I feel like I have spent THIS ENTIRE DAY on the cusp of a sneeze. I kind of want to itch the inside of my face. Ew.
Anyway, an Id-fluff ficlet brought to you by my need for a brain cleanser on my lunch break.
1057 words of Hendricks and Gard playfighting, because that is my favourite. Matureish, no warnings required, sexual situations but no sex,
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