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[justice_is_blond]

[For a few moments he simply rests there, smiling, savoring the whole of this. Then his healer's brain kicks in and he really hears the way Nate's breathing and talking, and adds the blood taste to that. Trying not to alarm Nate, Anders rolls to his side and wraps an arm around his lover. It's with that hand that he eases creation magic in, trying to make sure Nate's all right.]

It was.

[Thankfully, there's nothing alarming or seriously awry. Relieved, Anders leans forward to kiss Nate's forehead.]

It was superb. Who knew the chant could ever be useful?"

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I will have to spend hours confessing to make up for it, [Nathaniel grumbles faintly, tucking Anders tightly against him.] I live and how do I repay the Maker? Blasphemy. Magnificent, sexy blasphemy. Your tongue is wicked, my love.

[justice_is_blond]

[He strongly doubts the Maker had anything to do with anything, but he doesn't begrudge Nate his faith. It hurts no one and helps Nathaniel; how could he object to that?]

My tongue has a great deal of training in being wicked, as your cock and mouth can attest.

[Nate's collarbone gets gentle kisses as Anders burrows in close.]

If I say I'll always hear your confession does that make it worse or better?

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[Nathaniel smiles.]

My confessions are a little heavy for having fun in bed.

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You know I'm always here for you.

[Nate's squeezed, a little sleepily.]

I love you.