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fredbassettTitle : A Very Public Problem, Part 1
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen/Ryan, Lester/Lyle, Claudia, Abby, Connor, Ditzy
Rating : 18 (Parts 1 and 4), 15 (Parts 2 and 3)
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : Very minor for S1, Episode 3.
Summary : Stephen and Ryan get disturbed during a pleasant morning in bed.
Stephen Hart lounged comfortably on the bed, running one hand lazily through Ryan’s short blond hair whilst the soldier applied his lips and tongue with single-minded determination to Stephen’s cock and balls.
It felt good. No scrub that, it felt amazing. Ryan was using every trick in his considerable repertoire to drive him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, but each time Stephen thought he was about to come, Ryan pulled back, grinning, and waited for his breathing to return to normal before starting again.
Stephen had tried wriggling and whining. He was now within a hair’s breadth of begging. He could feel Ryan’s hot tongue ghosting over the head of his cock and just when Stephen thought he couldn’t stand one more lick without exploding, his lover pulled back and flipped him over onto his front.
Stephen groaned and spread his legs invitingly. Ryan’s laugh raised the hairs on the back of his thighs and sent a shiver dancing pleasantly up and down his spine. Strong fingers pulled him apart and a warm, wet tongue lapped obligingly at his entrance.
“Fuck me ….. please …..”
Ryan obeyed, but only with his tongue.
Stephen’s heart rate jumped. God, he loved it when Ryan did this. There was no feeling on earth quite so intimate or so intense. A needy whine caught in the back of his throat and turned into the soft mewling that he knew Ryan adored. He was rewarded with a gently probing finger, slick with nothing more than spit. It felt good, but he wanted more. He wanted Ryan’s cock inside him.
“Fuck me …. now ….. please …..”
Ryan reached out to the bedside table, groping for the bottle he’d tossed there last night after they’d finished laughing at the purple prose of the advertising blurb. They hadn’t actually got round to trying the stuff out yet, although Lyle swore it worked just fine.
Stephen intercepted Ryan’s fingers and twined them with his own. “Leave it,” he breathed. “I can take it ….”
“Not doing you dry, darling, no way,” Ryan’s voice held a disappointing note of finality.
“Please …..”
“Don’t whine.” Ryan emphasised his comment with a sharp jab at Stephen’s prostate which sent a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in his body and very nearly took him over the edge into orgasm.
“Again ….. please …..”
Ryan’s finger stroked the puckered skin, teasing slowly in and out of the tight ring of muscle.
Stephen abandoned any pretence at self-control and wriggled backwards, doing his best to impale himself on Ryan’s probing finger.
He craved the fierce burn that would come from a thick cock entering him without lubrication. The soldier had taken him once and once only without any attempt at easing his entry. On that occasion Ryan had taken him in anger. It had hurt and he’d bled, and he’d wanted Ryan to stop, although he’d refused to articulate that at the time. But afterwards, his climax had been so fucking intense that he’d chased that unholy mix of pleasure and pain ever since. He’d fucked Ryan like that a couple of times, with his lover tied to the bed, begging for it, but Ryan had always refused to reciprocate and Stephen knew that the soldier had hated himself for that momentary loss of control and was determined not to repeat anything which had caused real damage. Scruples which Stephen Hart had been determined to overcome ever since.
“Love it when you beg, Hart,” breathed Ryan, nipping at the inside of Stephen’s thigh.
“Then fuck me, you inconsiderate bastard!” Stephen dug his fingers hard into the palm of Ryan’s hand, refusing to let the other man reach out for the lubricant.
“That’s demanding, not begging,” chuckled Ryan, but Stephen knew he’d got something right when his lover obliged with a second finger drier than the first.
It was just starting to hurt, the pain intensifying the feeling in Stephen’s cock and balls as he tried to rub himself against the cotton sheets.
“Come on, Ryan, stop playing around and fuck me! Please …… fuck me dry and I’ll suck you off every night for a week …..”
“You’ll do that anyway, you usually do.”
A thumb burrowed its way in beside the two fingers and started to stretch him. Stephen began to think he was winning. He wanted this. He wanted Ryan buried balls deep in his arse, shagging him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for a week, and he didn’t care about the consequences. He’d worry about minor details like that later.
