the devil and halloween
Oct. 31st, 2007 06:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrBecause I could not do Halloween without doing a certain couple.
Sable frowned in discontent.
Everything was nearly perfect, the tolling of the bells as they announced the tenth hour a crowning touch.
Candles and paper lanterns, hundreds of paranormals packed together – some in costume, some perfectly themselves, and if any normals had slipped into the crowd they either saw what they wanted or would be paranormal before the night was out.
It was a perfect night – he'd even cleared enough of the sky to let the moon shine down through the skylight. His Halloween Masque was so very close to perfect.
The only thing lacking was his consort, but Christian loathed parties and Sable only pushed when it came to his birthday. Still, it was disappointing. He snagged a flute of champagne from a passing tray and skimmed the crowd again.
Perhaps the most amusing – and endearing – sight was Doug and Zach out on the balcony, speaking with a handful of other vampires. This being a Halloween masque, Doug had no need to shift into his human form.
Sable shifted his attention elsewhere, nodding and smiling absently at those who met his eyes. He loved parties, and was most pleased with this one…but he wished Christian had come.
He sipped his champagne and idly pondered what to do with the remainder of the night. The masque had only been in full swing perhaps an hour and it would go on until the gray of morning finally forced a retreat. He would slip out long before that, hopefully to find his consort relaxing in their bedroom.
With a sigh he set his empty flute down on another passing tray – and stilled as he felt a familiar presence. It couldn't be…something must be wrong, if Christian had come downstairs…
He frowned as he turned and turned, sensing but not seeing his lover.
In fact, it was rather startling how strongly he could feel Christian. His consort was not banking his power in the slightest. He could not make it more obvious he belonged to a demon lord if he tried. Yet Sable couldn't find him – Christian was purposely avoiding being spotted. Sable frowned, confused.
He turned and turned, seeing only people, paranormals, candles and the orchestra but never the one he—
Sable stopped, eyes widening, and for only the third time in his long life he found it hard to breathe.
For his own costume he had chosen to go with the period of dress that had always amused him the most – breeches and waistcoat, cravat and knee high boots polished to a mirror shine. Black from head to toe, the lace at his neck and throat threaded with palest silver.
Across the ballroom floor, waiting, Christian was his perfect match and exact opposite – the same outfit but white, the lace threaded with finest gold. More gold, and the tiniest of diamonds, glittered on the half mask he wore.
Sable crossed the dance floor, barely noticing the way people moved swiftly from his path, immediately reaching out to touch – the soft skin of one fine cheek where it wasn't covered by the mask, smoothing over the velvet jacket, combing gently through the bright hair. "Christian," he breathed, barely able to contain himself. "You look ravishing."
Christian snorted. "No one says ravishing. They haven't used that word in a few hundred years, Sable." His blue eyes were bright with pleasure all the same, and he did not put up his usual fuss when Sable bent to nibble at his jaw and kiss him lightly.
Even if his lover had protested, Sable wasn't certain he could stop. So beautiful. Enthralling the way the elaborate clothes hid nearly every bit of his lover from him, yet hinted at so much. Even the hands were covered in satin gloves, sliding smoothly across the leather covering his own hands.
"You are intoxicating, beloved," he murmured, lapping at Christian's lips, needing to taste and touch this beauty who was his forever.
Christian's tone was typically sharp as he replied, but there was an unmistakable huskiness underscoring it. "Sable, after all the trouble I went to I had better stay dressed more than—"
Sable chuckled and cut him off with a brief kiss, then backed far enough away to tug his lover out onto the dance floor. "Would you like anything to drink?" he asked softly, even as he pulled Christian into his arms.
"No," was the equally soft reply, nearly lost as the first strains of music filled the air, brilliant blue eyes locked with his as they began to move.
They moved easily, perfectly. For all that Christian had once claimed ignorance when it came to dancing he had proven to be a natural. Sable could dance with him forever. "You look magnificent, Christian, truly." They parted briefly for a step, and only the fact he enjoyed dancing too much kept him from stopping to kiss his consort senseless. "I didn't think you were coming."
Christian flashed a smile that was no small part smug. "If you had known, it would not have been a surprise."
