Good Morning Nunkies
by Sharon Lee Frye
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You flip onto your back and stretch slightly.  It crosses your mind that 
you will have to get up soon, but you push that thought away.  Trying 
desperately to capture those last few minutes of sleep before the alarm 
clock goes off, you pull your blankets close and clear your mind.  Your 
plan is foiled though, as you feel your cat drag its paw against your 
mouth, catching your lip with the shrap claws.  With a groan, you push the 
cat away, and relax into the warm embrace of your bed.

Several long moments pass.  You can feel your heartbeat slowing, your 
breathing becoming deep and even. On the cusp of sleep, you feel the slow 
slide of flesh against your lips and the prickling, the tearing of flesh as 
a sharp point is pulled across your sensitive skin.  Once again you move to 
push the cat away, but this time your hands encounter cool hard flesh. Your 
eyes shoot open in shock, your sleep-ridden mind tries to comprehend the 
situation, but stalls as Nunkies lifts his head and leans (ever so 
slightly) back.  You stare into his laughing blue eyes in amazement, 
dumbstruck as you watch his fangs retract, revealing a playful smile.
Realizing  you must be dreaming, you throw your arms around Nunkies' neck, 
yanking him down on top of you. Your dream Nunkies takes the 'hint' and 
begins nuzzling at your neck.  You are reduced to a quivering mass of 
addict flesh as he places nibbling kisses along your collar bone, then 
slowly trails his tongue up your jugular.  "Oh..... Nunkies," you sigh and 
move you hands down to begin exploring his muscular back, thrilled at the 
smooth hard texture of his skin, but knowing you're going to be sorely 
disappointed when your alarm clock shatters this dreamworld.
Just as Nunkies' places his cool lips against yours, you hear the annoying 
jangle of the alarm, and then feel Nunkies slide his tongue past your lips, 
trailing the tip along your teeth.  You gasp as you realize this is no 
dream.  It's ... *HE'S* really here and you just called him Nunkies to his 
face and demanded his...er.... attentions.  This time when LaCroix lifts his 
head, he chuckles softly.

"Did you think you were dreaming, my precious?"  He says, as if he didn't 
know.

"If I'm not dreaming then I have to go to work!" You wail, cursing the 
cruel fates which delivered Nunkies to your bed when you couldn't take 
advantage of the situation.

Now Nunkies really laughs.  "Don't be silly, my dear.  I have taken care of 
all the details.  I know how tired you've been recently and am here to make 
sure you spend the day in bed.  Now turn off tht racket and relax."
As you stretch to silence the alarm, the blankets slip back, revealing 
exactly what Nunkies is **not** wearing.  You barely manage to complete 
your task before slipping into complete Nunklear meltdown.

Nunkies smiles and begins pulling up your top.  "It is the only way to 
sleep..."

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