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Post by journeycat on Feb 5, 2010 16:44:34 GMT 10
Title: She-Wolf Rating: PG Length: 181 words Competitor: Wyldon Round/Fight: 1/A Summary: Neal is just plain stumped.
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He really was a very handsome man.
Sure, he was bald on top—but she thought it made him look distinguished and experienced, not old. Watching him spar with Ansil of Groten was an eye-opener. She noticed the hard muscles of his thighs, the way they bunched and flexed when he turned and met Ansil’s strike squarely. He had broad shoulders, a broad back, too. Really, he was well-muscled anywhere she looked, all sinew and tanned flesh and rough callouses.
Not to mention she would bet a year’s stipend that he had a huge—
“Kel!”
She blinked. “What?”
Neal was staring at her. “I’ve only been talking to you for five minutes. What were you doing?”
She resisted the urge to look at Wyldon. “Just thinking.”
He continued to stare disbelieving. Slowly, her cheeks began to burn. And curse it, Neal saw it.
“Why are you blushing?” he asked suspiciously.
“I’m not.”
He narrowed his eyes at her and glanced out on the practice courts. His mouth dropped open.
“Kel,” he said in horror, “were you eyeing the Stump?”
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Post by ubiquitous on Feb 5, 2010 16:51:09 GMT 10
*giggle* Yes, she was, Neal. Great fic!! The last line is just priceless.
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Post by Rosie on Feb 6, 2010 2:42:28 GMT 10
I swear you get the best summaries. Awesome!!
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Post by Lisa on Feb 6, 2010 4:39:02 GMT 10
Hahahahah!! I less-than-three you, Mandi.
;D ;D
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Post by Katty on Feb 6, 2010 23:34:59 GMT 10
Ahahaah! I love the interaction!
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