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rugbytackleTitle: Benched
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Bean
Rating: NC17 ( I guess…)
Summary: Just schmoopy sex.
Warnings: None…its all about the love, baby, Possibly the worst story ever written...and it may be deleted by morning... But hey, writing is supposed to be fun -- and I had fun anyway!
Disclaimer: All made up in my wee little brain. No truth in it at all. Please do not even BEGIN to think that either of these much beloved men had anything to do with this or influenced it in any way other than by their undeniable hotness. ;-)
Archive: Viggo-Cursive and rugbytackle
A/N: Not beta'd and written in about 3 hours. The multitude of errors that undoubtedly exist are mine and mine alone. So sue me… ;-)
Written for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
namarie120 ‘cause she’s had a bunch of rough days lately. Posted for anyone who wants some VigBean.
I would love to hear feedback please. Any and all welcome.
-- shegollum
It was quiet and still in the house as Viggo finished his plans for the evening. He lit a big barrel-shaped candle and set it on the wrought iron stand Sean had welded months ago when he’d taken time to play around with that almost forgotten interest. Carrying it out to the yard, he set it under the tall, far-reaching orange tree, standing there for a long moment just embracing the twilight as it cascaded around him in muted light, the call of crickets and whippoorwill and the soft scents of a smokehouse not too far up the hill.
Brigit and the puppy fussed around his bare feet as he tilted his head back to enjoy the colored sky filtering through the dark green leaves, the flickering candlelight snaking up to meet it on the undersides. This space – the quiet little collection of acreage – soothed his soul and he felt as he almost always did: at peace with the moment.
And then he heard the car door out front and he smiled, rounding up the dogs and heading in to greet his lover.
“Sean, baby…I’m so glad you’re back.”
He met the tall green-eyed man just inside the front door, where he had dropped a leather binder and was working his way out of his suit coat. He was scowling and looked so worn out that it worried Viggo. He helped him the jacket and gave him a sound kiss, resting his hands on the Sean’s broad shoulders and then working down to his chest, happy simply to feel his heartbeat through the dark-striped shirt.
Sean kissed him back and almost let himself fall into an embrace but then his eyes saw the binder and he sighed.
“Got to work, Viggo. I’ll be in the study.”
Viggo pulled back to look the other man in the face. He smiled and then leaned in quickly to kiss him playfully on the nose.
“Come on, Sean. Let’s go sit outside and take a break.”
Sean looked sorely tempted, a half-smile on his lips as he kissed Viggo softly, pulling back with effort, his bottom lip clenched in his teeth. As he backed away, he caught Viggo with his eyes still closed and his heart tightened in his chest at the innocence and mischief to be found in that beloved face. Lips to die for, die under, die because of…fringy, soft hair that invited his rough hands…all of it all he’d ever wanted. And then those blue eyes opened and the animation that was always behind them had him smiling before he knew it.
“Ah, Vig,” he sighed, drawing him closer for a tight hug, allowing himself the chance to dip his face between the other man’s shaggy hair and his warm throat, catching his breath as the taste of that skin caused his cock to respond, the heavy thickness already being caressed by Viggo’s hand.
“I can’t, love. I can’t. I’ve got so much to do.”
“Come on, Sean. Baby, just come sit with me for a little while, okay? Its gorgeous out and it will be dark soon.”
Frustration at the conflict of his wants and his obligations made Sean snap.
“I can’t fucking do it right now, Vig!”
“Why do you let yourself get so stressed?”
“I’m not stressed. I’m just busy,” murmured Sean as he headed toward the kitchen, binder in hand.
Viggo followed him and tried to massage Sean’s shoulders as the other man leaned over the counter, stretching his neck muscles as he leaned his head forward and down.
“Your neck and shoulders are tied up in knots. You need a break, Sean.”
“I don’t need a break, Viggo. Quit mothering me!”
Viggo sighed and counted to ten to fight the urge to kick Sean’s ass. He opted to play it neutral for now. He just wanted the man to come outside with him for a minute.
“Okay. I’m fixing a drink and heading outside for a bit. Can I make you one?”
“No,” muttered Sean, one hand at the back of his neck as he stretched to loosen tired muscles. “Got too much to do.”
“It will all still be there later, love. I promise,” Viggo said gently.
“I can’t take a break right now for fuck’s sake! Just give me some room!” With that, Sean pushed away from the counter abruptly, striding angrily toward the other end of the house.
Viggo stared after him with more than a little annoyance. He thought about responding but the bit back his words, thinking instead of Sean and the pressures he was under. The Englishman was as prickly as could be and most decidedly did need a break, no matter what he said. However, Viggo also knew that their schedules were very constricted right now and any extended time away wasn’t an option. Too many scripts to review, too many kids to (willingly) care for, too much travel, too many interviews they were already committed to and far, far too few days to do nothing. All of it was adding up and piling on.
