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fredbassettTitle : Entente Cordiale, Part 3 of 7
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Stephen/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Word Count : 21,249 overall. This part 2,179.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan whisks Stephen away to an undisclosed location for his birthday weekend, but presents aren’t the only surprises that come Stephen’s way.
A/N : 1) Set in my Stephen/Ryan series which can be found HERE, but can be read as a standalone. 2) Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lukadreaming who has been cheerleading for this fic for a year and for doing the beta. 3) All the places described in this story do exist, but any resemblance to real people is wholly accidental. 2) Part 1, Part 2.
As soon as they reached the privacy of their bedroom, Stephen promptly stripped his clothes off and headed for the shower, leaving Ryan to follow at a slightly more leisurely pace.
“You’re an untidy little sod,” Ryan muttered.
Stephen grinned as he stepped into the shower. He shamelessly took advantage of Ryan’s army-ingrained tidiness but he always made a point of making it up to him in other ways.
Cool water streamed down his over-heated skin, washing away the sweat and dust of the cycle ride back to the hotel. They’d stopped in Montignac on the way and had been able to book themselves onto the last tour of the afternoon in Lascaux II. Ryan had been far too engrossed in sheer wonder at the size and quality of the paintings for any bad memories of previous less pleasant experiences in caves to surface and they had stared up at the decorated ceiling, wholly entranced.
Massive bulls four metres long jostled for space amongst stags with huge, branching antlers, a vividly drawn black cow was depicted jumping over a line of short, fat ponies, whilst a falling horse – presumably driven over a cliff by hunters – was skilfully painted around a curve in the rock. Although they’d been told by the guide how the replica, accurate down to a matter of millimetres, had been created, it had been easy to lose themselves in the atmosphere created by careful lighting and imagine that they were in the real cave. The colours were what had struck Stephen the most. Vivid yellow and red ochres, and brown from charcoal, had all been cleverly mixed to provide life-like detail with an impression of depth and even movement.
The sound of Ryan moving around the bathroom drew him back to the present. His lover was naked, his cock already half-hard. A slow smile spread over Stephen’s face and he ran hands slippery with gel down over his chest, pinching his nipples in passing and then stroking his own cock and balls slowly, putting on a show the way he knew Ryan loved. The shower wasn’t as large as the one in their flat, but from the look on Ryan’s face, he wasn’t going to let minor matters like lack of space stand in the way of his avowed intention to spend their long weekend fucking – and being fucked – as often as was humanly possible.
Ryan slid in next to him. “Room for a little one?”
Stephen slid his hands down Ryan’s well-muscled body to cup his arse and pulled him close for a wet kiss, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. “There’s nothing little about you, darling.” He topped Ryan by an inch or so in height, but the soldier was broader and heavier. Stephen’s hands mapped familiar territory and dipped into the cleft of Ryan’s arse, stroking lightly over his hole, slipping a finger inside him to press against Ryan’s prostate.
He captured Ryan’s groan with his lips and murmured, “My turn to do the fucking, I think, sweetie.”
Ryan obligingly turned around to face the tiled wall. “Don’t over-use the gel,” he commented. “You know I hate farting bubbles.”
Stephen nuzzled the back of Ryan’s neck. “Ever the romantic. Shall I fetch the lube or will a small amount of conditioner suffice, Captain Fussy?”
“Can’t have you leaving wet trails over the carpet, Hart. I’ll settle for the conditioner and as it’s your birthday, you can keep it to a minimum.”
Stephen nipped lightly at Ryan’s shoulder. “You’re spoiling me.”
“Yes, I am, aren’t I?” Ryan folded his arms against the tiles and spread his legs as the water streamed down his shoulders and back.
Stephen squeezed a small dollop of hotel hair conditioner into his palm and dipped his fingers in it before circling Ryan’s tight entrance and rubbing a small amount inside him. Then, before the water had chance to undo his efforts, he slipped his cock between his lover’s arse cheeks and entered him as gently and slowly as he could.
“We have done this before, Hart,” Ryan pointed out sounding amused.
“Once or twice,” Stephen acknowledged.