"Mmm," Sable said, closing a bit of space between them. "A finer surprise I've rarely had."
Chris glared. "Rarely?"
Sable grinned and stole a quick kiss before they were again parted briefly. He chuckled as they came together. "Realizing I was truly free, for one. I did not believe it until it happened, and was quite surprised my escape worked." He stole another soft kiss. "Seeing my beloved standing before me, rain-soaked and lovely, as though my wistful thoughts had summoned him, for two."
"Hmph," Chris said in reply, but a soft smile briefly stole across his mouth.
He smiled in return, then fell silent, content simply to dance with his consort. It felt to him the most intimate of acts, calling to mind silver fire and a promise of eternity. The rest of the masque, the rest of the world, faded entirely away. Nothing existed but the man in his arms, the sway and glide and turn of their dance.
One dance blended into another, until he lost count, and the distant sound of the music was entirely superfluous. They needed only each other to dance.
Absently he kept note of the swirling energies around him, but they were all flat and dull, unable to compete with the overwhelming silver that was his, infused in his consort, overlaying the rich black and vibrant gold that were Christian's combination alone.
"Beloved…"
Christian accepted his kiss without protest, hands moving to lightly grasp his shoulders as they slowed to a stop. "Sable."
As the last strains of music faded away, Sable moved them off the dance floor and out of the ballroom altogether, into a small hallway. Usually every last increment of the Tantalus was busy, but tonight everyone was either in the ballroom or out on the streets.
That left him alone with his devastatingly beautiful consort, and Sable took full advantage, pressing Christian against the wall and tearing their masks away before taking a kiss deeper and more thorough than those he had stolen in the ballroom.
Christian moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders, but the slick satin of his gloves against the smooth velvet of Sable's jacket did not allow for a firm grip. "Sable."
The raw need as Christian said his name sparked his blood, and Sable kissed him again, bracing his hands on the wall, caging his lover completely, drawing out sound after sound until Christian could do nothing but shiver and stutter his name.
Yes.
Sable thrust a leg between Christian's thighs, pressing against his heat, gaining another choked moan, satin-covered fingers gripping his hair, pulling not quite hard enough to hurt. He broke the kiss but lingered a moment more on Christian's mouth, nibbling at the full, wet lips, then finally moved to explore elsewhere – a finely-sculpted cheekbone, the line of his jaw, nipping one earlobe, close to the diamond that had long ago been his first gift to Christian.
Christian who was utterly pliant in his arms, moving and shifting, offering up all that Sable could want or ask for. "Mmm, you are almost sweet tonight, beloved."
"Shut up, demon," Christian retorted, then ensured Sable's silence by kissing him again.
Sable was more than willing to be silenced in such a manner, since usually Christian preferred to smack him. Oh, he did like it when his consort was in the mood to spoil him.
His magic flared as he moved them from the hallway to their bedroom. In every way it was theirs and theirs alone – no one else was allowed here; until Christian it had been only he. Sable finally broke the kiss to step back just far enough to admire his consort again, loving all the white and silver against his skin and hair, the way it teased and hinted at the body beneath.
That Christian had worn it just for him.
He yanked his consort back into his arms, sinking one hand into Christian's hair, kissing him until he knew those fine lips were bruised and swollen, and Christian was incapable of forming thoughts.
"Sable…"
Oh, yes. When Christian said his name that way, he was definitely going to get his way – without a fight.
Making a sound remarkably close to a growl, Sable began to work on the myriad fastenings of Christian's clothes. It would be easy enough to tear everything away and lay the fine body bare, but he liked the slow stripping, seeing what he wanted a portion at a time, teasing every bit of skin as it was revealed, relishing the shivers and needy jerks of Christian's body.
He put his mouth to Christian's throat, lapping at the point where the pulse beat, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark, chuckling at the soft swearing it elicited.
"You look divine, beautiful," he murmured, stripping away the shirt to at last reveal Christian's chest and arms, the golden skin warm and smooth, moving beneath his knowing touch.
"Idiot," Chris retorted, but the words were spoken fondly.