He’d done what he could to help with that.
But now the fucking crab wouldn’t play ball!
He laughed to himself and gave up for the moment. He heard doors and drawers slamming and then the steady thrumming of the shower in the distance.
Shaking his head and telling the dogs just how annoying their other daddy could be, he made himself a strong drink and headed back out into the yard by himself. It was dark now, and the candlelight under the orange tree was magical, the golden glow seemingly held captive as it bounced back from the dark green leaves overhead and stroked over the pristine white bench set snuggly beneath it.
Viggo looked over his handiwork with satisfaction. The whitewashed bench was a fair copy of one they’d enjoyed on a far-too-brief getaway back at the holidays. Solid-slatted wood hand-planed to confirm to thighs and buttocks, shoulders and smalls of backs curved in a welcoming shape, wide armrests beckoned for books and glasses, and a long center-braced surface looked to be the perfect dimensions for two tall strong men to share space.
He smiled to himself, knowing that when Sean was in the right mind, he’d enjoy the gesture and appreciate the sentiment. He just had so much on his mind right now.
Standing there by himself, Viggo could recall those days on their break, all of them a welcome respite from the outside world. They’d stayed at a bed and breakfast in a small, seaside town – one of those places predictably described as quaint and charming. For them, its attributes were less flowery and far more essential. It was quiet and peaceful, private and comfortable. And welcoming. Every day had been one dreamy step further removed from the pressures of daily life and just for those few days, all that had mattered was each other. They recalled how to sleep in and stay up late, how to not take calls and not leave their room at all if they didn’t want to. Both of them bought a lot of stupid things they knew they didn’t need and ate enough to blame it on the camera adding ten pounds.
It had been a magical time.
And the most magical space in that most magical time had been the bench on the third floor widow’s walk. The one where they found each other at least once a day. The one where they read and dozed, cuddled and talked, laughed and teased – and just sat.
And now – back at home in the world – Viggo had been working on this for his lover, his Sean, trying to give him that little piece of magic to retreat to when he needed it.
And he’d done it at night after Sean had given up on getting his ‘crazy mate’ to come to bed for the night or when the other man had been gone during the day, his own eccentric ‘between projects’ schedule helping to hide his work. Today it had finally been ready. And Viggo had carefully raked the yard and cleared away the old mismatched beach chairs. He’d even re-mulched around the tree where Sean would plant more bulbs when he had the time.
And then he’d placed the bench there. Under their tree, in their yard. For him.
But it would wait.
He reached to blow out the candle, ready to go in.
A breath blew alongside his own and a warm hand reached around his waist.
“Viggo, love.”
Viggo smiled at the gruff and soft voice, the sexiest thing he knew. He turned to see his lover, shirtless in the heat, looking deep into his eyes, his own green ones bright and sparkling. He pulled Viggo close, allowing both of his hands to caress the other man’s lean hips.
“You made this? For me? For us?”
“Yeah.”
Sean was torn between looking at the man he loved so much and the gift he gave. He settled for pulling Viggo over to the bench, pulling him down to sit on it with him, running his hands over the smooth, perfectly curved boards. The meaning behind it all was so much, so full of memory yet at the same time validation of the safe harbor ahead, that he felt it overwhelm him and he found himself fighting tears in front of the only person he’d ever felt safe enough to cry in front of.
He gave up on words, pulling Viggo closer, their knees touching as they both sat on the edge of the bench. Needing to be closer, Sean pushed his lover back against the curved seatback, following as he straddled the other man, his mouth crushing to Viggo’s, his tongue stroking into the warm heath that welcomed him.
The need for breath finally pulled them apart and Viggo laughed roughly as he spoke in gasps, “So, can I take that to mean you like it?”
Sean laughed as he scraped his forearm across his wet eyes. He settled his butt more firmly on Viggo’s thighs, leaning in to kiss him quickly and then looking him in the eyes, those blue-gray eyes offering so much more to him that he’d ever really known he needed. And now knew he couldn’t live without.
“Gods, Vig…I love it. You know I am so bad at saying these things…but the fact that you see inside me…that you care enough to see inside me like you do…it is a gift I never expected to have. And it humbles me. Hell, it scares me sometimes,” he sniffed and laughed as Viggo leaned forward to kiss at his throat. “And I’m sorry I was such a prick in there before.”
“It’s okay,” Viggo laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kinda like pricks.”
