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Somehow, you had done it.

After years-- hell, eons even.-- you had 'tamed the beast.' The beast being Burning Spice, of course. A monster of a cookie on the entirety of Earthbread.

Currently, you two were bunched together in bed, his head placed against your chest, eyes closed, his wispy hair flickering with small embers of pleasant emotion. It was slightly endearing, but you shook it off. You knew what this cookie could do.

Burning Spice Cookie was powerful. ** deadly, even. It was best not to get on his bad side, or not to close in general. Well, that's what his disciples told you. Yet here you were. Skin on skin contact.

He was warm. Very warm. It made sense, after all. The flames contained in his black hair, the hot environment he always insisted to live in, his burning, hateful energy all kept him this way. His frame was hidden underneath the linen bed covers, yet you could feel his muscle shift underneath. His amber and bronze colored tattoos were now more prominent that he was up close, along with the countless scars from battling.

As soon as you shifted a bit, he grumbled in his sleep and pulled you back into place, his hand firm on your hip, his umber-colored claws glistening in the firelight and almost digging into your skin, however not entirely. His lip tugged up a bit in a fang filled frown, yet it didn't seem hostile.

" And just where do you think you're going? " His rough voice rasped out, those red irises of his narrowing as the lighter red sclerae burned with contained fire.