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Miniver Cheevy ([info]miniver) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-30 00:15:00

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Entry tags:miniver cheevy, remy lebeau

Who: Miniver Cheevy and Remy LeBeau
What: ...doin' stuff.
Where: Mini-Mordhaus, London
When: Nightish
Warnings/Rating: Knowing these two... proooobably sex, likely drugs, conceivably angst, hypothetically naughty language.




When Remy arrived, he would be met by a roadie or two and conducted to the library -- it's still under construction, as is much of the ever-expanding fortress of a castle of a home, but it's already huge, and this is where Miniver would be found.

The roadie leaves Remy at the door. Inside, a place even more mazelike than Sable's little burrow of a shop is sprawled, and somewhere inside, someone humming...



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[info]miniver
2008-07-31 12:49 am UTC (link)
All of which is absolute BLISS to Miniver. He responds with gentle affection -- gentle, but purposeful, practiced, attentive, applying years of accumulated experience with husband and roadies and fans to the pleasant task of experimenting with fingers and tongue and more to discover what Remy responds to. He gets better the longer Remy works his magic on the poet's tense muscles. He presses nearer, straddling Remy's lap and ducking to attempt light nibbles to his shoulder as a show of approval while his hands drift lower.

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