They both laughed and all of the aggravation of the day just washed away in that moment. Sean moved alongside Viggo on the bench and then stretched out, settling on his side with his head in Viggo’s lap. Viggo’s hands instinctively went to work, kneading at the still-tight muscles in Sean’s neck and back. The Englishmen allowed himself a moment to enjoy it…and then began to enjoy other things. Viggo’s hardening cock was poking him in his ear as he lay in his lap and he turned to grip it gently between his teeth, the other man’s jeans a rough barrier between them. He bit down some, raking his teeth along the sensitive skin under the denim, feeling Viggo’s hips push up to gain more contact. He smiled and sat up to take another kiss.
“I love this, Vig. I love you. Thank you.”
Viggo just smiled happily and shushed him with his tongue and lips.
Sean started working first at Viggo’s shirt and then at his jeans, making a cushion of sorts at Viggo’s feet there in the green grass in front of the bench.
And then he slid down to worship the thick erect cock in front of him, his ears filled with the long, luxurious gasp that came from his lover as he sucked him in one long slick lick. He felt the throbbing and the pulsing and worked his throat muscles to take him further in, welcoming him, loving him, needing to feel him. His hands slid up the backs of Viggo’s spread thighs, spit-slick fingers finding his opening, circling, stoking, pressing in. The other man groaned and slid closer, his whole body open to his lover. Somewhere in his brain, Sean noticed his stiff neck again as he worked up and down Viggo’s cock, but he couldn’t care, couldn’t stop, wouldn’t give up the taste, the sounds, the want and need. The American’s strong hands were tangled in his hair, his hips steadily rocking up and down as he thrust into Sean’s throat and the Englishmen had all that he needed and wanted.
Sean looked up for a moment and in the moonlight saw only the beauty of that strong chest and throat arched to the night, Viggo’s face given to the shadows as he stretched backward in his ecstasy. Wanting to see into those eyes and have those lips again, Sean worked his way up Viggo’s body, kissing up along his flat stomach and sculptured chest, taking his mouth with replicas of the thrusts Viggo had made into his. He pulled off his shorts and pulled Viggo forward on the bench toward his own body and then pushing into him in a motion utterly exquisite and full of perfection. They pumped together, moving between ferocity and tenderness and back again. Sean’s hand wrapped around Viggo’s thick, hard cock and he stroked it in time with the movements of his own hips. Each could hear the groans and gasps of the other as they surged toward their release and their movements quickened.
“Vig…now…ah, fuck, love…so good…so fuckin’ good.”
The American cried out as Sean pushed hard into him, those motions pushing him over the edge into his own orgasm. They collapsed together on the bench, catching their breath and trading kisses.
Sean finally spoke. “Thank you, Vig. I guess I couldn’t find the right words to thank you properly,” he chuckled.
Viggo didn’t speak for a long moment and when he did, it was with the voice of a tired and satisfied man.
“Well, shit…that was amazing. Tomorrow I’m gonna build you a boat. You always wanted a boat, right?”
Sean’s surprised laughter was joined by Viggo’s tired giggles and floated up into the orange tree and the night sky along with all the stress and worries that didn’t matter anyway.
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Bean
Rating: NC17 ( I guess…)
Summary: Just schmoopy sex.
Warnings: None…its all about the love, baby, Possibly the worst story ever written...and it may be deleted by morning... But hey, writing is supposed to be fun -- and I had fun anyway!
Disclaimer: All made up in my wee little brain. No truth in it at all. Please do not even BEGIN to think that either of these much beloved men had anything to do with this or influenced it in any way other than by their undeniable hotness. ;-)
Archive: Viggo-Cursive and rugbytackle
A/N: Not beta'd and written in about 3 hours. The multitude of errors that undoubtedly exist are mine and mine alone. So sue me… ;-)
Written for
namarie120 ‘cause she’s had a bunch of rough days lately. Posted for anyone who wants some VigBean. I would love to hear feedback please. Any and all welcome.
-- shegollum
It was quiet and still in the house as Viggo finished his plans for the evening. He lit a big barrel-shaped candle and set it on the wrought iron stand Sean had welded months ago when he’d taken time to play around with that almost forgotten interest. Carrying it out to the yard, he set it under the tall, far-reaching orange tree, standing there for a long moment just embracing the twilight as it cascaded around him in muted light, the call of crickets and whippoorwill and the soft scents of a smokehouse not too far up the hill.
Brigit and the puppy fussed around his bare feet as he tilted his head back to enjoy the colored sky filtering through the dark green leaves, the flickering candlelight snaking up to meet it on the undersides. This space – the quiet little collection of acreage – soothed his soul and he felt as he almost always did: at peace with the moment.
