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excerpt Her fingers itched for something to do. They moved from the hem of her shirt, calloused fingertips running along smooth threaded patterns, to the rough ends of her hair.
notes written for the "mile high club" prompt at
twilight_rpf (
Someone should have warned her how long this fucking flight would be. )
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*hands over a flute of champagne* Welcome my darling, and my what a wonderful gift you brought to our hell.
I must say, joining the mile-high club looks good on them. =D I hope to read more of your stories in the near future!
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