Nick or LaCroix has done the unthinkable and the other must forgive him, 
but  
> you have to write it in 150 words or less! 
 
 
  A tongue ran seductively over LaCroix's ear, making him stir slightly  
in his sleep.  Somewhere deep in his dreams, he came to consciousness.  
Another lick, this time to the back of his neck, brought him nearly 
awake.  
He breathed in deep, trying to catch Nicholas' scent.  He frowned - 
what  
WAS that smell?   
  A weight pounced into LaCroix's middle back, waking him up completely.  
His head shot up like a periscope, swiveling madly around just in time 
to  
collide face-first with a magnificently slobbery puppy.  Oh, THAT was 
the  
smell!  And Nick was sitting in bed, holding the thing. 
  "Happy Birthday, LaCroix!" he cried. "Look, I've bought you a puppy! 
Well,  
two puppies actually."  
  "What?  It's not my birthday!"  
  Nick laughed.  "Well, then it really IS a surprise, isn't 
it?  Later!" 
  LaCroix laid back on the pillows as the two puppies clambored over 
him,  
growling and playing, tearing at the comforter, shedding everywhere,  
and complicating his life.  Despite his best efforts, a smile slipped 
out. 
 
 
 
 
Sami 
 
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Sami Swan Thompson