The next time he opened his eyes, the sun had set again, and the room was illuminated by a single candle burning at the head of his bed. “How funerary,” he thought, as he tried to focus his eyes. He felt a hand press tightly around his fingers. A soft hand. But a man’s hand. “Am I dead?” he asked.
“Not yet,” a
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Aramis is a complete wind-up artist - I love it!
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I think these two are going to have lots of angry, jealous sex... for now.... :D
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Angry, jealous sex with these two is just a joy and a delight *G*
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As always, I appreciate the writer's anticipation of the questions that loom largest on my mind: "but what is the other hand doing?" "Now what are his legs doing?" Arm slings have never been put to better use!
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