Hands sank into his hair and Sable realized Christian was still wearing his satin gloves. Well, that wouldn't do, though they were not unpleasant in the least. He lifted one hand and undid the buttons, then put his teeth to the first finger, tugging gently. When it was loose, he moved to the next, slowly working his way to each of Christian's fingers before finally stripping the glove away. He bit lightly at the flesh between thumb and first finger, then pressed a soft kiss to the palm before releasing that hand and capturing the next to repeat the process.
By the time he'd finished, Christian was flushed and breathing heavily, eyes jewel-bright. He smoothed his own hands, still encased in supple leather, over the skin bared to him, finally ending at the still fastened pants.
"Christian…" he breathed the name against his consort's lips, then closed the space between them to kiss him long and slow as he worked at the fastenings of the form-fitting breeches, finally shoving a hand inside. The groan that poured into his mouth was sweet, as fine as the way Christian's hips jerked, begging for more.
He slipped his free hand down the back of the breeches, caressing and squeezing, until Christian was writhing in his arms, reduced to incoherency.
Oh, yes. That was a beautiful sight.
Finer still was the way Christian looked as he came, shuddering hard, eyes going distant and hazy, the mixed energies flaring bright as heat spilled over Sable's gloved hand.
"Mmm, you are perfection, beloved."
Christian made a noise that ordinarily would have been a scathing retort, but came out only a weak, garbled protest. Sable smiled faintly and lifted his hand to stroke Christian's lips, painting them with his release.
A soft moan and Christian licked his lips, then tugged Sable close enough to kiss deeply.
Sable growled into it, moving until Christian was pressed down upon their bed, skin all but glowing against the blue coverlet that was only a few shades darker than his eyes. He made short work of their remaining clothes, moving to cover that beautiful body with his own, taking another hungry kiss.
Hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting a bit, Christian's legs spreading wide to make a place for him between them. He wasted no time pushing one finger inside, hissing to discover Christian had prepared for this night in every way.
Ravenously he attacked Christian's mouth, breaking away only to line himself up and push into the tight heat of his lover's body, growling deep in satisfaction once he was fully seated. Bracing his hands on the bed, digging his fingers into the coverlet, he again took Christian's mouth as he began to move, pulling out and slamming back in, thrusting hard over and over, drawing out gasps and cries and curses every single time.
Nothing existed but the man beneath him, the energies around them, and it was only vaguely that he heard the rumbling thunder that announced the return of the storm clouds attracted by his presence, his power.
He did not bother to muffle his shout as he came, rivaling the crashing thunder, spilling inside his lover, Christian's joining him, echoing him, making the night complete.
With a low groan he pulled out, and moved them so they lay properly on the bed, lying against the pillows and pulling Christian to lie mostly on top of him. "Thank you, beloved," he said, kissing Christian softly. "Truly, you take my breath away."
"You're welcome," Christian said, trying to sound his usual sharp self, but the underlying affection ruining the tone completely.
Sable kissed him again and then settled down to simply laze about with his lover, listening to the rain patter against the glass, the rumbling thunder, watching the occasional flicker of lightning.
The Devil and Halloween
Sable frowned in discontent.
Everything was nearly perfect, the tolling of the bells as they announced the tenth hour a crowning touch.
Candles and paper lanterns, hundreds of paranormals packed together – some in costume, some perfectly themselves, and if any normals had slipped into the crowd they either saw what they wanted or would be paranormal before the night was out.
It was a perfect night – he'd even cleared enough of the sky to let the moon shine down through the skylight. His Halloween Masque was so very close to perfect.
The only thing lacking was his consort, but Christian loathed parties and Sable only pushed when it came to his birthday. Still, it was disappointing. He snagged a flute of champagne from a passing tray and skimmed the crowd again.
Perhaps the most amusing – and endearing – sight was Doug and Zach out on the balcony, speaking with a handful of other vampires. This being a Halloween masque, Doug had no need to shift into his human form.
Sable shifted his attention elsewhere, nodding and smiling absently at those who met his eyes. He loved parties, and was most pleased with this one…but he wished Christian had come.
