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rugbytackleFIC: Frankie 2 / 3
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/Frank Roberts
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WARNING: Language, adult concepts.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Sean knew it was another in a long line of bad moves lately, but he had to go back to the bar and get some answers.
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Sean’s head wouldn’t stop pounding. For once he was relieved that he had agreed to let a driver take him into the city for their meeting. A small groan escaped as he laid his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. He hated meetings with the studios where they either treated him as a commodity or scuttled around him like total sycophants. Today was the former and he just didn’t have the patience to put up with their bullshit. He put up with them ignoring his presence and talking around him rather than to him for most of the day… he hated losing his temper, but they pushed all his buttons today.
Sean rubbed his eyes before thanking the driver and stepping out of the car. As he watched the car pull out of the car park Sean’s hand absently fished around his pocket until he located the motel room key. He looked down at the key tag as he turned it over in his fingers. He sighed, pushed the key in the lock and walked into his room. The problem was, once in the room, he didn’t know what to do with himself.
He stood at the closed door and cast an unfocused look around the small room. Even though he was exhausted he knew he wouldn’t sleep. His gaze came to rest on the neatly made bed…it was a far cry from the rumpled mess he had left this morning. The bottom sheet had given up its hold on the mattress corners at about 3am and by dawn the top sheet resembled a rope of knots. Both evidence of Sean’s sleepless night. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. Fuck, his head hurt.
Eventually he dragged himself off the bed and headed into the bathroom hoping he had packed some strong painkillers. His fingers didn’t seem to want to work properly as he rummaged through an assortment of toiletries until they finally wrapped around a familiar bubble strip. Sean popped two pills into his palm and filled a glass with water. He downed them quickly, closed his eyes and gently massaged his temple with his uncooperative fingers. His hand fumbled behind him trying to locate the light switch so he could shut off the fluorescent light before he opened his eyes enough to make it back to the bed.
Sean stacked his pillows against the bed head to keep his head elevated and cautiously lowered himself on to the bed. He groaned inwardly at the fact he was still fully dressed and used his toes to lever off his shoes, eventually hearing two thuds as they hit the floor. Sean undid his belt and flicked open the top button of his trousers before deciding that was as close to undressed as he was going to manage. He relaxed back into the pillow and gradually felt the pain in his head begin to recede behind the swirling fog of the medication.
It was dark when Sean’s consciousness crawled out of the drug-induced sleep. He didn’t open his eyes immediately; instead he lay still trying to gauge the dull ache in his head. Thankfully that’s all it was now, even a slight headshake didn’t spark new pain. Sean opened his eyes wondering what had roused him. When another motorcycle roared past Sean not only knew what had woken him up, but also planted Frankie firmly back in his thoughts.
“Damn it!” Sean cursed, mentally willing himself not to go there. One sleepless night was enough when it was spent going over and over what had happened with Frankie. He still didn’t have an answer. Once he knew Frankie wasn’t going to beat him to a pulp, Sean had assumed the night would lead to a quick rough fuck, or at least a blowjob. But something changed when he touched Frankie… the look on his face, in his eyes, was different… Then there was the kiss. There was an intimacy he hadn’t expected; had never gotten that from another bloke in a pub! Sean closed his eyes again when he remember the heat in Frankie’s kiss.
Another couple of bikes thundered past his window briefly disturbing his train of thought, although he found himself wondering if one of those bikes was Frankie’s.
“Fucking Hell Bean!” he spat to the empty room, “Face it, the guy was a fucking psycho!” Had to be…he added with a lot less conviction.
Sean dragged himself off the side of the bed and into the bathroom, flinching slightly as he flicked on the light. He avoided the mirror as he shed his clothes and stepped into the shower. He stood allowing the rush of the water to pummel the back of his neck and shoulders, rolling them occasionally to ease stiff muscles. He sighed and tipped his head back so the hot water could hit his forehead before running in then out of his mouth and down his throat. It felt good. He concentrated on the water and how it eased his body, however, fleeting reminders of Frankie kept intruding on the process. Sean moaned as he felt himself begin to harden, but refused to let his hands explore his body with images of Frankie in his mind. He felt himself becoming frustrated and angry all over again.