He held Ryan’s hips firmly in place with both hands and drove inside him in a series of shallow thrusts, enjoying the delicious friction on his cock. Once he was buried balls deep in his lover’s tight arse, Stephen slid his left hand around to stroke Ryan’s cock, bringing him back to full hardness and teasing at the taut ridge of skin under the crown in the way he knew always drove Ryan wild.
Ryan let out a long, slow breath. “Christ, that’s good.”
Stephen laughed and pulled out slowly until the tip of his cock was barely inside his lover’s body and then pushed back in equally slowly, earning him a quiet moan of pleasure.
“Did you believe a word of that bullshit earlier about counter-terrorism exercises?” he asked, continuing to entertain himself by alternately teasing Ryan’s cock and stroking his balls at the same time as slowly fucking him.
“No, of course I didn’t.” Ryan gave a small hiccup of pleasure as Stephen’s cock jabbed at his prostate and he shifted position slightly to facilitate it happening again.
“So what were they up to? I’m bloody sure I heard their delectable captain say bête when he was talking to the mayor.”
“Your ability to shag while keeping up a conversation never ceases to amaze me, Hart,” Ryan commented, thrusting his dick up into Stephen’s encircling fingers in the search for more friction.
Stephen started to drive harder into Ryan’s hot channel while tightening his grip on his cock and stroking him firmly. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“I thought I caught that word, too,” Ryan said. “It would be too much of a fucking coincidence, though, wouldn’t it?”
“Do you believe in coincidence?” A hard jab at Ryan’s prostate elicited a breathy moan.
“No, I fucking well don’t,” Ryan panted, pushing back equally hard into Stephen’s groin. “Christ, Stephen, do that again…”
Stephen tightened his grip on the base of Ryan’s cock, holding back any immediate prospect of orgasm, while he ramped up the pressure on the small bundle of nerves in his lover’s body. “Should we tell Lester?”
“Tell him what? That we overheard a French Special Forces captain say the word ‘beast’ to the mayor of small village? Besides, if Lester starts asking questions sod’s law says we’ll end up in the middle of a diplomatic incident faster than you can say… fuck!” The last word emerged as little more than a strangled yelp and was almost certainly not what Ryan had originally intended to say.
“Speaking of fucking, you’ve bedded the unfeasibly attractive Captain Lafarge, haven’t you, darling?” The thought of Ryan fucking – or being fucked by – the French soldier sent an interesting tingle through Stephen’s cock. It had been obvious from the two men’s easy familiarity that they’d been more than just colleagues at some point, but Stephen hoped Ryan wouldn’t interpret his curiosity as jealousy. For all Stephen’s faults and he knew he had plenty, he’d never had any issues with the knowledge that Ryan had been close to other people before him.
“We shagged each other’s brains out in a hotel in Beirut the night after an op six years ago,” Ryan said without hesitation. “I haven’t seen him since.”
“What’s he like?” Stephen asked, leaning over Ryan’s shoulder to suck at his earlobe.
Ryan let out a half-gasp, half-laugh. “He’s a bloody good lay, but I’m not sure that’s quite what you meant, is it? He’s probably the most psychotic fucker I’ve ever worked with apart from Blade.”
Stephen opened her eyes in surprise and promptly got water in them. He also detected a slight cooling in the temperature of the water, so he released his hold on Ryan’s cock and started to shag him in earnest.
The reaction he got to the increased pace was gratifying. He could feel Ryan’s thighs starting to tremble with the effort of holding himself upright and he’d just heard something suspiciously close to a whine that Ryan would no doubt deny if questioned on the subject later. As soon as he stopped distracting himself with conversation, Stephen could feel pleasure surging through him, pooling in his balls, and finally spilling over into an intense climax. Ryan’s cock pulsed in his hands and he felt his lover’s arse spasm around him. Ryan shuddered and pushed back against him, the trembling in his thighs intensifying to the point where Stephen slipped his arms around Ryan’s waist to help him stay upright.
