Nabbed from Daisye
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A silence filled the room suddenly, and both of them froze to the spot, Doyle’s curled fist still sticking out from his body, his face twisted between an expression of anger and shock, Cordelia, still standing, but hunched over, leaning against the back of the couch, a hand to her stinging cheek. ~ From The Way We Were Chapter 11: Aftermath ATS
“What are you trying to say? This isn’t mine! And it isn’t… you know… it’s probably just left over cream from my tea, but it isn’t… sperm!” He whipped out his tongue and licked up a small amount of it. “Ok, maybe it is. But it’s not mine!” From Distraction a fic challenge by Dusted. ATS Farce
A silence filled the room suddenly, and both of them froze to the spot, Doyle’s curled fist still sticking out from his body, his face twisted between an expression of anger and shock, Cordelia, still standing, but hunched over, leaning against the back of the couch, a hand to her stinging cheek. ~ From The Way We Were Chapter 11: Aftermath ATS
“What are you trying to say? This isn’t mine! And it isn’t… you know… it’s probably just left over cream from my tea, but it isn’t… sperm!” He whipped out his tongue and licked up a small amount of it. “Ok, maybe it is. But it’s not mine!” From Distraction a fic challenge by Dusted. ATS Farce