and a half inches around, "give or take whatever the margin of 
error is," he thought, "when you've got a metal tape pinching your damn skin 
every time you try to pull it into a ring." He grasped his foreskin firmly and 
began to pull it up and down the upper part of the shaft, slowly at first. 

Joe quivered slightly, feeling the familiar warm, tingling, electrical feeling 
permeating his body, radiating outward from his cock. He half-closed his eyes, 
visualizing himself transplanted into some of the porn galleries and stories he'd 
perused the night before, starting to tense as he settled on one. The pace of 
his stroking increased as he imagined his lips and hands moving and caressing 
one of the models, an attractive, slender girl of about 18, he guessed, with 
pale skin and golden-brown hair. He felt himself tensing further, surprised; it 
usually took longer than this, especially left-handed. He quickly imagined 
himself entering her, driving deep into her body, feeling her engulf him in soft, 
fluid warmth, her muscles squeezing and rippling around him. As he felt a warm, 
pressure-like sensation building in his groin, he imagined his body tensing 
further as he plunged deep inside her and, just as when he was sixteen, began to 
pulse, spewing into her, on the nineteenth stroke, gazing lovingly into her soft 
brown eyes--"Wait a minute!" He thought as he pulled his hand down, then began 
to drive it up hard, clenching his cock in a strong fist. "Her eyes were bl.." 

The thought was forcibly thrust aside as he closed his eyes, trying desperately 
not to moan out loud as he quaked. As his orgasm washed over him, he held his 
hand tight around the head, wiggling it up and down slightly but keeping his 
foreskin around it, feeling the first spurt welling up around his fingers rather 
than becoming airborne. The next few followed suit, and then one surged up, over 
his knuckles and down his shaft. He swallowed, breathing deeply and slowly, 
fighting the impulse to gulp air, as the orgasm subsided. 

He shook his head and swallowed, finally regaining control of his breathing, 
then mentally kicked himself as he remembered he didn't have any Kleenexes near 
the bed. Joe considered, for a moment, trying to wipe his hand and cock on the 
sheets or his underwear, but that would likely both stain whatever he wiped with 
and make direct contact with it uncomfortable. Thinking about things being 
stained brought his attention back to the spurt that got away, and he felt 
around his pants for it, hoping to wipe it before it had a chance to leave a 
stain. He finally found a gooey place next to the base of his cock, and 
concluded, to his relief, that it must have just landed on his underwear. 

Joe certainly wasn't about to risk trying to sleep like this, especially with 
Aurora beside him. Without Kleenexes, his best bet for cleaning up was the 
bathroom. He swallowed and began to slowly lift himself from the bed. The girl 
began to stir next to him, and he swallowed again, then sat up as quickly and 
gently as he could, sliding without stopping from the bed and walking towards 
the bathroom door. He glanced at Aurora; in the near-darkness he couldn't tell 
for sure, but he suspected that she'd opened her eyes. Her breathing told him 
she was awake, though still very relaxed. "Whatcha doin'?" She murmured, 
sleepily. 

"Just using the bathroom, honey," Joe replied. He pushed the bathroom door open, 
careful to turn at an angle that would hide the half-erect cock stilling out of 
his zipper in the dim light streaming from the doorway. Glancing over his 
shoulder once more, he saw that her eyes were half-open, and she was smiling 
softly and a little vacantly. 

"'K," She responded, closing them again. He shook his head slightly, then 
stepped forward into the bathroom. 

Joe glanced down at his gooey hand and cock, shaking his head again. Why had he 
been thinking about the model he'd visualized as if she had brown eyes? He 
crossed the bathroom and unrolled a string of toilet paper, rolling it into a 
wad in the process, then wiped his hand clean. In the process, he noticed that 
the seat had been left down on the toilet; Aurora must have used the bathroom 
while he was downstairs preparing cocoa, or perhaps after he'd gone to bed. He 
shrugged, and after tossing the first wad into the toilet, he quickly produced 
another one, with which he cleaned his cock. He spent a moment picking the small 
strings of torn paper from his hand and shaft, then added them and the second 
wad to the first. He grasped his cock with both hands, aiming it at the toilet, 
and squeezed his muscles, producing a small stream of urine that lasted for 
barely five seconds. He'd clearly had to use the bathroom, as he said, but not 
badly. 

Joe flushed the toilet, watching the wads and yellowish-tinted water vanish with 
a gushing-sucking noise, thanking Uncle Martin's memory for having installed 
functional, as opposed to low-flow, toilets when the cabin was built; he'd had 
many irritating experiences plunging or otherwise unclogging low-flow toilets 
after they'd plugged virtually at the drop of a hat. He left the toilet humming 
as it slowly filled, moving to the sink, where he washed his hands quickly and 
efficiently, then dried them on the towel hanging from the ring beside the sink. 
Next he turned towards the bedroom door, took a step towards it, and then, as an 
afterthought, took two steps backward and pulled the lid and seat of the toilet 
down, as a symbolic gesture in case his guest needed it again, as he expected 
she would. 

Joe stuffed his mostly limp cock back into his pants and zipped them up, then 
turned and walked past the tub to the door. He opened it slowly, stepped quickly 
and stealthily through, and pulled it to behind him. He swallowed, crossed the 
distance to the foot of the bed and climbed carefully onto it. As he lay down 
beside Aurora, he studied her breathing and what little he could see of her face; 
she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He smiled, snuggling up behind her, above 
the covers as before, making sure her butt wasn't pressed against any place 
where his cock might end up if he became aroused during the night, and threw his 
arm over her as before. His eyes drifted shut in a matter of seconds, and less 
than a minute after laying down, he joined her in tired, blissful sleep. 

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