Later, still damp, with small aftershocks running through their bodies, they lay entwined on top of everal large towels spread on the bed and kissed lazily, warmed by the early evening sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Eventually, drawn from the bedroom by rumbling stomachs and the need for a beer, they made their way downstairs to the restaurant, a light, airy room with an enormous stone fireplace at one end, and a series of windows that overlooked the river that wound its way down the valley. After lingering over a very fine meal, they retired to the terrace in front of the hotel to watch a spectacular sunset, equipped with two large – and excellent – Armagnacs. They weren’t the only guests doing the same thing. At the next table, two women in their early 60s were enjoying coffee and liquors. Stephen had heard them talking as they’d entered the dining room and knew that they were from somewhere on the Sussex coast. They were dressed as casually as he and Ryan were and from the small touches and looks he’d watched them exchange, it was obvious that they were more than just holiday companions.
The elder of the two, her grey hair wound into a loose bun held in place by an attractive spiral of silver wire set with a large moonstone, smiled at him and remarked, “It’s a beautiful spot, isn’t it?”
Stephen smiled and nodded. He extended his hand and she shook it warmly as he embarked on the introductions. “Stephen Hart. This is my partner, Tom Ryan.”
“Ellen Harris.”
“Kathy Morse,” the other woman said. “I’m her better half.”
Ellen snorted. “Yes, dear, of course you are.”
“How long are you here for?” Kathy asked.
“Just a long weekend,” Ryan said. “We flew into Brive yesterday and have got another two days left. Do you know the area well?”
“We’ve been coming here for about ten years. We normally stay in a cottage a little way down the valley, but we both retired this summer, so this is something of a treat by way of celebration.” She smiled fondly at Ellen and they clinked their glasses together.
“Forty years as teachers and neither of us have done time for murder. I’d definitely say that’s cause for a bloody celebration,” Ellen said, pushing a wisp of her unruly hair back behind her ear. “What do you two do for a living?”
“Research assistant,” Stephen supplied. “Evolutionary zoology.”
“Army,” Ryan said.
To Stephen’s surprise, the two women promptly smiled and high-fived each other. In response to his raised eyebrow, Kathy Morse explained, “I had you pegged for an academic of some sort, and we both guessed army.”
“The haircut?” Ryan hazarded.
“The body to die for,” Ellen added, mischief dancing in her shrewd eyes.
Her partner rolled her eyes. “I do apologise, gentleman. All attempts to house-train her have ended in abysmal failure. If she attempts to quiz you on your sex-life, do feel free to change the subject.”
The two women proved to be amusing company as well as an invaluable mine of information on the local attractions. Stephen wanted to see a chateau while they were in the area and the one they’d passed on their ride to St Leon that morning came highly recommended, so it looked like that settled their choice of activity for the following day. And when he mentioned their impromptu swim in the river before lunch, they were given directions to a suitable spot on the small river, the Coly, which ran down the valley to meet the Vezere a few kilometres away. It sounded like it would make a good destination for a pre-breakfast run.
After lingering over another round of drinks, they excused themselves and made their way back upstairs. Stephen was surprisingly tired from a mix of exercise, good food and even better sex. He cuddled up against Ryan in the large, comfortable bed and draped his arm around his lover’s waist.
“Thanks for a lovely day, Tom.”
Ryan answered him with a gentle, brandy-tasting kiss. Their tongues tangled together lazily and they made love slowly and unhurriedly, the raw urgency of earlier in the day replaced by a quiet giving and taking of pleasure that drew Stephen inexorably to an equally intense climax.
With his head pillowed on Ryan’s shoulder in a bedroom bathed in silver moonlight, Stephen finally gave up the attempt to prolong the best birthday he’d ever had and drifted off into sleep.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Stephen/Ryan
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Word Count : 21,249 overall. This part 2,179.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Ryan whisks Stephen away to an undisclosed location for his birthday weekend, but presents aren’t the only surprises that come Stephen’s way.
A/N : 1) Set in my Stephen/Ryan series which can be found HERE, but can be read as a standalone. 2) Many thanks to
lukadreaming who has been cheerleading for this fic for a year and for doing the beta. 3) All the places described in this story do exist, but any resemblance to real people is wholly accidental. 2) Part 1, Part 2.As soon as they reached the privacy of their bedroom, Stephen promptly stripped his clothes off and headed for the shower, leaving Ryan to follow at a slightly more leisurely pace.
