Viggo arches up against him and moans just the same, whispers dark, longing things about cold and warmth and freezing and melting, and Sean laughs and tugs him to his feet to mutter his own dark desires which include heat and sheets and sweat and skin sliding across skin. *melts like snow*
*LOL* I know what you mean. I'm still waiting for the last bitchslap from winter -- fie on these Southerners and their "No snow in March!" Bah! *cough* Er... yes. Sorry, what was I saying?
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I don't 'prod'. I POKE. 'Tis different. :O
Viggo arches up against him and moans just the same, whispers dark, longing things about cold and warmth and freezing and melting, and Sean laughs and tugs him to his feet to mutter his own dark desires which include heat and sheets and sweat and skin sliding across skin.
*melts like snow*
♥ omg. ;)
*squishsquish*
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*raises eyebrow* Mmhmm. Sure it is.
Hee. *kisses* You're too sweet to me. Thank you!
*is squished* *sticks out tongue*
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's Been too long since I've read VigBean.. Definitely lovely, applause! :]
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Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked the story!
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congratulations on your MOME nomination!
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