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I.
Louis let out a soft hunny-filled laugh. “Mojo, what’re you doin’, silly boy?” He asked, gazing down adoringly at the sandy colored lab in his lap. He set aside his book on edge of the bed, and began gently petting the hound’s head. “Mojo’s been lying on me so often lately,” Louis said, looking over at his husband, whom was also reading.
Lestat looked up from his copy of Macbeth, chuckling softly at his dog’s ministrations. “He’s probably found himself a comfy spot, mon cher. I cannot blame him though,” he said before reaching over to playfully grope Louis’ small bit of belly fat. “I also enjoy laying my head upon your softest areas when we cuddle.”
Louis laughed while shaking his head, and swatting his husband’s hand away. “You’re such a tease, Les. I oughta have Mojo sleep on your side of the bed, and banish you to the foot of it.” He teased back.
Lestat gasped in faux indignation. “You would never! You love me too much to dare commit such a heinous act!”
“I do. I love you more than you could imagine, baby boy,” Louis said with utter conviction. Feelings that had seemed so impossible to voice a century, now flowed as graciously as a river.
“Je t’amie aussi, Saint Louis.”