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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CremeConsul. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 536.05.022.03 *** CremeConsul has joined 536.05.022.03 <CremeConsul> Greetings! You have reached Clotted Cream Cookie. I'm afraid that I am away at the moment, but if you are in need of private counsel, please leave a message for me and I will respond as quickly as I am able.

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[clottedcream]

[They may have been here for hours, or they may have only been here for several minutes. It's hard for Clotted Cream to say - with the world outside as it is, and the storespace shadowed and enclosed, it's incredibly difficult to tell. At some point his muscles will tell him exactly how long it's been, but right now, they're content to remain relaxed and weak from the stimulation overload.

And he's content to remain close to Sparkling, leaning against him, tangled with him, sharing that cool breath and recovering from a very physically and emotionally intense climax. Both of them seem to be in the same state, and that's just fine. Not so much if something or someone comes in after them, of course, but for right now, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

When Sparkling finally speaks, Clotted Cream's ear fins perk up in reflex, and he parts his lips to respond... but no sound comes out. Licking his lips and clearing his throat, he tries again, and his voice is a bit creaky on the edges.]

I... I wouldn't have it any other way. I should be thanking you. This was not at all the ideal location, and yet...

[And yet, Sparkling hadn't minded. Sparkling had been the one to ask, after all. Never in his wildest dreams had Clotted Cream expected any of this when they'd set out earlier, and yet here they are, tangled with each other on a dirty store floor.

Infinitely more preferable to those awful, never-ending yellow-lit rooms.]

I love you.

[charmpagne]

[It's quite something to realize that the only other time they've sat together quite like this has been when they were trapped in the backrooms, struggling to survive and not yet a proper part of one anothers' lives. Back then, Sparkling struggled to comprehend a reality beyond those aged walls, and now...it's grimly ironic, looking back. Still though, he thinks he'd prefer looking down the barrel of the end of the world to a never ending purgatory any day.

It's like he's been telling himself on repeat since this all began. It's just things. Things can be replaced. Remade. Rebuilt. But people...you can't replace those. And you certainly can't get back the time they have left, which is why he's realizing he wants to spend as much of it with Clotted Cream as he possibly can. Maybe he doesn't know what that means for the future, but in the end, it won't matter much.

He finally does remove his claws very gently from Clotted Cream's slacks, his fingers still dripping as he lets his hand hang loose above his own lap. He pays the mess no mind whatsoever as he nuzzles his face gently against Clotted Cream's, imagining that he would be wrapping him up in both of his wings right now if he could.]

I love you too, CC.

[He presses a feather-light kiss to his lips, chaste and loving.]

Ideal or no, I...I would...very much like to stay here with you a bit longer.

[Just...here. He isn't sure how long "a bit" is, just...he just wants it to be just them for a little while.]