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PLUS - since it's Tuesday, it's time for FB3X Drabble Cascade #57 - and our word of the week is, of course, Manuscript. If you'd like to add your own drabble, then please do, just put it in the comments, or post on your own blog and link in to the list.ly list at the bottom of the post :).
So, without further ado, onto today's drabble...
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING WORK OF FICTION MAY CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
Being a bibliophile, I thoroughly approve of mixing reading with just about everything :)
Reading was forbidden among the slaves and Terith knew he should have had this one put to death. Yet, the way the youth was lying deliciously on the bed, propped up on his elbows, scarlet eyes devouring the words on the manuscript, Terith knew that was never going to happen. Whimsically, he ran his palm over the peach-like fur of his slave's buttock and squeezed. That bright gaze blinked at him in response as though his presence had just been remembered.
"Read to me," he ordered easily, and, rolling onto his back, listened contentedly to his discovery's musical voice.
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