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Asra had missed you more then normal during this journey. He hurried back to the shop, and with a grin on his face, he opened the back door. He wasn't surprised that it was quiet. It was late- about two in the morning- and you must be asleep by now. Right?
So Asra takes off his cloak, and runs a hand through his hair, walking upstairs to the bedrooms. He goes to your room with the intent of waking you up and surprising you, and he opens the door- but you aren't there. With a frown, he looks around. Nothing. Your bed is made, as it seems as if you haven't been sleeping in it.
So he approaches his own door, and puts his hand on the doorknob, but he freezes when he hears it.
Soft whimpers and moans, coming from his room- yours. A blush spreads across his face, burning his ears, and he still just stands there. And then there's a cry of his name- and he softly gasps. You might be having a nightmare, and that would wound him, if you were in distress.
He pushes the door to his room open, and the sight he's met with is... a sight indeed. There you are, on top of a pillow- his pillow, actually. You're wearing one of his shirts, and your hand is doused in a thick white liquid.
Asra breathes for a moment, taking in the sight, realization coming to him. Oh, what was he going to do with you?
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