Easter means pr0n, right?
Apr. 8th, 2007 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrWell, you know, what with evil pagan festivals and all?
I would say I'm going to hell, but that fact was so long ago established it hardly needs to be pointed out.
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nikerymksherea, because she said Deyllgo and Cion needed smut and after writing Sable/Chris I was in the mood to make another attempt. Plus, really owed lots to Nikery and Tygs for cheering me up <3
So, Happy Easter. Have some dragon pr0n.
Cion yawned as he woke up, unsurprised to see all the blankets in a heap on the floor. A cool breeze came through the window, the contrast to the heat cuddled up to him fine, making him shiver slightly.
He blinked, waking slowly, in no hurry to move from his cozy spot – and he had nothing of pressing importance to do today. The last of his early Dragon Isle maps had been submitted, a year and a half of preliminary work satisfactorily completed. Until the Regent gave his approval, there was nothing much for him to do.
So he may as well lie here and enjoy himself. Deyllgo was curled around him, clinging with the tenacity of an angry jellyfish – minus the anger of course – and Cion knew from experience that attempting to get free before Deyllgo permitted was useless.
Not that he wanted to get free. Definitely not. Briw had never wanted to cuddle or even linger, often wandering away afterwards to get a drink or whatnot. It had always stung, but Cion had never dared voice a complaint or hope for more. Back then…not so very long, really…he’d taken what he could get.
He still wondered, occasionally, if Deyllgo would lose interest in him someday. If another ‘small human’ would come along who appealed to the dragon’s protective instincts more. He knew that wasn’t the case, but fears were hard to shut off after so many years of having nothing but fears.
Morning sunlight glinted on the iridescent scales on Deyllgo’s arms, and Cion pet them idly, always surprised by the…not quite soft feel of them. Warm and slick, and he had long ago ceased to find the feel of scales beneath his fingers strange. He’d begun to crave it, really.
Deyllgo was…Deyllgo, and infinitely appealing for that. Awkward and snarly, protective and temperamental…but Cion would want him no other way. His dragon took his breath away. After a lover for whom he was never good enough, a master for whom he wasn’t good enough, a society for which he was too poor to ever be worth anything…
All Deyllgo ever wanted was to see him smile, not to get hurt…and sex in all manner of locations, incidents which still made his face heat. Dragons had no concept of modesty or discretion. Cion still could not think of several incidents while they’d been mapping the Dragon Isles without flushing hotly in mortification. In addition to modesty and discretion, dragons frequently had no use for the concept of privacy.
A low rumbling growl, suspiciously similar to the purr of a cat, blew warm breaths across the back of Cion’s neck, making him shiver. The arm around his waist tightened the tiniest bit, and Deyllgo shifted slightly. His hair, having won against the restraints imposed upon it before bed, spilled down over Cion, slippery-soft against his skin, one more delicious contrast in a wash of sensations.
Deyllgo shifted again, and this time there was awareness in the movement, in the way long claws lightly grazed his stomach. The dragon rumbled in his ear, voice still thick and rough with sleep. “Cion…”
“Mmm, good morning, Dey,” Cion said, wanting to turn around but also quite content the way he was, back pressed against the long, wide body, a firming heat against his backside that said Deyllgo was waking up with very particular intentions. Cion approved and pressed himself more firmly against Deyllgo, loving the way the dragon’s sleepy rumbles became deep growls that sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock.
Abruptly he was turned long enough to be given a searing kiss that left his lips sore and tingling. He licked the taste of Deyllgo off them even as the dragon turned him again, and Cion breathed in the scent of them that clung to the sheets, the pillows.
Claw-tipped hands explored him, tracing every muscle, every fine bone of his body, knowing where to press, where to lightly scratch, precisely how to tease and draw out the moans and gasps and pleas that Deyllgo loved. His dragon was quite fond of the noises he could get Cion to make.
A long tongue, too talented and wicked for Cion’s peace of mind, bathed the line of his spine, lapped at random patches of skin that drew out more needy cries, made Cion beg. Teeth bit lightly at the firm flesh of one ass cheek, and then that evil tongue was at Cion’s entrance. Cion hissed, bucked, pressing back for more even as he struggled to get away from the dizzying sensation. No matter how many times he did it, Deyllgo still drove him crazy with it.
The torture continued until Cion could barely remember his own name, unable to do more than call out Deyllgo’s and beg for release, his own cock hard, aching, dripping on the sheets. His knuckles were white where he gripped those same sheets and he knew, just knew, that Deyllgo was wearing a smug, satisfied expression and somehow that didn’t help, just heightened everything and made him want his lover more because Deyllgo was smug and satisfied over him when he had no reason to be.