His breath was coming in short gasps now. Using all the strength he could muster, he dragged Ryan’s other hand to his mouth and started to lick and kiss at the soldier’s palm, tasting his sweat, muffling his own needy cries around knuckles other than his own. Then he felt it, the blunt head of Ryan’s cock starting to push slowly into him.
He pushed back, relaxing, letting his lover force himself inside, lubricated with nothing more than pre-come. Arses weren’t designed for this sort of activity, but hell, it still felt good. There was no slip and slide of an easy, well-oiled penetration here. It was rough, and painful and he craved more. He shoved back, grinding his hips against Ryan’s groin, forcing the soldier’s cock deeper into his dry but willing arse. He made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, which finally succeeded in breaking Ryan’s control. The soldier withdrew slightly, then drove himself forward, his hips slamming his cock home into Stephen’s straining body.
Ryan’s groan almost drove Stephen straight over the edge, and without thinking, he bit down on Ryan’s knuckles, His lover’s hips bucked hard. Stephen felt the drag and burn deep inside his body. He groaned with pleasure. Ryan pulled him over onto his side, pushing one leg up and reaching under it to stroke and pull at his cock.
The sensation was nearly too much. Stephen tried to get a hand down to stop the soldier, but Ryan thrust into him again, slamming against his prostate and pleasure burst inside him with the force of a mortar shell.
Stephen yelled and came, his arse spasming around Ryan’s cock, dragging him over the edge almost immediately. As his lover emptied himself inside him, Stephen felt the burn from Ryan’s cock lessening. The soldier thrust his way through his own climax as he kissed and bit at Stephen’s shoulders, still stroking him through the final tremors of orgasm.
Stephen moaned and writhed against his lover’s chest, one hand groping blindly for Ryan’s, when the sharp ringing of the bedside telephone shattered the mood and caused both men to curse in unison.
“Ignore it, Stringer’s on call,” Stephen panted, intercepting Ryan’s hand and bringing it to his mouth so he could lick the fingers clean of his own come.
“Might be Lester,” Ryan groaned, withdrawing his half-hard cock from Stephen’s arse and glancing down to see if there were any signs of blood.
“All the more reason to ignore it ……”
“Bugger’s not going to go away …...”
Stephen groaned as he adjusted to the loss of his lover’s cock, then his groan turned to a throaty whine as Ryan slid quickly down the bed, and used his warm, wet tongue to search for any damage.
The telephone continued to ring.
“Answer it,” breathed Ryan, then went back to tongue-fucking Stephen.
“You want me to talk to Lester while you’re trying to climb inside me?” Christ, even after six months, Ryan could still surprise him.
“Might be Cutter …..”
Stephen laughed and reached out for the handset. “Hello?” Well, whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t this. “Abby, no of course you’re not disturbing anything ….. we were just …..” coherent thought took a short holiday while Ryan’s tongue licked gently around him, then took advantage of his loosened state to slip inside again. “Is there a problem?” Oh Christ, he was getting hard again! He’d just had his brains shagged out, and now he was talking to Abby on the phone, while Ryan tongue-fucked him. And he was getting hard again. He tried his best to concentrate on what Abby was saying. Something about fish and a reservoir. “What does Cutter reckon?” Shit, he’d forgotten, Cutter was giving a paper at a conference in Paris and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday.
He found himself being rolled onto his back again, then a second later, Ryan was embarking on what seemed like a determined attempt to suck his last few remaining brain cells out through his cock. He clamped one hand over the mouthpiece of the phone for a moment in an attempt to round up what was left of his rapidly disappearing composure. “OK, text me the location and we’ll be with you as soon as possible, and in the meantime, be careful and stay out of the water.”
“Water?” Ryan sounded puzzled.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” panted Stephen, dropping the handset, and arching his hips upwards in pursuit of this lover’s lips and tongue.
Ryan laughed then took him in as deeply as he could manage. Two minutes later, Stephen’s mobile phone sounded as its owner hit his second climax in ten minutes, deep down Ryan willing throat. The soldier propped himself up on one elbow, coughing and laughing as the sound of a cat mieowing emerged from the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I’d check what he’s done to yours before you laugh,” muttered Stephen, trailing his hand down his lover’s face and catching some stray drops of come, which Ryan promptly licked off his fingers.
“It trumpeted like an elephant, last time I heard it. Has Abby phoned Lester?”
