[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] ‘Ever’ – Chicago, IL
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	[color=#006400]”I can imagine it, which makes me definitely want to witness it,”[/color] I say and join them in sharing the meal. I take whatever they don’t, and we finish off the first bottle of wine, so I get us a second.

	The meal continues much the same, with us talking about nothing and everything. I take what Nero doesn’t want and finish mine as well. In between plates, I take their hand up again, rubbing my thumb along the scarring. It doesn’t bother me; I just want to know the story — like I am sure they want to.

	At the end of the night, I pay for our meal, including a generous tip for them and a nice one for our valet. Before Nero can enter the vehicle, I wrap an arm around their waist and pull them in. I lean over them, dipping them in the process as my lips connect with theirs. I kiss them deeply, longingly. Near the end, my tongue flicks out to taste their lips. I can taste the wine from dinner, and it takes a lot of strength to pull myself away.

	[color=#006400]”Let’s get you home,”[/color] I say, my voice little more than a growl.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
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	I smirk and set my pencil down for a brief break. I lean back in my seat. [color=#DB7093][i]I’m working on yours right now.[/i][/color] I sip my water and look towards the window. Wayland meows and nudges my hand for pets, and I smile at him.

	[color=#DB7093]”My fuzzy little guy,”[/color] I coo.