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| French smiled up at Marjeth. Her blue flexed her wings and crooned softly, lowering herself to French. "I'm cold, love," Marjeth sighed. "Can you warm me up?" French laughed, slipping onto Marjeth's back, "Sure, hun," She sighed, holding out her hands. Marjeth sighed contently as her bond's hands began to glow a pale red. French laughed as Marjeth's back muscles rippled. |