“He’s not picking up. Off somewhere with Lyle, she reckons. Did I sound half way coherent?”
“No, you sounded like someone who’d just been screwed senseless, if you must know.”
“Did I whine?”
“Only when I started sucking your cock.”
Stephen sighed. He supposed it could have been worse, but at the moment he was hard put to think how. “Come on, soldier boy, duty calls.”
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Stephen/Ryan, Lester/Lyle, Claudia, Abby, Connor, Ditzy
Rating : 18 (Parts 1 and 4), 15 (Parts 2 and 3)
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : Very minor for S1, Episode 3.
Summary : Stephen and Ryan get disturbed during a pleasant morning in bed.
Stephen Hart lounged comfortably on the bed, running one hand lazily through Ryan’s short blond hair whilst the soldier applied his lips and tongue with single-minded determination to Stephen’s cock and balls.
It felt good. No scrub that, it felt amazing. Ryan was using every trick in his considerable repertoire to drive him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, but each time Stephen thought he was about to come, Ryan pulled back, grinning, and waited for his breathing to return to normal before starting again.
Stephen had tried wriggling and whining. He was now within a hair’s breadth of begging. He could feel Ryan’s hot tongue ghosting over the head of his cock and just when Stephen thought he couldn’t stand one more lick without exploding, his lover pulled back and flipped him over onto his front.
Stephen groaned and spread his legs invitingly. Ryan’s laugh raised the hairs on the back of his thighs and sent a shiver dancing pleasantly up and down his spine. Strong fingers pulled him apart and a warm, wet tongue lapped obligingly at his entrance.
“Fuck me ….. please …..”
Ryan obeyed, but only with his tongue.
Stephen’s heart rate jumped. God, he loved it when Ryan did this. There was no feeling on earth quite so intimate or so intense. A needy whine caught in the back of his throat and turned into the soft mewling that he knew Ryan adored. He was rewarded with a gently probing finger, slick with nothing more than spit. It felt good, but he wanted more. He wanted Ryan’s cock inside him.
“Fuck me …. now ….. please …..”
Ryan reached out to the bedside table, groping for the bottle he’d tossed there last night after they’d finished laughing at the purple prose of the advertising blurb. They hadn’t actually got round to trying the stuff out yet, although Lyle swore it worked just fine.
Stephen intercepted Ryan’s fingers and twined them with his own. “Leave it,” he breathed. “I can take it ….”
“Not doing you dry, darling, no way,” Ryan’s voice held a disappointing note of finality.
“Please …..”
“Don’t whine.” Ryan emphasised his comment with a sharp jab at Stephen’s prostate which sent a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in his body and very nearly took him over the edge into orgasm.
“Again ….. please …..”
Ryan’s finger stroked the puckered skin, teasing slowly in and out of the tight ring of muscle.
Stephen abandoned any pretence at self-control and wriggled backwards, doing his best to impale himself on Ryan’s probing finger.
He craved the fierce burn that would come from a thick cock entering him without lubrication. The soldier had taken him once and once only without any attempt at easing his entry. On that occasion Ryan had taken him in anger. It had hurt and he’d bled, and he’d wanted Ryan to stop, although he’d refused to articulate that at the time. But afterwards, his climax had been so fucking intense that he’d chased that unholy mix of pleasure and pain ever since. He’d fucked Ryan like that a couple of times, with his lover tied to the bed, begging for it, but Ryan had always refused to reciprocate and Stephen knew that the soldier had hated himself for that momentary loss of control and was determined not to repeat anything which had caused real damage. Scruples which Stephen Hart had been determined to overcome ever since.
“Love it when you beg, Hart,” breathed Ryan, nipping at the inside of Stephen’s thigh.
“Then fuck me, you inconsiderate bastard!” Stephen dug his fingers hard into the palm of Ryan’s hand, refusing to let the other man reach out for the lubricant.
“That’s demanding, not begging,” chuckled Ryan, but Stephen knew he’d got something right when his lover obliged with a second finger drier than the first.
It was just starting to hurt, the pain intensifying the feeling in Stephen’s cock and balls as he tried to rub himself against the cotton sheets.
“Come on, Ryan, stop playing around and fuck me! Please …… fuck me dry and I’ll suck you off every night for a week …..”
“You’ll do that anyway, you usually do.”
