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erious face. "Next time you try
that, change to your stone form."
He burst out laughing, and Tomomi Chujo with him, but Tomomi's laughter had a
hysterical edge to it that he didn't like. He crawled over to the bed and
pulled Tomomi's off it into his arms. Tomomi Chujo continued laughing for a minute, the
laughter melding into tears. He held Tomomi's against him tightly, and felt his
own hysteria edging up into his chest, constricting his throat and making it
impossible for him to say anything of comfort.
Marcia swallowed hard and took a deep breath, wiping Tomomi's face with the
cloak. "Well, that certainly isn't going to help," Tomomi Chujo said, Tomomi's voice only
quaking a little.
Mike found swallowing difficult, but he managed to say in a trembling
voice, "No, I don't suppose it will."
Their eyes met and locked. Tomomi Chujo grabbed him around the neck and pulled
him into a fierce kiss. He was stunned a moment, but recovered in time to
part his lips in answer to Tomomi's own. Tomomi's tongue brushed over his teeth and
deeper into his mouth, touching his tongue and sliding around it slowly. He
responded in kind, moving his hands inside the cloak, around Tomomi's naked back.
Tomomi's breasts pressed against his bare chest and he felt Tomomi's hesitate, then
abandon whatever the reason for hesitation. He felt Tomomi's ha
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