He sipped his champagne and idly pondered what to do with the remainder of the night. The masque had only been in full swing perhaps an hour and it would go on until the gray of morning finally forced a retreat. He would slip out long before that, hopefully to find his consort relaxing in their bedroom.
With a sigh he set his empty flute down on another passing tray – and stilled as he felt a familiar presence. It couldn't be…something must be wrong, if Christian had come downstairs…
He frowned as he turned and turned, sensing but not seeing his lover.
In fact, it was rather startling how strongly he could feel Christian. His consort was not banking his power in the slightest. He could not make it more obvious he belonged to a demon lord if he tried. Yet Sable couldn't find him – Christian was purposely avoiding being spotted. Sable frowned, confused.
He turned and turned, seeing only people, paranormals, candles and the orchestra but never the one he—
Sable stopped, eyes widening, and for only the third time in his long life he found it hard to breathe.
For his own costume he had chosen to go with the period of dress that had always amused him the most – breeches and waistcoat, cravat and knee high boots polished to a mirror shine. Black from head to toe, the lace at his neck and throat threaded with palest silver.
Across the ballroom floor, waiting, Christian was his perfect match and exact opposite – the same outfit but white, the lace threaded with finest gold. More gold, and the tiniest of diamonds, glittered on the half mask he wore.
Sable crossed the dance floor, barely noticing the way people moved swiftly from his path, immediately reaching out to touch – the soft skin of one fine cheek where it wasn't covered by the mask, smoothing over the velvet jacket, combing gently through the bright hair. "Christian," he breathed, barely able to contain himself. "You look ravishing."
Christian snorted. "No one says ravishing. They haven't used that word in a few hundred years, Sable." His blue eyes were bright with pleasure all the same, and he did not put up his usual fuss when Sable bent to nibble at his jaw and kiss him lightly.
Even if his lover had protested, Sable wasn't certain he could stop. So beautiful. Enthralling the way the elaborate clothes hid nearly every bit of his lover from him, yet hinted at so much. Even the hands were covered in satin gloves, sliding smoothly across the leather covering his own hands.
"You are intoxicating, beloved," he murmured, lapping at Christian's lips, needing to taste and touch this beauty who was his forever.
Christian's tone was typically sharp as he replied, but there was an unmistakable huskiness underscoring it. "Sable, after all the trouble I went to I had better stay dressed more than—"
Sable chuckled and cut him off with a brief kiss, then backed far enough away to tug his lover out onto the dance floor. "Would you like anything to drink?" he asked softly, even as he pulled Christian into his arms.
"No," was the equally soft reply, nearly lost as the first strains of music filled the air, brilliant blue eyes locked with his as they began to move.
They moved easily, perfectly. For all that Christian had once claimed ignorance when it came to dancing he had proven to be a natural. Sable could dance with him forever. "You look magnificent, Christian, truly." They parted briefly for a step, and only the fact he enjoyed dancing too much kept him from stopping to kiss his consort senseless. "I didn't think you were coming."
Christian flashed a smile that was no small part smug. "If you had known, it would not have been a surprise."
"Mmm," Sable said, closing a bit of space between them. "A finer surprise I've rarely had."
Chris glared. "Rarely?"
Sable grinned and stole a quick kiss before they were again parted briefly. He chuckled as they came together. "Realizing I was truly free, for one. I did not believe it until it happened, and was quite surprised my escape worked." He stole another soft kiss. "Seeing my beloved standing before me, rain-soaked and lovely, as though my wistful thoughts had summoned him, for two."
"Hmph," Chris said in reply, but a soft smile briefly stole across his mouth.
He smiled in return, then fell silent, content simply to dance with his consort. It felt to him the most intimate of acts, calling to mind silver fire and a promise of eternity. The rest of the masque, the rest of the world, faded entirely away. Nothing existed but the man in his arms, the sway and glide and turn of their dance.
One dance blended into another, until he lost count, and the distant sound of the music was entirely superfluous. They needed only each other to dance.
Absently he kept note of the swirling energies around him, but they were all flat and dull, unable to compete with the overwhelming silver that was his, infused in his consort, overlaying the rich black and vibrant gold that were Christian's combination alone.