A thumb burrowed its way in beside the two fingers and started to stretch him. Stephen began to think he was winning. He wanted this. He wanted Ryan buried balls deep in his arse, shagging him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for a week, and he didn’t care about the consequences. He’d worry about minor details like that later.
His breath was coming in short gasps now. Using all the strength he could muster, he dragged Ryan’s other hand to his mouth and started to lick and kiss at the soldier’s palm, tasting his sweat, muffling his own needy cries around knuckles other than his own. Then he felt it, the blunt head of Ryan’s cock starting to push slowly into him.
He pushed back, relaxing, letting his lover force himself inside, lubricated with nothing more than pre-come. Arses weren’t designed for this sort of activity, but hell, it still felt good. There was no slip and slide of an easy, well-oiled penetration here. It was rough, and painful and he craved more. He shoved back, grinding his hips against Ryan’s groin, forcing the soldier’s cock deeper into his dry but willing arse. He made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, which finally succeeded in breaking Ryan’s control. The soldier withdrew slightly, then drove himself forward, his hips slamming his cock home into Stephen’s straining body.
Ryan’s groan almost drove Stephen straight over the edge, and without thinking, he bit down on Ryan’s knuckles, His lover’s hips bucked hard. Stephen felt the drag and burn deep inside his body. He groaned with pleasure. Ryan pulled him over onto his side, pushing one leg up and reaching under it to stroke and pull at his cock.
The sensation was nearly too much. Stephen tried to get a hand down to stop the soldier, but Ryan thrust into him again, slamming against his prostate and pleasure burst inside him with the force of a mortar shell.
Stephen yelled and came, his arse spasming around Ryan’s cock, dragging him over the edge almost immediately. As his lover emptied himself inside him, Stephen felt the burn from Ryan’s cock lessening. The soldier thrust his way through his own climax as he kissed and bit at Stephen’s shoulders, still stroking him through the final tremors of orgasm.
Stephen moaned and writhed against his lover’s chest, one hand groping blindly for Ryan’s, when the sharp ringing of the bedside telephone shattered the mood and caused both men to curse in unison.
“Ignore it, Stringer’s on call,” Stephen panted, intercepting Ryan’s hand and bringing it to his mouth so he could lick the fingers clean of his own come.
“Might be Lester,” Ryan groaned, withdrawing his half-hard cock from Stephen’s arse and glancing down to see if there were any signs of blood.
“All the more reason to ignore it ……”
“Bugger’s not going to go away …...”
Stephen groaned as he adjusted to the loss of his lover’s cock, then his groan turned to a throaty whine as Ryan slid quickly down the bed, and used his warm, wet tongue to search for any damage.
The telephone continued to ring.
“Answer it,” breathed Ryan, then went back to tongue-fucking Stephen.
“You want me to talk to Lester while you’re trying to climb inside me?” Christ, even after six months, Ryan could still surprise him.
“Might be Cutter …..”
Stephen laughed and reached out for the handset. “Hello?” Well, whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t this. “Abby, no of course you’re not disturbing anything ….. we were just …..” coherent thought took a short holiday while Ryan’s tongue licked gently around him, then took advantage of his loosened state to slip inside again. “Is there a problem?” Oh Christ, he was getting hard again! He’d just had his brains shagged out, and now he was talking to Abby on the phone, while Ryan tongue-fucked him. And he was getting hard again. He tried his best to concentrate on what Abby was saying. Something about fish and a reservoir. “What does Cutter reckon?” Shit, he’d forgotten, Cutter was giving a paper at a conference in Paris and wouldn’t be back until Tuesday.
He found himself being rolled onto his back again, then a second later, Ryan was embarking on what seemed like a determined attempt to suck his last few remaining brain cells out through his cock. He clamped one hand over the mouthpiece of the phone for a moment in an attempt to round up what was left of his rapidly disappearing composure. “OK, text me the location and we’ll be with you as soon as possible, and in the meantime, be careful and stay out of the water.”
“Water?” Ryan sounded puzzled.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” panted Stephen, dropping the handset, and arching his hips upwards in pursuit of this lover’s lips and tongue.