Just when he didn’t think he could take anymore, the tongue was gone and Cion felt the large, blunt heat of his lover pressing at his entrance – slowly, carefully, because Deyllgo for all his size was incredibly gentle and he would rather kill himself than hurt his ‘small human’ for any reason.
Cion hissed at the initial burn, panting heavily, groaning as Deyllgo slid in bit by torturous bit, saying the dragon’s name on a long moan when he finally slid all the way in. He was covered by Deyllgo’s heat, feeling the scales against his sweat-slick back, the way they were smooth and rough all at once. Then soft kisses were pressed to his spine, his shoulder, the back of his neck, Deyllgo saying his name on a low, possessive and hungry growl before he finally, finally, began to move – slowly at first, agonizing but in such a good way, then picking up the pace, growls growing from low rumbles to fierce and loud, vibrating in the dragon’s chest enough that Cion felt them more than he heard them. Deyllgo’s long hair spilled around them, a soft blue-black curtain that stuck to his sweaty skin, spilled over his shoulders to tease his neck and cheeks.
He met every thrust, gasping Deyllgo’s name whenever he could manage, begging with all manner of shameless, hungry noises when he couldn’t, shouting and thrusting back wildly when a hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him with firm, knowing motions until Cion couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel and shout Deyllgo’s name as he came hard, only distantly hearing the satisfied roar as his dragon followed him, heat spilling as Deyllgo’s cock pulsed inside him.
They collapsed on the bed in a sticky, sweaty pile, and Cion dizzily struggled to catch his breath, regain his senses – but just as he thought he was beginning to manage it, he was moved, shifted, until he realized he was lying atop Deyllgo. Arms wrapped possessively around his waist, and Deyllgo nuzzled him, rumbling quietly. “Good morning, Cion.”
Cion dropped a kiss on Deyllgo’s mouth, not protesting in the slightest when the dragon dragged it out a little longer, slow and sweet and lazy. “A very good morning, Deyllgo,” he said, then settled down to doze on his dragon a bit before calling for breakfast.
And another little bit, because the idea of Cion dealing with dragons who have no concept of privacy or modesty or whatall would not leave me alone. Poor, poor Cion
Dragons
Cion thought for a moment that he heard voices, but the thought skittered away as Deyllgo thrust hard in a way that left him gasping, begging for more on a low moan. His nails dug into the dragon’s shoulders, grip made uncertain by the way the long fall of Deyllgo’s hair insisted on tangling in his fingers.
They rocked together, Cion arching up to meet every hard, sure thrust, loving the heat, the burn, wondering how he’d managed to live without this. His few lovers had not been unskilled, by they all paled beside the fierce, possessive passion of his dragon.
“Deyllgo!” He gasped out, head tilting back, whimpering as a hot mouth fastened on his throat, teeth and tongue and lips branding him.
Hazily he thought he heard voices, and recalled he’d thought the same a moment ago, but it was hard to focus on anything but the driving rhythm of his lover, who had grown fed up with the map work and pounced Cion quite decisively.
“See? Deyllgo has a human.”
“It’s very small, are you certain it’s a human? Deyllgo does not like humans, except to eat.”
“Lord Aeynanyi’s brother said it was so.”
Cion tried to turn to look, unable to believe he was actually hearing voices now – but a last hard thrust combined with the hand on his cock, and he could do nothing but scream his release, and shudder in the aftermath with Deyllgo lying atop him, slowly softening inside him.
After a moment the dragon grunted and slowly withdrew, curling up against Cion’s side and clinging with his usual tenacity.
Finally able to think again – more or less – Cion turned his head to where he’d thought he’d heard voices.
To see two dragons, one dark green, one orange, watching them avidly from the rocks that lined the beach between the grass and sand. He squeaked, face burning with mortification. “Deyllgo!”
The dragon rumbled sleepily, fully intent on a nap now that he’d had his way. “Yes, Cion?”
“Th-they’re watching us!”
Grumbling, Deyllgo sat up the slightest bit to stare with disinterest at the two dragons. “So?”
“Deyllgo, your human is very small,” the green dragon said, sounding faintly puzzled.
“Yes,” Deyllgo answered, growling a bit. “He is strong though, and I protect him.”
“It’s a very pretty small human,” the orange dragon said.
Deyllgo rumbled in pleasure. “Yes.”
Cion was torn between mortification, annoyance, and affectionate exasperation.
The dragons drew a little bit closer, curiosity plain on their faces, and as though it was perfectly natural to hold a conversation. It didn’t help Deyllgo seemed just as unfazed. “Deyllgo is quite strong and talented,” the green dragon complimented. “Your small human looks most satisfied.”
