By Taurus
Teddy Bear Wants a Snack
Alec is a good slave. This is NOT up for debate.
When I give him orders, he follows them flawlessly. Regardless of what I do to him, he seems to be able to take it in stride.
When we have down time together, he naps, cradled in my arms. The time displayed on the clock no longer provides context to my life; minutes, hours, days lose meaning.
Moments aggregate in stealth and clump into a whole afternoon. My heart melts to goo, and my body feels like floating. Before I know it, I mirror his smile on my face, and scratch his irresistible beard in bliss.
Then he laughs gently, and I stop thinking. Whatever work I set out to do, however crucial, then becomes inconsequential.
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