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You sigh, as you sit on your motorcycle, looking out at the horizon, you're feeling pretty weak and tired but you're in the middle of nowhere, and you have no idea where you are. Before you had just been attacked by a robot, and you've been wounded pretty badly, but you still managed to defeat it, but now you were in quite a lot of pain. You sigh again as lightning flashes across the sky, and it is swiftly followed by a lid rumble of thunder, and you groan as it starts to rain quite heavily, leaving you dripping wet, but you're so tired right now that you can't be bothered to start up your motorcycle and ride away to find some shelter. Just

Warnings: Profanity, sexual implications The Morning After That morning, you woke up to a nexus of intertwined sheets and limbs. When you motioned to unfurl yourself from the bed-headed boy, however, your efforts proved to be for naught. He had you in some kind of death grip ((The kind where he had his arms firmly around your waist, while he pretended to be asleep)). Keyword: pretended. You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you should just humor him, just this once. Then, you began to hum under your breath as you  buried your hand deep beneath his obsidian locks. His hair, you noted, was a lot softer than they originally seemed. In fact, it