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[Apr. 11th, 2008|01:11 am] |
Title: Departures
Rating: Not sure. Possibly contains implied sex.
Timeline: Post 513 (just)
Disclaimer: Any charcaters you can see not mine, obviously.
A/N: I've not posted this here before - this was the first drabble I EVER wrote and the first fanfic I EVER wrote
The blonde haired man is waiting at the check-in desk. He has this look, hard to describe. It’s like the joyful expression you get during an orgasm crossed with the mournful face of sorrow. You know that the man has known love and lost it. And will know love again. He will return to the one that gives him that look.
The blonde haired man turns. A flicker of a grin on his face. A glint in his eyes that says “Forever”. He moves towards the gate. A quick glance backwards, but his feet carry him on. He will return. |
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| challenge #60 - Leather |
[Apr. 11th, 2008|02:23 pm] |
Title: Waiting
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Season 5
Condom: Michael
Michael lugged the vacuum cleaner upstairs. He wanted to get the housework finished before Ben got home from the gym.
He got stuck into it, stopping only when he hit a box tucked under the bed.
He pulled it out, lifting the lid, a smile crossing his face as he ran his fingers over the black leather.
When Ben walked into their bedroom an hour later he stopped at the door, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Michael, why are you vacuuming in your boxers?”
Michael lifted the box off the bed, passing it to his husband.
“I’m waiting for you!” |
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| challenge #60 - Leather |
[Apr. 11th, 2008|04:33 pm] |
Title: Dress Sense
Author: Foreverbm
Timelime: Post 513
Pairing: Mel/Lindsay
Condom: Michael (The girls don't need it :)
Mel looked at herself in the mirror. The black leather jacket fit perfectly.
Now she just had to explain the credit card bill to Lindsay. New clothes were not in their budget.
She jumped as Lindsay walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck.
“You look nice!”
“You think?”
“Mmmmm……but maybe you should keep it for special occasions.”
Perhaps this wasn’t going to be so hard to explain after all.
Lindsay pulled her to the bed, slowly removing the jacket, knowing explaining the expensive wool dress she had just brought would now be much easier. |
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