Cion choked.
“Yes, Deyllgo takes very good care of his human,” the orange dragon said. “But of course Deyllgo would, he is big and strong.”
Deyllgo gave a rumbling snort that said they were stating the obvious. “I take very good care of my small human.”
Cion buried his face against Deyllgo’s chest, wishing very much the tide would come in and take him far away. “Dey…”
Finally sensing his discomfiture, Deyllgo pet him soothingly and gave the other dragons a low, easy growl. “You are upsetting him. Go away.”
“Can we come back later?” the dark green dragon asked eagerly.
Deyllgo sighed. “Yes. Later.” He settled back down and nuzzled Cion’s hair. “They are gone.”
“Do dragons – are they always – why were they watching us?”
A low, confused growl. “They were curious.”
Cion sighed and gave up.
I would say I'm going to hell, but that fact was so long ago established it hardly needs to be pointed out.
Written for
nikerymksherea, because she said Deyllgo and Cion needed smut and after writing Sable/Chris I was in the mood to make another attempt. Plus, really owed lots to Nikery and Tygs for cheering me up <3So, Happy Easter. Have some dragon pr0n.
Cion yawned as he woke up, unsurprised to see all the blankets in a heap on the floor. A cool breeze came through the window, the contrast to the heat cuddled up to him fine, making him shiver slightly.
He blinked, waking slowly, in no hurry to move from his cozy spot – and he had nothing of pressing importance to do today. The last of his early Dragon Isle maps had been submitted, a year and a half of preliminary work satisfactorily completed. Until the Regent gave his approval, there was nothing much for him to do.
So he may as well lie here and enjoy himself. Deyllgo was curled around him, clinging with the tenacity of an angry jellyfish – minus the anger of course – and Cion knew from experience that attempting to get free before Deyllgo permitted was useless.
Not that he wanted to get free. Definitely not. Briw had never wanted to cuddle or even linger, often wandering away afterwards to get a drink or whatnot. It had always stung, but Cion had never dared voice a complaint or hope for more. Back then…not so very long, really…he’d taken what he could get.
He still wondered, occasionally, if Deyllgo would lose interest in him someday. If another ‘small human’ would come along who appealed to the dragon’s protective instincts more. He knew that wasn’t the case, but fears were hard to shut off after so many years of having nothing but fears.
Morning sunlight glinted on the iridescent scales on Deyllgo’s arms, and Cion pet them idly, always surprised by the…not quite soft feel of them. Warm and slick, and he had long ago ceased to find the feel of scales beneath his fingers strange. He’d begun to crave it, really.
Deyllgo was…Deyllgo, and infinitely appealing for that. Awkward and snarly, protective and temperamental…but Cion would want him no other way. His dragon took his breath away. After a lover for whom he was never good enough, a master for whom he wasn’t good enough, a society for which he was too poor to ever be worth anything…
All Deyllgo ever wanted was to see him smile, not to get hurt…and sex in all manner of locations, incidents which still made his face heat. Dragons had no concept of modesty or discretion. Cion still could not think of several incidents while they’d been mapping the Dragon Isles without flushing hotly in mortification. In addition to modesty and discretion, dragons frequently had no use for the concept of privacy.
A low rumbling growl, suspiciously similar to the purr of a cat, blew warm breaths across the back of Cion’s neck, making him shiver. The arm around his waist tightened the tiniest bit, and Deyllgo shifted slightly. His hair, having won against the restraints imposed upon it before bed, spilled down over Cion, slippery-soft against his skin, one more delicious contrast in a wash of sensations.
Deyllgo shifted again, and this time there was awareness in the movement, in the way long claws lightly grazed his stomach. The dragon rumbled in his ear, voice still thick and rough with sleep. “Cion…”
“Mmm, good morning, Dey,” Cion said, wanting to turn around but also quite content the way he was, back pressed against the long, wide body, a firming heat against his backside that said Deyllgo was waking up with very particular intentions. Cion approved and pressed himself more firmly against Deyllgo, loving the way the dragon’s sleepy rumbles became deep growls that sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock.
Abruptly he was turned long enough to be given a searing kiss that left his lips sore and tingling. He licked the taste of Deyllgo off them even as the dragon turned him again, and Cion breathed in the scent of them that clung to the sheets, the pillows.
Claw-tipped hands explored him, tracing every muscle, every fine bone of his body, knowing where to press, where to lightly scratch, precisely how to tease and draw out the moans and gasps and pleas that Deyllgo loved. His dragon was quite fond of the noises he could get Cion to make.
