Realizing what he'd let slip, Wesley forced a shrug. "Not as such, but . . . things happen," he whispered, pushing away memories of a hand pulling at the back of his collar, tugging him toward the door beneath the stairs, the memories of his shirt buttons digging into his throat.
made me *ache*.
And you make me jealous with your wonderful ability to write this pairing. The lovemaking, as always, leaves me hot and tingly and wanting more. And Wesley's POV leaves me achy for him.
Thank you, sweetie! It's always good to hear that I've managed to make something emotional! Whether it's 'GUH' or flip-floppy stomachs. ::nods:: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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Realizing what he'd let slip, Wesley forced a shrug. "Not as such, but . . . things happen," he whispered, pushing away memories of a hand pulling at the back of his collar, tugging him toward the door beneath the stairs, the memories of his shirt buttons digging into his throat.
made me *ache*.
And you make me jealous with your wonderful ability to write this pairing. The lovemaking, as always, leaves me hot and tingly and wanting more. And Wesley's POV leaves me achy for him.
really great job.
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And folks already mentioned the collar -- my stomach rolled over at that. :(
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"Mmm-hmm," Rupert agreed and pressed his lips against Wesley's neck in a soft kiss that made Wesley shiver. "It definitely was."
I think that expresses it perfectly! Wow.
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