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He must be floating on clouds.
That's the first thought that occurs to him as his consciousness returns. It's slow, languid and drawn out. Sol feels at peace, he could melt away and everything could be fine. His lead-heavy eyes remain closed. He's tired, ah, he can sleep for a millennium and more. Everything is right in the world—
"Sol."
A gentle touch feathers down his throat. A low hum escapes Sol's tired lips and he shifts, trying to lean into the warmth.
"My love." Kisses graze his exposed skin and oh, he feels so good. There's an intoxicating aroma in the air, setting his blood aflame.
Sol tries to rouse. Ah, even his thoughts are thick, he cannot think clearly but it's blissful and he feels safe.
"Take your time," the voice huffs against his ear. It's breathy, short and while Sol is told to take his time, it seems that the person that hovers above him isn't so patient.