A long tongue, too talented and wicked for Cion’s peace of mind, bathed the line of his spine, lapped at random patches of skin that drew out more needy cries, made Cion beg. Teeth bit lightly at the firm flesh of one ass cheek, and then that evil tongue was at Cion’s entrance. Cion hissed, bucked, pressing back for more even as he struggled to get away from the dizzying sensation. No matter how many times he did it, Deyllgo still drove him crazy with it.
The torture continued until Cion could barely remember his own name, unable to do more than call out Deyllgo’s and beg for release, his own cock hard, aching, dripping on the sheets. His knuckles were white where he gripped those same sheets and he knew, just knew, that Deyllgo was wearing a smug, satisfied expression and somehow that didn’t help, just heightened everything and made him want his lover more because Deyllgo was smug and satisfied over him when he had no reason to be.
Just when he didn’t think he could take anymore, the tongue was gone and Cion felt the large, blunt heat of his lover pressing at his entrance – slowly, carefully, because Deyllgo for all his size was incredibly gentle and he would rather kill himself than hurt his ‘small human’ for any reason.
Cion hissed at the initial burn, panting heavily, groaning as Deyllgo slid in bit by torturous bit, saying the dragon’s name on a long moan when he finally slid all the way in. He was covered by Deyllgo’s heat, feeling the scales against his sweat-slick back, the way they were smooth and rough all at once. Then soft kisses were pressed to his spine, his shoulder, the back of his neck, Deyllgo saying his name on a low, possessive and hungry growl before he finally, finally, began to move – slowly at first, agonizing but in such a good way, then picking up the pace, growls growing from low rumbles to fierce and loud, vibrating in the dragon’s chest enough that Cion felt them more than he heard them. Deyllgo’s long hair spilled around them, a soft blue-black curtain that stuck to his sweaty skin, spilled over his shoulders to tease his neck and cheeks.
He met every thrust, gasping Deyllgo’s name whenever he could manage, begging with all manner of shameless, hungry noises when he couldn’t, shouting and thrusting back wildly when a hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him with firm, knowing motions until Cion couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel and shout Deyllgo’s name as he came hard, only distantly hearing the satisfied roar as his dragon followed him, heat spilling as Deyllgo’s cock pulsed inside him.
They collapsed on the bed in a sticky, sweaty pile, and Cion dizzily struggled to catch his breath, regain his senses – but just as he thought he was beginning to manage it, he was moved, shifted, until he realized he was lying atop Deyllgo. Arms wrapped possessively around his waist, and Deyllgo nuzzled him, rumbling quietly. “Good morning, Cion.”
Cion dropped a kiss on Deyllgo’s mouth, not protesting in the slightest when the dragon dragged it out a little longer, slow and sweet and lazy. “A very good morning, Deyllgo,” he said, then settled down to doze on his dragon a bit before calling for breakfast.
And another little bit, because the idea of Cion dealing with dragons who have no concept of privacy or modesty or whatall would not leave me alone. Poor, poor Cion
Dragons
Cion thought for a moment that he heard voices, but the thought skittered away as Deyllgo thrust hard in a way that left him gasping, begging for more on a low moan. His nails dug into the dragon’s shoulders, grip made uncertain by the way the long fall of Deyllgo’s hair insisted on tangling in his fingers.
They rocked together, Cion arching up to meet every hard, sure thrust, loving the heat, the burn, wondering how he’d managed to live without this. His few lovers had not been unskilled, by they all paled beside the fierce, possessive passion of his dragon.
“Deyllgo!” He gasped out, head tilting back, whimpering as a hot mouth fastened on his throat, teeth and tongue and lips branding him.
Hazily he thought he heard voices, and recalled he’d thought the same a moment ago, but it was hard to focus on anything but the driving rhythm of his lover, who had grown fed up with the map work and pounced Cion quite decisively.
“See? Deyllgo has a human.”
“It’s very small, are you certain it’s a human? Deyllgo does not like humans, except to eat.”
“Lord Aeynanyi’s brother said it was so.”
Cion tried to turn to look, unable to believe he was actually hearing voices now – but a last hard thrust combined with the hand on his cock, and he could do nothing but scream his release, and shudder in the aftermath with Deyllgo lying atop him, slowly softening inside him.
After a moment the dragon grunted and slowly withdrew, curling up against Cion’s side and clinging with his usual tenacity.
Finally able to think again – more or less – Cion turned his head to where he’d thought he’d heard voices.
To see two dragons, one dark green, one orange, watching them avidly from the rocks that lined the beach between the grass and sand. He squeaked, face burning with mortification. “Deyllgo!”
The dragon rumbled sleepily, fully intent on a nap now that he’d had his way. “Yes, Cion?”