“Fucking bastard!” He shouted as he slammed the side of his fist into the tiles and stalked out of the shower. Sean leaned forward against the sink, stared at his reflected image dripping on the bathroom floor as he growled, “Why the fuck is he still in my head?”
Sean stood still for several minutes trying to get his temper under control enough to reason this through. It was a losing battle. He slammed the bathroom door instantly regretting his actions as the dull ache in his head increased. This only served to heighten his anger. He quickly towelled himself dry and grabbed fresh clothes out of the wardrobe. He knew it was another in a long line of bad moves lately, but he had to go back to the bar and get some answers.
By the time Sean reached the bikes in the car park he had calmed down a bit and tried to come up with a game plan having decided it was not a good idea to slam Frankie against a wall in front of his biker friends. Actually, as much as Sean liked the idea, he knew it would not be wise to slam Frankie against anything, anywhere.
Sean pushed the door of the bar open prepared for the assault on his ears and walked straight over to order a drink. The barman gave him a wry grin and whispered in a conspiratorial manner, “Couldn’t stay away huh?” Sean ignored the implications of this comment, ordered a scotch and headed back to ‘his’ booth. He glared over at the pool table players trying to make out Frankie among the assembled bodies. He couldn’t see him. “Shit!” he cursed quietly not immediately noticing the small blond figure of Dottie as she slid into the booth opposite him.
“He’s around here somewhere,” she said brightly ignoring Sean’s startled expression.
“I’m sorry…?” Sean replied trying to feign ignorance.
“Frankie, he’s around here somewhere.” She smiled before sipping her drink through a plastic straw. “Hi I’m Dottie, what’s your name?”
Sean was totally disarmed by the open innocence of the girl and replied, “Umm…my name’s Sean.”
“Hi Sean!” she beamed, took another sip, frowned slightly and asked, “You’re from England aren’t you? Why are you here?”
“Yeah, I’m from England and I’m here to get a job.” Sean answered not able to resist smiling back.
“No work around here,” she shrugged, “You don’t look like you’re out of work.”
“Well, actually I’m auditioning for a role in a movie.” He explained.
Dottie squealed loudly and glanced over her shoulder alerting Sean to the fact that Frankie was skulking in the gloom at the far side of the room.
“Good luck Sean!” she exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth and planted a kiss on Sean’s cheek before bouncing off in the direction of the partially obscured figure.
Sean frowned, suddenly feeling vulnerable at his loss of anonymity. He realised that she had been sent over and Sean had supplied the required answers. He felt his anger rise again as his fingers slipped over the condensation on the whisky glass. He tried to focus on the path he had made through the moisture drops before gripping the glass and slamming its contents down his throat. He grimaced and pushed the empty glass towards the middle of the table.
“They’re playing fucking games with me,” Sean hissed through gritted teeth as he could just make out Dottie and Frankie locked in a conspiratorial huddle. His head pounded and his gaze turned murderous with every look they cast his way. It was obvious they were discussing him and he didn’t like it. Every time Frankie glanced over and shook his head the urge to throw him against a wall returned with increased strength.
Eventually Frankie stood back from Dottie shrugged and raised his hands in font of himself in a gesture of surrender. Dottie said something Sean couldn’t make out causing Frankie to scowl, shake his head and walk away.
Sean watched as Frankie walked past him and cast him a noncommittal look before entering the bathroom. Sean sat very still …was he supposed to follow or was that a dismissal? Either way it served to piss him off even more.
“Enough!” Sean growled, hauled himself to his feet and pushed through the door of the bathroom.
Frankie had his back to him, but could see his approach in the grimy mirror. Even though he could see the uncertainty in his eyes, Sean gave him no chance to react before he pushed him forward and forced Frankie down against the sink.
“Hey actor man, wasn’t sure if you wanted another round?” he managed to say as Sean’s fingers pressed his cheek hard against the cold porcelain.
“Shut the fuck up!” Sean spat at him, “I’ve had enough of your fucking games!”
Sean released Frankie’s face, but grabbed his shoulders forcing his body down over the sink.
“What you gonna do with me now actor man?” Frankie grunted against the press of Sean’s arms and thighs.
