Author: I wasn't satisfied with Natalie's previous pic, so she got major buffs.
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"That's what I meant by 'everything.'"
Silence.
Complete.
Utter.
Silence.
Poppy blinked slowly. "…Okay. Damn."
Natalie was still absorbing the absurdly detailed love confession when "Ah!" She yelped as Blossom suddenly slipped free from her grip, not so much running but vanishing—blinking straight out of existence. In the very next heartbeat, she reappeared in Quinlan's lap, arms and legs clinging to him like she'd been starved of warmth for a decade.
"Master!" she cried, pressing her face into his chest.
And then?
The kissing began.
A flurry of them.
Nonstop.
Cheeks, nose, chin, lips, collarbone—anywhere her mouth could reach, she lavished him with unadulterated affection. Between every kiss came the same breathless refrain:
"Blossom loves Master. Blossom loves Master. Blossom loves Master so, so much—more than air, more than sweets, more than meat—Blossom loves Master!!!"
