This was created by my lovely Em, who's been absolutely amazing throughout the entire process of this fic. From my panic attacks about the deadline to obliging my stupid jokes to making me up this brilliant fanmix. It's perfect, Em. Thank you. xx


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One of the last things anybody wanted to see in the kitchen - besides the obvious, like aliens or a kitten massacre or an overcooked steak - was two figures snogging vigourously against the island counter.

"Oi!" Rupert bellowed. "I eat food there!"

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Bradley finally found Angel lounging on the deck, fast asleep. A book was open and lying on her steadily rising chest, a large glass of lemonade beside her chosen chaise. There was an assortment of odd objects lying about her vicinity, too: a crossword page from a local newspaper, an Italian-English dictionary, and a thin Sharpie ( Read more... )

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