21 : Sentence ; Part 3

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You notice Sting's eyes immediately on you when you step through the open doorway, inspecting you, looking for a bruise blooming a particularly prominent hue of purple to flavor his "I told you this was a bad idea," to full guiltiness; Sting looks almost defeated the way his shoulders dip and he retreats to the comfort of the book on his lap, biting his scolding for another day- your proud grin feels all the more sweet as Lance hugs you hello, Sting choosing to kiss your cheek; the fatigue of your muscles permeate the air with your prolonged groan and painful roll of your shoulders as your legs cross themselves from under you, Sting gets his laugh, and you get yours when Sting's crouched on the bed turned uneven from the weight as he rubs comfort onto your back in slow, beautifully euphoric patterns.

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