"Beloved…"
Christian accepted his kiss without protest, hands moving to lightly grasp his shoulders as they slowed to a stop. "Sable."
As the last strains of music faded away, Sable moved them off the dance floor and out of the ballroom altogether, into a small hallway. Usually every last increment of the Tantalus was busy, but tonight everyone was either in the ballroom or out on the streets.
That left him alone with his devastatingly beautiful consort, and Sable took full advantage, pressing Christian against the wall and tearing their masks away before taking a kiss deeper and more thorough than those he had stolen in the ballroom.
Christian moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders, but the slick satin of his gloves against the smooth velvet of Sable's jacket did not allow for a firm grip. "Sable."
The raw need as Christian said his name sparked his blood, and Sable kissed him again, bracing his hands on the wall, caging his lover completely, drawing out sound after sound until Christian could do nothing but shiver and stutter his name.
Yes.
Sable thrust a leg between Christian's thighs, pressing against his heat, gaining another choked moan, satin-covered fingers gripping his hair, pulling not quite hard enough to hurt. He broke the kiss but lingered a moment more on Christian's mouth, nibbling at the full, wet lips, then finally moved to explore elsewhere – a finely-sculpted cheekbone, the line of his jaw, nipping one earlobe, close to the diamond that had long ago been his first gift to Christian.
Christian who was utterly pliant in his arms, moving and shifting, offering up all that Sable could want or ask for. "Mmm, you are almost sweet tonight, beloved."
"Shut up, demon," Christian retorted, then ensured Sable's silence by kissing him again.
Sable was more than willing to be silenced in such a manner, since usually Christian preferred to smack him. Oh, he did like it when his consort was in the mood to spoil him.
His magic flared as he moved them from the hallway to their bedroom. In every way it was theirs and theirs alone – no one else was allowed here; until Christian it had been only he. Sable finally broke the kiss to step back just far enough to admire his consort again, loving all the white and silver against his skin and hair, the way it teased and hinted at the body beneath.
That Christian had worn it just for him.
He yanked his consort back into his arms, sinking one hand into Christian's hair, kissing him until he knew those fine lips were bruised and swollen, and Christian was incapable of forming thoughts.
"Sable…"
Oh, yes. When Christian said his name that way, he was definitely going to get his way – without a fight.
Making a sound remarkably close to a growl, Sable began to work on the myriad fastenings of Christian's clothes. It would be easy enough to tear everything away and lay the fine body bare, but he liked the slow stripping, seeing what he wanted a portion at a time, teasing every bit of skin as it was revealed, relishing the shivers and needy jerks of Christian's body.
He put his mouth to Christian's throat, lapping at the point where the pulse beat, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark, chuckling at the soft swearing it elicited.
"You look divine, beautiful," he murmured, stripping away the shirt to at last reveal Christian's chest and arms, the golden skin warm and smooth, moving beneath his knowing touch.
"Idiot," Chris retorted, but the words were spoken fondly.
Hands sank into his hair and Sable realized Christian was still wearing his satin gloves. Well, that wouldn't do, though they were not unpleasant in the least. He lifted one hand and undid the buttons, then put his teeth to the first finger, tugging gently. When it was loose, he moved to the next, slowly working his way to each of Christian's fingers before finally stripping the glove away. He bit lightly at the flesh between thumb and first finger, then pressed a soft kiss to the palm before releasing that hand and capturing the next to repeat the process.
By the time he'd finished, Christian was flushed and breathing heavily, eyes jewel-bright. He smoothed his own hands, still encased in supple leather, over the skin bared to him, finally ending at the still fastened pants.
"Christian…" he breathed the name against his consort's lips, then closed the space between them to kiss him long and slow as he worked at the fastenings of the form-fitting breeches, finally shoving a hand inside. The groan that poured into his mouth was sweet, as fine as the way Christian's hips jerked, begging for more.
He slipped his free hand down the back of the breeches, caressing and squeezing, until Christian was writhing in his arms, reduced to incoherency.
Oh, yes. That was a beautiful sight.
Finer still was the way Christian looked as he came, shuddering hard, eyes going distant and hazy, the mixed energies flaring bright as heat spilled over Sable's gloved hand.
