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Whumpy Moments #45
Whumper raised a brow, glancing over their book at to their kneeling captive. “..feeling submissive today?” They’d never seen Whumpee calm. Unless they were dazed from a blow or asleep, it was always snarls and glares and hurled insults.
Whumpee’s forehead pressed against Whumper’s leg. “I’m j- ’m tired. ’m so tired.”
Whumper clicked their tongue in a pitying tsk, book drifting to the side so they could reach to run a hand through Whumpee’s hair. “Finally learned your place, then?”
There was a distant moment of bliss as Whumpee pressed into the gentle touch, skin tingling and sparking under the warm affection. Then their head shook minutely. “N-no, just.. I… I c-an be bad again t-morrow.” So tired. They were so tired..
Whumper cooed, reaching down to guide Whumpee up, leading the stumbling, bruised form into their lap. Whumpee surprised themself by leaning into it, curling up against Whumper’s chest and letting their eyes close. They almost expected pain in retaliation of the disobedience, but evidently Whumper didn’t count tomorrow’s sin against them. Not yet, anyway.
“Tomorrow,” Whumper murmured in agreement, lips against Whumpee’s hair. They rubbed a hand slowly up and down Whumpee’s spine, soothing aching flesh into easing limp. “For tonight, you just rest.”
Tears stung at their eyes, but Whumpee nodded into their chest, curling up tighter. They’d let themself enjoy this. Let themself soak in the warmth.
They’d fight again tomorrow.
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