My muse is such a bitch. I was composing this fic while driving my car, and it was coming so smoothly in my mind. And then I sat down at the computer. *facepalm*
You got stuck at the part where Hermiod was rolling up the black silk stockings over Xander's muscled calf didn't you. It's a problem for all of us....
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