“You’re an untidy little sod,” Ryan muttered.
Stephen grinned as he stepped into the shower. He shamelessly took advantage of Ryan’s army-ingrained tidiness but he always made a point of making it up to him in other ways.
Cool water streamed down his over-heated skin, washing away the sweat and dust of the cycle ride back to the hotel. They’d stopped in Montignac on the way and had been able to book themselves onto the last tour of the afternoon in Lascaux II. Ryan had been far too engrossed in sheer wonder at the size and quality of the paintings for any bad memories of previous less pleasant experiences in caves to surface and they had stared up at the decorated ceiling, wholly entranced.
Massive bulls four metres long jostled for space amongst stags with huge, branching antlers, a vividly drawn black cow was depicted jumping over a line of short, fat ponies, whilst a falling horse – presumably driven over a cliff by hunters – was skilfully painted around a curve in the rock. Although they’d been told by the guide how the replica, accurate down to a matter of millimetres, had been created, it had been easy to lose themselves in the atmosphere created by careful lighting and imagine that they were in the real cave. The colours were what had struck Stephen the most. Vivid yellow and red ochres, and brown from charcoal, had all been cleverly mixed to provide life-like detail with an impression of depth and even movement.
The sound of Ryan moving around the bathroom drew him back to the present. His lover was naked, his cock already half-hard. A slow smile spread over Stephen’s face and he ran hands slippery with gel down over his chest, pinching his nipples in passing and then stroking his own cock and balls slowly, putting on a show the way he knew Ryan loved. The shower wasn’t as large as the one in their flat, but from the look on Ryan’s face, he wasn’t going to let minor matters like lack of space stand in the way of his avowed intention to spend their long weekend fucking – and being fucked – as often as was humanly possible.
Ryan slid in next to him. “Room for a little one?”
Stephen slid his hands down Ryan’s well-muscled body to cup his arse and pulled him close for a wet kiss, their hard cocks rubbing against each other. “There’s nothing little about you, darling.” He topped Ryan by an inch or so in height, but the soldier was broader and heavier. Stephen’s hands mapped familiar territory and dipped into the cleft of Ryan’s arse, stroking lightly over his hole, slipping a finger inside him to press against Ryan’s prostate.
He captured Ryan’s groan with his lips and murmured, “My turn to do the fucking, I think, sweetie.”
Ryan obligingly turned around to face the tiled wall. “Don’t over-use the gel,” he commented. “You know I hate farting bubbles.”
Stephen nuzzled the back of Ryan’s neck. “Ever the romantic. Shall I fetch the lube or will a small amount of conditioner suffice, Captain Fussy?”
“Can’t have you leaving wet trails over the carpet, Hart. I’ll settle for the conditioner and as it’s your birthday, you can keep it to a minimum.”
Stephen nipped lightly at Ryan’s shoulder. “You’re spoiling me.”
“Yes, I am, aren’t I?” Ryan folded his arms against the tiles and spread his legs as the water streamed down his shoulders and back.
Stephen squeezed a small dollop of hotel hair conditioner into his palm and dipped his fingers in it before circling Ryan’s tight entrance and rubbing a small amount inside him. Then, before the water had chance to undo his efforts, he slipped his cock between his lover’s arse cheeks and entered him as gently and slowly as he could.
“We have done this before, Hart,” Ryan pointed out sounding amused.
“Once or twice,” Stephen acknowledged.
He held Ryan’s hips firmly in place with both hands and drove inside him in a series of shallow thrusts, enjoying the delicious friction on his cock. Once he was buried balls deep in his lover’s tight arse, Stephen slid his left hand around to stroke Ryan’s cock, bringing him back to full hardness and teasing at the taut ridge of skin under the crown in the way he knew always drove Ryan wild.
Ryan let out a long, slow breath. “Christ, that’s good.”
Stephen laughed and pulled out slowly until the tip of his cock was barely inside his lover’s body and then pushed back in equally slowly, earning him a quiet moan of pleasure.