Sean didn’t say anything, wasn’t capable of saying anything as he leaned his body against Frankie. He hadn’t actually thought past this point and now he realised he was in a biker bar, breathing hard and pressing a painful erection against the arse of a psychotic thug. Frankie grinned as he watched Sean’s reflection, the moment of hesitation was all he needed. He wrenched out of Sean’s grasp and spun him around until Sean was shoved roughly against the wall. Sean cursed at Frankie as his face narrowly missed the metal corner of the towel dispenser. Frankie’s hands gripped Sean’s wrists and slammed them painfully against the wall above his head. Sean felt the air squeezed out of his lungs as Frankie ground the length of his body against him. Sean began to panic and tried to push back against the restraint, but Frankie simply increased the pressure. His mouth closed on the side of Sean’s neck and bit down hard enough to distract him while he crossed Sean’s wrists enabling him to hold them with one hand. Sean whimpered softly at the feel of Frankie’s teeth on his over heated skin, but this turned into moan as Frankie’s free hand popped the buttons of his jeans and slid into his boxers.
Frankie grinned into Sean’s neck and he growled, “This is what you wanted isn’t it?”
Sean squeezed his eyes shut and refused to answer.
The grin disappeared from Frankie’s face and his hand squeezed Sean’s cock, “Answer me actor man … isn’t it”
Sean let out a harsh breath and the words that came with it, “Yes.”
Frankie groaned at Sean’s admission, slowly licked the side of Sean’s neck and rubbed his own erection against Sean.
Sean gasped as Frankie’s fingers began a slow glide the length of his cock. He hadn’t even realised that Frankie had released his wrists until there was another set of fingers inside his jeans scratching the sensitive skin beside his balls. He knew he could move his arms and stop this, but leaned back into Frankie instead. A choked sob escaped Sean’s throat as Frankie increased the pace of one hand while gently palming his balls with the other. He knew he was close as he heard Frankie whisper, “Is this all you want Sean?”
He twisted in Frankie’s hold to reach back and wrap his fingers in Frankie’s hair, “No, it’s not all I want.”
Sean’s lips found Frankie’s and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Frankie tried to pull his face away, but Sean tightened the grip on his hair. Suddenly Sean felt in control as he heard Frankie moan into his mouth. He knew this was the Frankie he wanted as his muscles clenched and, with a strangled cry, came in Frankie’s hand.
Sean could feel Frankie trembling as he unclenched his fingers and slid his hand down to cup Frankie’s cheek. With Frankie no longer pinning him Sean was able to turn around and face him, but Frankie wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Frankie?” Sean whispered as he rubbed his thumb across Frankie’s cheekbone.
“No,” Frankie breathed very quietly, “No…this isn’t right. I can’t do this.”
He stumbled back a step obviously distressed. Sean tried to put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder to reassure him, but it had the opposite effect. Frankie’s eyes finally met his, but Sean could only see pain as Frankie said, “I’m so sorry Sean… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to happen…”
Sean frowned in confusion he knew something was really wrong here as he tried to tell Frankie it was okay. Frankie continued to back up until he put enough distance between them to spin around and bolt out the door.
“Shit!” Sean hissed as he quickly fastened his jeans and followed Frankie back into the bar.
He quickly scanned the room, but couldn’t instantly see Frankie. He did, however, see Dottie running towards the exit. Sean ran through the doors after Dottie in time to see Frankie’s bike skidding out the driveway of the car park. Dottie spun around and yelled at Sean, “What did you do to him?”
Sean looked at her helplessly as she ran down driveway and shouted desperately to the retreating figure on the motorbike, “Viggo!”
tbc.
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SB/Frank Roberts
ARCHIVE:
rugbytackleWARNING: Language, adult concepts.
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: Sean knew it was another in a long line of bad moves lately, but he had to go back to the bar and get some answers.
BETA:
owlgrey Sean’s head wouldn’t stop pounding. For once he was relieved that he had agreed to let a driver take him into the city for their meeting. A small groan escaped as he laid his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. He hated meetings with the studios where they either treated him as a commodity or scuttled around him like total sycophants. Today was the former and he just didn’t have the patience to put up with their bullshit. He put up with them ignoring his presence and talking around him rather than to him for most of the day… he hated losing his temper, but they pushed all his buttons today.
