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[teetheyes]

Nice party. Still a lot of asskissing with no stripper in sight. Who knew those guys had it in them.

Private to the Bluebird

Don't stand me up, hotshot.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You didn't exist in a vacuum before I came.

Of course I don't mind.

//action//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

All right. Just checking.

[Gesturing a smudge of lady fingers on Blue's left.]

//action//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[liiiick spoon]

I mean, you don't mind that I slept with a psycho killer witch, right?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Watching him liiiick.]

Of course not. Nor do I mind you getting blown behind a tree or getting caught jacking off in class. Anything else?

[Counting his fingers.]

//action//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No.

I'm pretty good.

[lick]

You know. Compared to you.

//action//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you saying I'm a bad boy?

[Lick of the spoon, doesn't have quite the same appeal like when Blue does it, tsk.]

//action//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Erm.

You're not a boy, you know.

[squirm squirm]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tip of the tongue over the curve of the spoon.]

A bad man?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[staaaaaaare]

Um.

ThelasttimeIheardsomeonesaythewordsbadboyinthesameconnotationtheytriedtobendmeoveroneknee.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Corporal punishment?

[Thoughtful look, licking his lips.]

We need to change your bandages.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I went into the wrong club.

[pause]

Yes, probably.

//action//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

That would've been a great story.

[Standing up.]

On the bed. Band aids first.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks over]

It was a BDSM club. I was 1979, right before the AIDS scare, and it was attached to a jazz club that I had never been to. The bouncer let me in and said something odd about being a sweet looking cub, but you know, the jazz clubs are never very consistent with the way they talk.

[gets on the bed, shirt off]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I kind of figured the S&M part.

[Helping Blue to keep his shirt and jacket on though unbuttoned to expose the bandaged wound. Gesturing for him to lay down... under a straddling nightmare.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[lies down]

So then when I got in and before everything registered and I panicked, this guy grabbed me.

I tried to protest and he sort of ignored me and said something about bad boy, and the next thing I knew I was over one knee and this woman was bringing him a...very large leather strap.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

How did an innocent boy like you ever escape?

[Lick to Blue's stomach.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I flipped over his lap and took off for the door so fast.

[squirm]

Eyes?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I can do better.

[Shades off, he crawls higher to meet Blue's gaze.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

Thanks.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[Lowering a kiss.]

//action//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kisses back, hands on Cori's waist]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you feeling well enough?

[Kiss to Blue's chin.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[low whimper]

Don't do that to me.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Do what?

[Another kiss under his chin, down his neck.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Ask questions that make you stall.

[lifts his chin, and squirms]