Ryan laughed then took him in as deeply as he could manage. Two minutes later, Stephen’s mobile phone sounded as its owner hit his second climax in ten minutes, deep down Ryan willing throat. The soldier propped himself up on one elbow, coughing and laughing as the sound of a cat mieowing emerged from the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I’d check what he’s done to yours before you laugh,” muttered Stephen, trailing his hand down his lover’s face and catching some stray drops of come, which Ryan promptly licked off his fingers.
“It trumpeted like an elephant, last time I heard it. Has Abby phoned Lester?”
“He’s not picking up. Off somewhere with Lyle, she reckons. Did I sound half way coherent?”
“No, you sounded like someone who’d just been screwed senseless, if you must know.”
“Did I whine?”
“Only when I started sucking your cock.”
Stephen sighed. He supposed it could have been worse, but at the moment he was hard put to think how. “Come on, soldier boy, duty calls.”
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Date: 2008-09-19 04:16 pm (UTC)Double and triple phwoar!
Um, are the other three parts written and ready to post? *g*.
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:23 pm (UTC)I'll probably post daily.
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Date: 2008-09-19 04:16 pm (UTC)That was so hot! Does the mewling phone sound like Stephen mewling?
And I totally read this as A Very Pubic Problem. Wasn't too far off the mark, as it turned out!
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:24 pm (UTC)LOL, I had to double check to see if I had ballsed up the spelling. That would have been just like me.
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Date: 2008-09-19 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-19 04:22 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the next part!
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:32 pm (UTC)Lucas will come back and leave proper FB when her braincells are firing up a little better :)
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 05:34 pm (UTC)*joins Luka in the dedness*
People talking on the phone while being *cough* attended to is one of my sekrit kinks, so this was muchly appreciated! ;)
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Date: 2008-09-19 05:44 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-09-19 06:52 pm (UTC)It's Friday and I've got beer, music AND fredbassett porn! Life is good! :D
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:28 am (UTC)Glad you liked it, m'dear.
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Date: 2008-09-19 08:52 pm (UTC)*still waiting*
*still waiting*
ah bugger it, if you want coherant you'll be waiting a while, cause you just killed my brain with teh hotness... please feel free to do so again and soon ;)
*wanders off to find something to cool down with before she melts into a puddle of unrecogniseable goo*
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 09:17 pm (UTC)Seriously, my brain was already on overload from the hockey game I just saw but wow... this gives overload a whole new dimension...
*brainmelt*
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 09:44 pm (UTC)Ooh, very good! Loved Stephen trying to talk to Abby *g*
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 10:12 pm (UTC)Very hot!
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-19 11:06 pm (UTC)And Lester's away with Lyle and they're not answering the phone? hehehehe! Naughty boys :-)
Last but not least, what's in the water? Will Abby stay out of danger, and will Stringer be peeved if she gets hurt this time?
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-09-20 12:17 am (UTC)With SPN and this, I'm a happy camper.
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 01:28 am (UTC)Oh wait... that's my knickers on fire. 'Course I think that might be TMI, yeah?
Awesome and hot and sexy and... ah hell, I'm going to go read it again.
Thanks Fred!
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:32 am (UTC)*offeres new pair, with appologies*
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-09-20 08:13 am (UTC)I thought it was even odds either way that the mobile phone sabotage was done by either Connor or Lyle. Depending on who had better access. Although the elephant ring tone sounded like something Lyle would do - alpha bull male and all that. *g*
And Stephen manages to finally get around Ryan's protective instincts and lingering feelings of guilt. Yay!!
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Date: 2008-09-21 12:31 pm (UTC)Sprogette has dragged me out of the closet and told me to get my arse into gear 'cos Hubby is well on the way to recovery and is being a total pain in the neck, which means I am now shouting at her!
So, 'cos it's not right for offspring to bully parent, I'm doing as I'm told... and wow, lots of Stephen to catch up on. Will comment further when I have read the back catalogue!
Saying 'bye for now' as she drifts into dreamland with laptop and a sign on the arm of the chair saying 'Do Not Disturb - Stephen fantasizing in progress.'
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Date: 2008-09-21 12:48 pm (UTC)Hope you find some others you like in the back catalogue. *welcome back*
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Date: 2009-05-18 02:22 pm (UTC)Don't die, Kitty Cat!
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Date: 2010-05-15 06:51 pm (UTC)*dies* Best line in fic, evar. (Well, alright, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but good line nonetheless!)
Off to read the next part! (And actually remembering to comment!)
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