Sean rubbed his eyes before thanking the driver and stepping out of the car. As he watched the car pull out of the car park Sean’s hand absently fished around his pocket until he located the motel room key. He looked down at the key tag as he turned it over in his fingers. He sighed, pushed the key in the lock and walked into his room. The problem was, once in the room, he didn’t know what to do with himself.
He stood at the closed door and cast an unfocused look around the small room. Even though he was exhausted he knew he wouldn’t sleep. His gaze came to rest on the neatly made bed…it was a far cry from the rumpled mess he had left this morning. The bottom sheet had given up its hold on the mattress corners at about 3am and by dawn the top sheet resembled a rope of knots. Both evidence of Sean’s sleepless night. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. Fuck, his head hurt.
Eventually he dragged himself off the bed and headed into the bathroom hoping he had packed some strong painkillers. His fingers didn’t seem to want to work properly as he rummaged through an assortment of toiletries until they finally wrapped around a familiar bubble strip. Sean popped two pills into his palm and filled a glass with water. He downed them quickly, closed his eyes and gently massaged his temple with his uncooperative fingers. His hand fumbled behind him trying to locate the light switch so he could shut off the fluorescent light before he opened his eyes enough to make it back to the bed.
Sean stacked his pillows against the bed head to keep his head elevated and cautiously lowered himself on to the bed. He groaned inwardly at the fact he was still fully dressed and used his toes to lever off his shoes, eventually hearing two thuds as they hit the floor. Sean undid his belt and flicked open the top button of his trousers before deciding that was as close to undressed as he was going to manage. He relaxed back into the pillow and gradually felt the pain in his head begin to recede behind the swirling fog of the medication.
It was dark when Sean’s consciousness crawled out of the drug-induced sleep. He didn’t open his eyes immediately; instead he lay still trying to gauge the dull ache in his head. Thankfully that’s all it was now, even a slight headshake didn’t spark new pain. Sean opened his eyes wondering what had roused him. When another motorcycle roared past Sean not only knew what had woken him up, but also planted Frankie firmly back in his thoughts.
“Damn it!” Sean cursed, mentally willing himself not to go there. One sleepless night was enough when it was spent going over and over what had happened with Frankie. He still didn’t have an answer. Once he knew Frankie wasn’t going to beat him to a pulp, Sean had assumed the night would lead to a quick rough fuck, or at least a blowjob. But something changed when he touched Frankie… the look on his face, in his eyes, was different… Then there was the kiss. There was an intimacy he hadn’t expected; had never gotten that from another bloke in a pub! Sean closed his eyes again when he remember the heat in Frankie’s kiss.
Another couple of bikes thundered past his window briefly disturbing his train of thought, although he found himself wondering if one of those bikes was Frankie’s.
“Fucking Hell Bean!” he spat to the empty room, “Face it, the guy was a fucking psycho!” Had to be…he added with a lot less conviction.
Sean dragged himself off the side of the bed and into the bathroom, flinching slightly as he flicked on the light. He avoided the mirror as he shed his clothes and stepped into the shower. He stood allowing the rush of the water to pummel the back of his neck and shoulders, rolling them occasionally to ease stiff muscles. He sighed and tipped his head back so the hot water could hit his forehead before running in then out of his mouth and down his throat. It felt good. He concentrated on the water and how it eased his body, however, fleeting reminders of Frankie kept intruding on the process. Sean moaned as he felt himself begin to harden, but refused to let his hands explore his body with images of Frankie in his mind. He felt himself becoming frustrated and angry all over again.
“Fucking bastard!” He shouted as he slammed the side of his fist into the tiles and stalked out of the shower. Sean leaned forward against the sink, stared at his reflected image dripping on the bathroom floor as he growled, “Why the fuck is he still in my head?”
Sean stood still for several minutes trying to get his temper under control enough to reason this through. It was a losing battle. He slammed the bathroom door instantly regretting his actions as the dull ache in his head increased. This only served to heighten his anger. He quickly towelled himself dry and grabbed fresh clothes out of the wardrobe. He knew it was another in a long line of bad moves lately, but he had to go back to the bar and get some answers.
