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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

It was late when he texted Dorian, just to warn the mage that he was on his way home. He'd promised he would; some nights it wasn't an issue, but Bull just had a feeling when he left the Bramford earlier. He hadn't been wrong, apparently. He took the elevator, even if he didn't trust it, because he'd taken a bad blow to his left leg and the idea of walking up all the stairs proved more daunting.

He leaned on the wall as he went down the hall and let himself into his apartment. He liked that Dorian spent the night; he liked that Dorian spent the night even when Bull had to work. It would be just as easy for Dorian to get an undisturbed night of sleep in his own apartment, but he was always there. Bull liked seeing him, asleep and relaxed and somehow taking up three quarters of the massive bed.

Bull landed on the bed more heavily than he meant to and he hissed, teeth grit against the pain. He breathed through it; it wasn't the worst pain he'd ever had. He was annoyed that it had slowed him up at all. Bull leaned down to work the brace loose, to take it off so he could remove his boots, at last. He might not bother changing for bed.

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"Always with the feelings." Dorian joked, but his smile was gracious.

He threw his arms more tightly around Bull's shoulders.

"I'll let you rest now, and see you in the A.M.?"

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Bull woke slowly, feeling a little more groggy than felt right. He wasn't sure what time it was, only that the morning light was still faint. He could feel Dorian against his side and the familiarity of that was comforting. He rolled carefully so he could wrap around the mage. He swore he could still smell the bergamont from the baths. But that had been a dream.

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"Good morning, dearheart," Dorian said. He extricated himself from the hug after a time and pulled himself over Bull's chest, kept himself propped up with a hand on either side of Bull's head. He dipped down for a long, slow kiss, before parting again, staring down at Bull with unusually bright eyes, for Dorian in the morning.

"Nice to have you in the flesh again. Are you hungry?"

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Bull relaxed onto his back as Dorian leaned over him. He closed his eye for the kiss and slid his hands down Dorian's side, content to take in the realness of him. When they parted he found himself staring at Dorian's eyes, lost there; it took him a minute to respond to what Dorian had said.

"Huh? Yeah, food sounds good." Bull blinked like he meant to clear his head a little and leaned up to get another kiss. "That was... something," he said when they broke apart. He stayed leaning up like that, propped on his elbows.