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Kittyboy's going on a business trip tomorrow. He's sharing a hotel room with one of his co-workers while he's there... and I must say I'm rather amused by the possible thoughts going through the poor sod's head if he catches Kittyboy without a shirt at all in the next few days, as there are several rather nasty red lines down the length of his back and a fair necklace of deep purple bruises of varying sizes spanning from one shoulder, across the collarbones to the other shoulder. We decided pretty much that if he's asked he'd say he got mauled by a particularly aggressive house cat. For obvious reasons, this makes me giggle. A lot.

Amorous maulings aside (I will note that I've got marks around the neckline as well)... today it was all about curling up naked in his arms after we'd quite throughly exhausted each other, feeling him dot the back of my neck and shoulders with kisses, and having him whisper "I love you" in my ear. I swear, him pulling out the sweetness melts me into a puddle of happy Jell-o every single time.