By the time Sean reached the bikes in the car park he had calmed down a bit and tried to come up with a game plan having decided it was not a good idea to slam Frankie against a wall in front of his biker friends. Actually, as much as Sean liked the idea, he knew it would not be wise to slam Frankie against anything, anywhere.
Sean pushed the door of the bar open prepared for the assault on his ears and walked straight over to order a drink. The barman gave him a wry grin and whispered in a conspiratorial manner, “Couldn’t stay away huh?” Sean ignored the implications of this comment, ordered a scotch and headed back to ‘his’ booth. He glared over at the pool table players trying to make out Frankie among the assembled bodies. He couldn’t see him. “Shit!” he cursed quietly not immediately noticing the small blond figure of Dottie as she slid into the booth opposite him.
“He’s around here somewhere,” she said brightly ignoring Sean’s startled expression.
“I’m sorry…?” Sean replied trying to feign ignorance.
“Frankie, he’s around here somewhere.” She smiled before sipping her drink through a plastic straw. “Hi I’m Dottie, what’s your name?”
Sean was totally disarmed by the open innocence of the girl and replied, “Umm…my name’s Sean.”
“Hi Sean!” she beamed, took another sip, frowned slightly and asked, “You’re from England aren’t you? Why are you here?”
“Yeah, I’m from England and I’m here to get a job.” Sean answered not able to resist smiling back.
“No work around here,” she shrugged, “You don’t look like you’re out of work.”
“Well, actually I’m auditioning for a role in a movie.” He explained.
Dottie squealed loudly and glanced over her shoulder alerting Sean to the fact that Frankie was skulking in the gloom at the far side of the room.
“Good luck Sean!” she exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth and planted a kiss on Sean’s cheek before bouncing off in the direction of the partially obscured figure.
Sean frowned, suddenly feeling vulnerable at his loss of anonymity. He realised that she had been sent over and Sean had supplied the required answers. He felt his anger rise again as his fingers slipped over the condensation on the whisky glass. He tried to focus on the path he had made through the moisture drops before gripping the glass and slamming its contents down his throat. He grimaced and pushed the empty glass towards the middle of the table.
“They’re playing fucking games with me,” Sean hissed through gritted teeth as he could just make out Dottie and Frankie locked in a conspiratorial huddle. His head pounded and his gaze turned murderous with every look they cast his way. It was obvious they were discussing him and he didn’t like it. Every time Frankie glanced over and shook his head the urge to throw him against a wall returned with increased strength.
Eventually Frankie stood back from Dottie shrugged and raised his hands in font of himself in a gesture of surrender. Dottie said something Sean couldn’t make out causing Frankie to scowl, shake his head and walk away.
Sean watched as Frankie walked past him and cast him a noncommittal look before entering the bathroom. Sean sat very still …was he supposed to follow or was that a dismissal? Either way it served to piss him off even more.
“Enough!” Sean growled, hauled himself to his feet and pushed through the door of the bathroom.
Frankie had his back to him, but could see his approach in the grimy mirror. Even though he could see the uncertainty in his eyes, Sean gave him no chance to react before he pushed him forward and forced Frankie down against the sink.
“Hey actor man, wasn’t sure if you wanted another round?” he managed to say as Sean’s fingers pressed his cheek hard against the cold porcelain.
“Shut the fuck up!” Sean spat at him, “I’ve had enough of your fucking games!”
Sean released Frankie’s face, but grabbed his shoulders forcing his body down over the sink.
“What you gonna do with me now actor man?” Frankie grunted against the press of Sean’s arms and thighs.
Sean didn’t say anything, wasn’t capable of saying anything as he leaned his body against Frankie. He hadn’t actually thought past this point and now he realised he was in a biker bar, breathing hard and pressing a painful erection against the arse of a psychotic thug. Frankie grinned as he watched Sean’s reflection, the moment of hesitation was all he needed. He wrenched out of Sean’s grasp and spun him around until Sean was shoved roughly against the wall. Sean cursed at Frankie as his face narrowly missed the metal corner of the towel dispenser. Frankie’s hands gripped Sean’s wrists and slammed them painfully against the wall above his head. Sean felt the air squeezed out of his lungs as Frankie ground the length of his body against him. Sean began to panic and tried to push back against the restraint, but Frankie simply increased the pressure. His mouth closed on the side of Sean’s neck and bit down hard enough to distract him while he crossed Sean’s wrists enabling him to hold them with one hand. Sean whimpered softly at the feel of Frankie’s teeth on his over heated skin, but this turned into moan as Frankie’s free hand popped the buttons of his jeans and slid into his boxers.
