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Star is sitting in Michael’s lap.
Just sitting.
Relaxed. Laughing. Easy.
His nose catches in her hair, rubs against her throat.
David can imagine her smell, the distinct flavour of skin and sweat and sand and saltwater, overlaid with but not covered by her preferred body wash.
He will have to procure more for her.
Michael still clings to the overpowering human scents, but he is delicious underneath. Has been, from the first moment David was close enough to smell him.
And now, they are both his.
He cannot wait until they all smell of each other.
They are his.