“Did you believe a word of that bullshit earlier about counter-terrorism exercises?” he asked, continuing to entertain himself by alternately teasing Ryan’s cock and stroking his balls at the same time as slowly fucking him.
“No, of course I didn’t.” Ryan gave a small hiccup of pleasure as Stephen’s cock jabbed at his prostate and he shifted position slightly to facilitate it happening again.
“So what were they up to? I’m bloody sure I heard their delectable captain say bête when he was talking to the mayor.”
“Your ability to shag while keeping up a conversation never ceases to amaze me, Hart,” Ryan commented, thrusting his dick up into Stephen’s encircling fingers in the search for more friction.
Stephen started to drive harder into Ryan’s hot channel while tightening his grip on his cock and stroking him firmly. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“I thought I caught that word, too,” Ryan said. “It would be too much of a fucking coincidence, though, wouldn’t it?”
“Do you believe in coincidence?” A hard jab at Ryan’s prostate elicited a breathy moan.
“No, I fucking well don’t,” Ryan panted, pushing back equally hard into Stephen’s groin. “Christ, Stephen, do that again…”
Stephen tightened his grip on the base of Ryan’s cock, holding back any immediate prospect of orgasm, while he ramped up the pressure on the small bundle of nerves in his lover’s body. “Should we tell Lester?”
“Tell him what? That we overheard a French Special Forces captain say the word ‘beast’ to the mayor of small village? Besides, if Lester starts asking questions sod’s law says we’ll end up in the middle of a diplomatic incident faster than you can say… fuck!” The last word emerged as little more than a strangled yelp and was almost certainly not what Ryan had originally intended to say.
“Speaking of fucking, you’ve bedded the unfeasibly attractive Captain Lafarge, haven’t you, darling?” The thought of Ryan fucking – or being fucked by – the French soldier sent an interesting tingle through Stephen’s cock. It had been obvious from the two men’s easy familiarity that they’d been more than just colleagues at some point, but Stephen hoped Ryan wouldn’t interpret his curiosity as jealousy. For all Stephen’s faults and he knew he had plenty, he’d never had any issues with the knowledge that Ryan had been close to other people before him.
“We shagged each other’s brains out in a hotel in Beirut the night after an op six years ago,” Ryan said without hesitation. “I haven’t seen him since.”
“What’s he like?” Stephen asked, leaning over Ryan’s shoulder to suck at his earlobe.
Ryan let out a half-gasp, half-laugh. “He’s a bloody good lay, but I’m not sure that’s quite what you meant, is it? He’s probably the most psychotic fucker I’ve ever worked with apart from Blade.”
Stephen opened her eyes in surprise and promptly got water in them. He also detected a slight cooling in the temperature of the water, so he released his hold on Ryan’s cock and started to shag him in earnest.
The reaction he got to the increased pace was gratifying. He could feel Ryan’s thighs starting to tremble with the effort of holding himself upright and he’d just heard something suspiciously close to a whine that Ryan would no doubt deny if questioned on the subject later. As soon as he stopped distracting himself with conversation, Stephen could feel pleasure surging through him, pooling in his balls, and finally spilling over into an intense climax. Ryan’s cock pulsed in his hands and he felt his lover’s arse spasm around him. Ryan shuddered and pushed back against him, the trembling in his thighs intensifying to the point where Stephen slipped his arms around Ryan’s waist to help him stay upright.
Later, still damp, with small aftershocks running through their bodies, they lay entwined on top of everal large towels spread on the bed and kissed lazily, warmed by the early evening sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Eventually, drawn from the bedroom by rumbling stomachs and the need for a beer, they made their way downstairs to the restaurant, a light, airy room with an enormous stone fireplace at one end, and a series of windows that overlooked the river that wound its way down the valley. After lingering over a very fine meal, they retired to the terrace in front of the hotel to watch a spectacular sunset, equipped with two large – and excellent – Armagnacs. They weren’t the only guests doing the same thing. At the next table, two women in their early 60s were enjoying coffee and liquors. Stephen had heard them talking as they’d entered the dining room and knew that they were from somewhere on the Sussex coast. They were dressed as casually as he and Ryan were and from the small touches and looks he’d watched them exchange, it was obvious that they were more than just holiday companions.