"Mmm, you are perfection, beloved."
Christian made a noise that ordinarily would have been a scathing retort, but came out only a weak, garbled protest. Sable smiled faintly and lifted his hand to stroke Christian's lips, painting them with his release.
A soft moan and Christian licked his lips, then tugged Sable close enough to kiss deeply.
Sable growled into it, moving until Christian was pressed down upon their bed, skin all but glowing against the blue coverlet that was only a few shades darker than his eyes. He made short work of their remaining clothes, moving to cover that beautiful body with his own, taking another hungry kiss.
Hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting a bit, Christian's legs spreading wide to make a place for him between them. He wasted no time pushing one finger inside, hissing to discover Christian had prepared for this night in every way.
Ravenously he attacked Christian's mouth, breaking away only to line himself up and push into the tight heat of his lover's body, growling deep in satisfaction once he was fully seated. Bracing his hands on the bed, digging his fingers into the coverlet, he again took Christian's mouth as he began to move, pulling out and slamming back in, thrusting hard over and over, drawing out gasps and cries and curses every single time.
Nothing existed but the man beneath him, the energies around them, and it was only vaguely that he heard the rumbling thunder that announced the return of the storm clouds attracted by his presence, his power.
He did not bother to muffle his shout as he came, rivaling the crashing thunder, spilling inside his lover, Christian's joining him, echoing him, making the night complete.
With a low groan he pulled out, and moved them so they lay properly on the bed, lying against the pillows and pulling Christian to lie mostly on top of him. "Thank you, beloved," he said, kissing Christian softly. "Truly, you take my breath away."
"You're welcome," Christian said, trying to sound his usual sharp self, but the underlying affection ruining the tone completely.
Sable kissed him again and then settled down to simply laze about with his lover, listening to the rain patter against the glass, the rumbling thunder, watching the occasional flicker of lightning.
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Date: 2007-10-31 10:43 am (UTC)See this? The hotness of Chris and Sable has reduced me to exclamation marks. It's lovely, and a wonderful way to wake up on Halloween.
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Date: 2007-10-31 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-31 02:27 pm (UTC)This, by the way, made my day very, very, very nice. Thank you so much for spoiling us the way you do. What a wonderful treat!
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Date: 2007-10-31 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-31 11:34 pm (UTC)And I always love getting a glimpse of Doug and Zach. Especially Doug out of disguise. Whee! And them talking to vamps.^_^
I also loved Sable's thoughts about the normals either seeing what they want, or becoming paranormal, and being unconcerned.
Oh... this did bring up a question. I may even already have known this, and just be spacing it: will Christian live a long time? I don't think he is immortal, as far as unable to be killed, but when Sable says he can have him forever, does that mean forever? See, probably you explained all this, and that is part of the whole consort thing, because otherwise what would the demon do when their consort died, but I'm needing reassurance tonight, I suppose. Eh. Thanks for even reading this far, if you have. I stop with the blather now. ^___^
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-11-01 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-01 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-01 06:42 am (UTC)The world is a very nice place.
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Date: 2007-11-01 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-01 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-01 08:22 pm (UTC)*drool*
you reduced my mind to oblivion...
oh the sex...
oh the really flaming hot brain melting blood boiling sex on a computer screen...
if porn had plotlines like this, we'd all be blind according to the old adage... XD
I love Chris and Sable... they are pure hot RARRRRRR!
maybe if I read that two or three more times, I'll get coherent thoughts again... or maybe I'll never recover them. I don't care...
*drools*
you are a goddess, sweetie... a goddess...
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Date: 2007-11-02 09:43 pm (UTC)Sable and Chris are absolute love and shouldn't be allowed to exist because they disrupt my ability to think.
I especially have always liked how the endearments Sable bestows on Christian are so warm and full of love that it makes me melt a little bit more each time.
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Date: 2008-06-18 04:42 pm (UTC)Seriously, I wish *maybe as much as Sable* that Chris gave in to Sable's wishes like that more often. Although... Chris being childishly stubborn is damn cute too... Ugh... hard decision.