“Th-they’re watching us!”
Grumbling, Deyllgo sat up the slightest bit to stare with disinterest at the two dragons. “So?”
“Deyllgo, your human is very small,” the green dragon said, sounding faintly puzzled.
“Yes,” Deyllgo answered, growling a bit. “He is strong though, and I protect him.”
“It’s a very pretty small human,” the orange dragon said.
Deyllgo rumbled in pleasure. “Yes.”
Cion was torn between mortification, annoyance, and affectionate exasperation.
The dragons drew a little bit closer, curiosity plain on their faces, and as though it was perfectly natural to hold a conversation. It didn’t help Deyllgo seemed just as unfazed. “Deyllgo is quite strong and talented,” the green dragon complimented. “Your small human looks most satisfied.”
Cion choked.
“Yes, Deyllgo takes very good care of his human,” the orange dragon said. “But of course Deyllgo would, he is big and strong.”
Deyllgo gave a rumbling snort that said they were stating the obvious. “I take very good care of my small human.”
Cion buried his face against Deyllgo’s chest, wishing very much the tide would come in and take him far away. “Dey…”
Finally sensing his discomfiture, Deyllgo pet him soothingly and gave the other dragons a low, easy growl. “You are upsetting him. Go away.”
“Can we come back later?” the dark green dragon asked eagerly.
Deyllgo sighed. “Yes. Later.” He settled back down and nuzzled Cion’s hair. “They are gone.”
“Do dragons – are they always – why were they watching us?”
A low, confused growl. “They were curious.”
Cion sighed and gave up.
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Date: 2007-04-08 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 01:53 pm (UTC)Hey, what better way to celebrate a spring holiday than with fornication?
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Date: 2007-04-08 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 02:25 pm (UTC)*snorts coffee*
Jesus was totally pwned *facepalm* Even I've never been that much of a smartass.
I do love you.
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Date: 2007-04-08 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 03:39 pm (UTC)And Cion and Deyllgo's 'good' morning made mine a really great morning indeed. Cheers for unholy man sex!
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Date: 2007-04-09 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 02:36 pm (UTC)Hahaha, as always Cion and Deyllgo are love. Today they are hot-and-sweaty-GREAT-morning love.
Happy Easter, indeed X3
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Date: 2007-04-08 03:07 pm (UTC)*is dead from the HAWT*
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Date: 2007-04-08 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 06:19 pm (UTC)Um...would you mind terribly if I posted a link to this on
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Date: 2007-04-08 06:33 pm (UTC)^__^ Link away! I'm so bad about remembering that sort of thing.
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Date: 2007-04-08 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 06:50 pm (UTC)mmmmwah!
Date: 2007-04-08 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 08:40 pm (UTC)...And that was me babbling. Too much chocolate. Any, I liked the things you posted, feel terribly sorry for Cion, and now I must go.
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Date: 2007-04-08 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-09 12:41 am (UTC)::loves again for the smut::
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Date: 2007-04-09 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-09 02:39 am (UTC)Ouch, is that insecurity I sense from Cion? *pets* Aww, Dey would never abandon you, no matter how much smaller or more undefended another human may be.
Did I mention how incredibly guilty I feel, munching on some bright-yellow, baby chickie Peeps as I read this Easter p0rn? XD
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Date: 2007-04-09 03:09 am (UTC)Other than that, one word : HOT!
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Date: 2007-04-09 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-09 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-09 10:06 pm (UTC)my.
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Date: 2007-04-10 02:24 am (UTC)The dragons are so superior and so not understanding of concepts not theirs. Poor Cion, but then again he is much loved.
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Date: 2007-04-11 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-11 08:10 pm (UTC)You guys are on some kind of mission to make my brains liquify into happy goo, aren't you. ^_^ Gyah!! I LOVE these two, and I'm glad Nikery talked you into writing smut for them. They are so, so hot. Seriously. *________* The rimming in the first part? *dies happily* So, so good. *_____________*!!!
hot!
Date: 2007-04-13 12:54 am (UTC)thanks for the Easter pr0n. greatly made my Easter better. *^_______________________________________^*
p.s.
is it okay to add you to my friends-list? i like your stories and would like to read more and keep track of them. thanks~! ^_^
Re: hot!
Date: 2007-04-13 01:07 am (UTC)^______^ I am glad the eastern pr0n pleased. 'twas fun to do.
by all means ^____^ no need to ask <3
Re: hot!
Date: 2007-04-13 01:41 am (UTC)Re: hot!
Date: 2007-04-13 01:52 am (UTC)But stalking is so fashionable!
Re: hot!
Date: 2007-04-13 02:13 am (UTC)