The elder of the two, her grey hair wound into a loose bun held in place by an attractive spiral of silver wire set with a large moonstone, smiled at him and remarked, “It’s a beautiful spot, isn’t it?”
Stephen smiled and nodded. He extended his hand and she shook it warmly as he embarked on the introductions. “Stephen Hart. This is my partner, Tom Ryan.”
“Ellen Harris.”
“Kathy Morse,” the other woman said. “I’m her better half.”
Ellen snorted. “Yes, dear, of course you are.”
“How long are you here for?” Kathy asked.
“Just a long weekend,” Ryan said. “We flew into Brive yesterday and have got another two days left. Do you know the area well?”
“We’ve been coming here for about ten years. We normally stay in a cottage a little way down the valley, but we both retired this summer, so this is something of a treat by way of celebration.” She smiled fondly at Ellen and they clinked their glasses together.
“Forty years as teachers and neither of us have done time for murder. I’d definitely say that’s cause for a bloody celebration,” Ellen said, pushing a wisp of her unruly hair back behind her ear. “What do you two do for a living?”
“Research assistant,” Stephen supplied. “Evolutionary zoology.”
“Army,” Ryan said.
To Stephen’s surprise, the two women promptly smiled and high-fived each other. In response to his raised eyebrow, Kathy Morse explained, “I had you pegged for an academic of some sort, and we both guessed army.”
“The haircut?” Ryan hazarded.
“The body to die for,” Ellen added, mischief dancing in her shrewd eyes.
Her partner rolled her eyes. “I do apologise, gentleman. All attempts to house-train her have ended in abysmal failure. If she attempts to quiz you on your sex-life, do feel free to change the subject.”
The two women proved to be amusing company as well as an invaluable mine of information on the local attractions. Stephen wanted to see a chateau while they were in the area and the one they’d passed on their ride to St Leon that morning came highly recommended, so it looked like that settled their choice of activity for the following day. And when he mentioned their impromptu swim in the river before lunch, they were given directions to a suitable spot on the small river, the Coly, which ran down the valley to meet the Vezere a few kilometres away. It sounded like it would make a good destination for a pre-breakfast run.
After lingering over another round of drinks, they excused themselves and made their way back upstairs. Stephen was surprisingly tired from a mix of exercise, good food and even better sex. He cuddled up against Ryan in the large, comfortable bed and draped his arm around his lover’s waist.
“Thanks for a lovely day, Tom.”
Ryan answered him with a gentle, brandy-tasting kiss. Their tongues tangled together lazily and they made love slowly and unhurriedly, the raw urgency of earlier in the day replaced by a quiet giving and taking of pleasure that drew Stephen inexorably to an equally intense climax.
With his head pillowed on Ryan’s shoulder in a bedroom bathed in silver moonlight, Stephen finally gave up the attempt to prolong the best birthday he’d ever had and drifted off into sleep.
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Date: 2012-09-08 05:15 pm (UTC)That is splendidly hawt fic - and tee hee hee for the plot point which means Louise will have to read the spelling and grammar!
Loving the guided tour of the region as well, particularly their visit to the caves!
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Date: 2012-09-08 07:32 pm (UTC)Kathy and Ellen are such lovely characters.
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Date: 2012-09-08 11:10 pm (UTC)Yay for bonky boys and Stephen having such a wonderful birthday. They've made some great friends there too! And LOL for the conversing on serious subjects while otherwise distracted...
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Date: 2012-09-09 03:01 am (UTC)gorgeous as!!!
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Date: 2012-09-09 06:51 am (UTC)yeah baby! Fabulous!
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Date: 2012-09-09 11:08 am (UTC)Great chapter, loved Kathy and Ellen.
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Date: 2012-09-09 12:32 pm (UTC)Gorgeous. And I love their conversations and all that's going on!
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Date: 2012-09-10 10:18 pm (UTC)The two old ladies were just awesome!
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Date: 2012-09-11 10:13 pm (UTC)The two laydees are great.
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Date: 2012-09-21 04:15 am (UTC)*g* I hope you spotted the plot point in the shower scene.
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