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[teetheyes]

It feels so fucking great to be back in this god damned shit hole full of you assholes. The rest of you sons of bitches need to stop beating off to your Greek tragedy. To the cunt who stole my bike, apology fucking accepted.

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//he comes through the door!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Leans over to give him a kiss]

How are you?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Reaching up for his chin. Kiss!]

Fine. You?

[Harassing people on the network, what's new.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Pulls a big, wrapped box from his coat.]

Here.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Taking the box and giving it a little shake first.]

//he comes through the door!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Stops him!]

No, you can't shake it! I don't want it to break!

//he comes through the door!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stops shaking!] Whoops.

[Then unwrapping!]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I know you don't bake much, but I thought you could use one (http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/CrateandBarrel/ArtisanStandMixerBlkOnyxLL?$lg$).

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Opening it on the coffee table. Oh that's what it is! Teetheyes narrow at Blue.]

Is this your attempt at subliminal messaging?

[Kiss to his cheek.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Pleased!]

No, I just thought you would like one!

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

To make you more food, right?

[A kiss to his other cheek.]

Thank you.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Um.

If you wanted to.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Pulling Blue into his lap!]

It'd be my pleasure.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Sits!]

Okay.

[Relaxes on him]

It was on sale.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Poke to his stomach. Hard or soft??]

Thrifty.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Hard!]

Am I getting soft?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hmm, poke poke, tracing the curve of his abs.]

No, I don't think so. But I should check thoroughly just in case.

[Fable down on the couch, a nightmare on top.]

//he comes through the door!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Squeak!]

Is this an excuse to have sex with me?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kisses to his abs.]

Consider it casual maintenance.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I should find someone who can keep up with my...swordsmanship.

[Blushes down at Cori]

//he comes through the door!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Fingers drumming on his abs!]

What're you trying to say? I'm good with a whisk but not good enough for a broadsword?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

It's not your specialty!

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Pause. Pfft! Using Blue's abs as an arm rest.]

What about Charming?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Grabs his hands and kisses his fingers]

What about him? He fences.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Fingers kissed, tapping along Blue's bottom lip.]

Not good enough for you either huh?

//he comes through the door!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Puffy lip!]

I need a challenge! Gobs aren't going to be pushovers, you know.