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[auror_unshackld]

Hmm, maybe that's my problem with Erebos - everything goes great in the flirting department, but he's heard
rumors about my lack of kissing skills. And Lucius does complain that I fall asleep after sex - obviously not a good cuddler. But the sex itself....*G* (And I do, too, take my socks off)

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[young_master]

Hey, I *SAW* that, Charles Bedwyr Weasley. Just because I can't get any doesn't mean you need to be flirting with Kingsley Shacklebolt, now does it?

And Auror Shacklebolt, while I am grateful to you for saving Charlie at that horrid club -- he's MINE. Hands off, please. You can have my Dad if you must, but I draw the line at poaching.

[auror_unshackld]

Too bad. He's so...lickable and sweet. *sigh*

Apparently I'm not having ANYONE these days. My tombstone will read that I died from blue balls.

[tonks_007]

Is there really a diagnosis like that?
Will have to ask Auror-in-training-and-almost-healer-apprentice Davies about it...

[le_roux]

The blue-balls brigade, that is what we shall call ourselves.

[auror_unshackld]

*nods* Just think of the incentive we'll have to kill off old MoldyShorts. It'll probably be the only way we'll ever get some action again.

[le_roux]

Ah, love don't be like that. Think of the angst. Think of all the things I would need to do to make it up to you, to win you back, to claim your lips one more time.

Merlin, I so need you cure.