Frankie grinned into Sean’s neck and he growled, “This is what you wanted isn’t it?”
Sean squeezed his eyes shut and refused to answer.
The grin disappeared from Frankie’s face and his hand squeezed Sean’s cock, “Answer me actor man … isn’t it”
Sean let out a harsh breath and the words that came with it, “Yes.”
Frankie groaned at Sean’s admission, slowly licked the side of Sean’s neck and rubbed his own erection against Sean.
Sean gasped as Frankie’s fingers began a slow glide the length of his cock. He hadn’t even realised that Frankie had released his wrists until there was another set of fingers inside his jeans scratching the sensitive skin beside his balls. He knew he could move his arms and stop this, but leaned back into Frankie instead. A choked sob escaped Sean’s throat as Frankie increased the pace of one hand while gently palming his balls with the other. He knew he was close as he heard Frankie whisper, “Is this all you want Sean?”
He twisted in Frankie’s hold to reach back and wrap his fingers in Frankie’s hair, “No, it’s not all I want.”
Sean’s lips found Frankie’s and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Frankie tried to pull his face away, but Sean tightened the grip on his hair. Suddenly Sean felt in control as he heard Frankie moan into his mouth. He knew this was the Frankie he wanted as his muscles clenched and, with a strangled cry, came in Frankie’s hand.
Sean could feel Frankie trembling as he unclenched his fingers and slid his hand down to cup Frankie’s cheek. With Frankie no longer pinning him Sean was able to turn around and face him, but Frankie wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Frankie?” Sean whispered as he rubbed his thumb across Frankie’s cheekbone.
“No,” Frankie breathed very quietly, “No…this isn’t right. I can’t do this.”
He stumbled back a step obviously distressed. Sean tried to put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder to reassure him, but it had the opposite effect. Frankie’s eyes finally met his, but Sean could only see pain as Frankie said, “I’m so sorry Sean… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to happen…”
Sean frowned in confusion he knew something was really wrong here as he tried to tell Frankie it was okay. Frankie continued to back up until he put enough distance between them to spin around and bolt out the door.
“Shit!” Sean hissed as he quickly fastened his jeans and followed Frankie back into the bar.
He quickly scanned the room, but couldn’t instantly see Frankie. He did, however, see Dottie running towards the exit. Sean ran through the doors after Dottie in time to see Frankie’s bike skidding out the driveway of the car park. Dottie spun around and yelled at Sean, “What did you do to him?”
Sean looked at her helplessly as she ran down driveway and shouted desperately to the retreating figure on the motorbike, “Viggo!”
tbc.
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Date: 2004-04-09 01:04 am (UTC)Plus the girl in me has to say..."Loved reading the hand job scene." Yep, go to base thoughts Owlygirl!!!
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Date: 2004-04-09 06:50 am (UTC)And now I have to know what happens, now that the game's up...
~Kris
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Date: 2004-04-12 04:20 am (UTC)Not sure how to end this myself *G* happy ending or sad ... still debating!
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Date: 2004-04-09 07:51 am (UTC)I so wasn't expecting that! Omg! This is brilliant. Love your characterisations (Sean sounds so real!) and everything, really. Settings and secondary characters and all. And now this twist. *happy sigh*
I hope you'll post the next part soon. :) *bounces*
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Date: 2004-04-12 04:24 am (UTC)I was wondering how people would take the twist!
I am still debating the ending for chapter 3 - happy or not? - but have set myself a weekend deadline to finish.
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Date: 2004-04-09 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-12 04:26 am (UTC)Wish I could see all the changes of expression!!!
Thank you for your kind comment!
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Date: 2004-04-09 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-12 04:28 am (UTC)