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She's
at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to
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Hmm. Sam/Dean first post hunt kiss. (please no wee!sam/wee!dean. teens at least?) *is picky, yes*
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She's not going to call to find out where he is. She is. not.
Her cell rings. She glares at it. Then notes the number. Scott. She's got the phone in her hand before she can think to smile. "Hey ( ... )
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I love this. It's just perfect. YAY.
did I mention YAY!!!?
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Glad you liked!
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Not like that's news. Peter's wanted Nathan since the first time he masturbated, and he's had him, too. Sort of.
Nathan rolls over on his side in the grass. "Whatcha thinkin' Pete?"
Eyelashes dipping low the way that always makes Nathan growl, he shakes his head.
There it is, the growl, and Nathan's rolling him onto his back, straddling him. "Whatcha thinkin, Pete?" he asks again, voice all dark and hot, and Peter smiles ( ... )
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First touch. Make it as incestuous as you like:)
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Furious shoves into walls or trees or the post of a bridge.
Inquisitive maybe now? fingers across the back of a hand.
Concerned collar grabs and worried eyes.
Vicious possessive kisses, lips crashing together, splitting and bleeding under the weight of mine.
Aching dust of knuckle over cheek, bodies crumpling into relieved embrace.
Tonight it's slow and easy, the long drag of Sam's palm down Dean's back, pulling his body in close before their lips touch, open, and tongues tangling, languid.
The first touch tells them everything they know about how it will be, and tonight, it will be love you so much.
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(Now I can do my Hinduism reading without any distractions. Well, sort of.)
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(Enjoy the reading!)
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You don't really have to do it, hey, and I hope your day gets a lot better anyway :D
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In some ways, Dick had never been a child. He'd been born to the spotlight, and with that came a mature perspective on other humans that few rarely had. He understood what people wanted to see, and worked to give it to them, and understood better than most that people don't want truth. They want all encompassing illusions that make life prettier, easier, perceptively better even if not in actuality ( ... )
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Sorry. Can't say anything really coherent. You've let me stuck in 'Awwwwwww'. This. Awwwww. Just.
Too cute. As Batfic can be cute, of course, and, heh... Bruce, you big softy! Dick, you, you... just. Damn. Aww?
*shakes head in shame*
I'm really, really glad that you're ok now, hon' :)
(If you ever want schmoopy drabbles of the same fandoms you know, just ask ;) But be prepared for some linguistic atrocities! xD Just saying :P)
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Dick. *happy sigh*
Also? *facepalm* This could not be schmoopier.
Thank you for the prompt, and the offer. I never turn down free schmoop. Ever! Hee. Comment-schmoop is ALWAYS welcome. *hugs*
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