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Post by Lisa on Feb 2, 2010 23:11:49 GMT 10
Title: Mood-breaker Rating: R Length: 124 words Competitor: Wyldon Round/Fight: 1/A Summary: The first time usually has a few hitches.
Her mouth lingered on his collarbone as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He was doing his best to disrobe her, as well. “This isn’t too much, is it, my lord?” she murmured, reaching for his belt buckle.
“We need ground rules,” he said, gently pushing her away. “First of all, you cannot call me ‘my lord’ if we’re to be carrying on in this manner.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a small smile. Before he could react, she had tugged his belt off. When she’d gotten his pants off, she stood back, appraising him.
“You know, Neal always called you ‘the Stump’, but he couldn’t be more wrong.”
Wyldon grimaced. “For Mithros’s sake, don’t ever mention Queenscove’s name when we’re naked together.”
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Post by Rosie on Feb 3, 2010 1:49:48 GMT 10
Oh my god, utterly priceless!!!! I sort of want to frame this fic.
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Post by journeycat on Feb 3, 2010 3:24:27 GMT 10
Samesies! This is just so amusing - and Wyldon definitely would be against hearing about Neal when he's trying to get it on.
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Post by Lisa on Feb 3, 2010 6:21:08 GMT 10
Thanks, guys. My favorite dynamic of K/W is Neal-humor. (usually at Wyldon's expense!) Glad you like it! ;D
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Post by ubiquitous on Feb 3, 2010 11:19:10 GMT 10
LOL!! Love it! Neal humour is win.
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Post by Lisa on Feb 3, 2010 12:16:43 GMT 10
Thanks!! ^__^
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