Send me, “its way past your bedtime” for your muse to walk in at 3:37 in the morning to find my muse isn’t asleep.
Even though Terran had sensed Axel’s approach, the words still sent a shiver through him and he glanced warily in the vampire’s direction. “C-couldn’ sleep,” he murmured, returning his gaze to the pan he’d been scrubbing for a good five minutes straight: he couldn’t get the gunk off the bottom. His heart was fluttering in his chest – it had yet to settle since he’d woke from his nightmare with the mad drive to clean.
Axel sighed and moved up behind him and took the pan out of his hands. “Bed Terran, now…dont make me tell you again….go to my bed not yours.” He told him as he could hear the teens heartbeat and could tell that something was wrong with him. Axel kissed his cheek and gave his bottom a light slap. “Go on..i’ll be there soon.”
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