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"Im on the white cliffs of Dover
Thinking it over and over
But if I jump its all over
A cautionary tale for you"-Blur 'Clover Over Dover'

His black, moppy hair was all tossled as he laid, stretched out carelessly, across the floor of his rather messy winnebago. A low, drawn out sigh escaped his lips before he raised the end of his cigarette to his lips, sucking in every breath of the toxic drug he could take in. He was calm. More calm than he could ever remember having been in his entire life. There was just something about that blue haired singer that made him feel safe, secure…like he was unconditionally accepted.

That's because I'm perfect in his eyes…

The thought passed through his mind, quickly…so quick it was almost intangible, but he had thought it, and he decided it'd do him some good to keep it filed away somewhere, in case he needed it somewhere down the line. After stowing it away he allowed the smoke he'd previously inhaled to flow out of his lungs, created a small cloud in the air around him. As he did so, he felt the small body lying against him stir a bit. He was waking. It was about time. He'd worn the poor kid out.

"Oh…" a soft moan. He was so fragile, and he was afraid he had hurt the young singer pinned beneath him.

"Are ya okay?" the bassist had questioned, completely out of his normal state of mind.

"I'm fine," the blue haired angel smiled lightly, shaking and closing his eyes, trying to handle everything that was happening. Everything was so much more intense this time…since they both knew, for certain, that this was the real thing.

"Ok," the Satanist whispered before leaning in and kissing his lover's forehead.

"Are we stopping?" he suddenly asked, pressing his hand to the back of the bassist's neck.

"Are we?"

Before Murdoc realized what was happening he felt his body get hit with, yet another, surge of sexual energy. 2D had grabbed him in the most sensitive of areas.

"Is that an answer for you?"

Murdoc simply moaned before diving in for a second go.

"G' mornin'," Murdoc greeted, admiring 2D's adorable face as he groggily gazed up at him.

"G' mornin'," he replied, looking as though he'd just found a pot of gold.

"Wot?"

"Nuffin'. Well…I fergot I was in here wit ya…I expected ta wake up alone like I always do…it's jus' nice, 's all."

Murdoc nodded, "Ye. It is kinda nice, isn't it?"

"Well, don't ya usually have someone wif ya? I mean…all of those lovely ladies…"

"Ye. But, it's different."

2D smiled. That was what he'd wanted to hear.

"Well, we should probably drive back to Kong. I'm sure Russel is having a fit," Murdoc started.

"Yeah…and we don't want him ta yell at us. I right hate that!"

Murdoc rolled his eyes. He loved the kid, but he could certainly be irritating as hell sometimes.

And then he smiled.

"And now the bluebirds are over (Im floating away)
Over the white cliffs of dover (spent twenty years upon
The sea)
And when you push me over (and when I come back)
Dont bury me, Im not worth anything (I found that you took care
To me)"-Blur 'Clover Over Dover'