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It had been a covers off kind of night, and the morning gave little in the way of alleviation of that warmth. But it wasn’t yet uncomfortable, at least with adequate implementations of cooling down methods. Fresh air circulated from the window; latched so the cat wouldn’t fall. Nicole was in her bra and pants, whilst Waverly had forgone their top half entirely of clothing, though had kept the short bottoms on. They were sprawled lazily out on their front, back exposed and at the mercy of Nicole’s fingers, which were lightly drawing circles and patterns over Waverly’s bare skin.