And then he heard the car door out front and he smiled, rounding up the dogs and heading in to greet his lover.
“Sean, baby…I’m so glad you’re back.”
He met the tall green-eyed man just inside the front door, where he had dropped a leather binder and was working his way out of his suit coat. He was scowling and looked so worn out that it worried Viggo. He helped him the jacket and gave him a sound kiss, resting his hands on the Sean’s broad shoulders and then working down to his chest, happy simply to feel his heartbeat through the dark-striped shirt.
Sean kissed him back and almost let himself fall into an embrace but then his eyes saw the binder and he sighed.
“Got to work, Viggo. I’ll be in the study.”
Viggo pulled back to look the other man in the face. He smiled and then leaned in quickly to kiss him playfully on the nose.
“Come on, Sean. Let’s go sit outside and take a break.”
Sean looked sorely tempted, a half-smile on his lips as he kissed Viggo softly, pulling back with effort, his bottom lip clenched in his teeth. As he backed away, he caught Viggo with his eyes still closed and his heart tightened in his chest at the innocence and mischief to be found in that beloved face. Lips to die for, die under, die because of…fringy, soft hair that invited his rough hands…all of it all he’d ever wanted. And then those blue eyes opened and the animation that was always behind them had him smiling before he knew it.
“Ah, Vig,” he sighed, drawing him closer for a tight hug, allowing himself the chance to dip his face between the other man’s shaggy hair and his warm throat, catching his breath as the taste of that skin caused his cock to respond, the heavy thickness already being caressed by Viggo’s hand.
“I can’t, love. I can’t. I’ve got so much to do.”
“Come on, Sean. Baby, just come sit with me for a little while, okay? Its gorgeous out and it will be dark soon.”
Frustration at the conflict of his wants and his obligations made Sean snap.
“I can’t fucking do it right now, Vig!”
“Why do you let yourself get so stressed?”
“I’m not stressed. I’m just busy,” murmured Sean as he headed toward the kitchen, binder in hand.
Viggo followed him and tried to massage Sean’s shoulders as the other man leaned over the counter, stretching his neck muscles as he leaned his head forward and down.
“Your neck and shoulders are tied up in knots. You need a break, Sean.”
“I don’t need a break, Viggo. Quit mothering me!”
Viggo sighed and counted to ten to fight the urge to kick Sean’s ass. He opted to play it neutral for now. He just wanted the man to come outside with him for a minute.
“Okay. I’m fixing a drink and heading outside for a bit. Can I make you one?”
“No,” muttered Sean, one hand at the back of his neck as he stretched to loosen tired muscles. “Got too much to do.”
“It will all still be there later, love. I promise,” Viggo said gently.
“I can’t take a break right now for fuck’s sake! Just give me some room!” With that, Sean pushed away from the counter abruptly, striding angrily toward the other end of the house.
Viggo stared after him with more than a little annoyance. He thought about responding but the bit back his words, thinking instead of Sean and the pressures he was under. The Englishman was as prickly as could be and most decidedly did need a break, no matter what he said. However, Viggo also knew that their schedules were very constricted right now and any extended time away wasn’t an option. Too many scripts to review, too many kids to (willingly) care for, too much travel, too many interviews they were already committed to and far, far too few days to do nothing. All of it was adding up and piling on.
He’d done what he could to help with that.
But now the fucking crab wouldn’t play ball!
He laughed to himself and gave up for the moment. He heard doors and drawers slamming and then the steady thrumming of the shower in the distance.
Shaking his head and telling the dogs just how annoying their other daddy could be, he made himself a strong drink and headed back out into the yard by himself. It was dark now, and the candlelight under the orange tree was magical, the golden glow seemingly held captive as it bounced back from the dark green leaves overhead and stroked over the pristine white bench set snuggly beneath it.
Viggo looked over his handiwork with satisfaction. The whitewashed bench was a fair copy of one they’d enjoyed on a far-too-brief getaway back at the holidays. Solid-slatted wood hand-planed to confirm to thighs and buttocks, shoulders and smalls of backs curved in a welcoming shape, wide armrests beckoned for books and glasses, and a long center-braced surface looked to be the perfect dimensions for two tall strong men to share space.
He smiled to himself, knowing that when Sean was in the right mind, he’d enjoy the gesture and appreciate the sentiment. He just had so much on his mind right now.
Standing there by himself, Viggo could recall those days on their break, all of them a welcome respite from the outside world. They’d stayed at a bed and breakfast in a small, seaside town – one of those places predictably described as quaint and charming. For them, its attributes were less flowery and far more essential. It was quiet and peaceful, private and comfortable. And welcoming. Every day had been one dreamy step further removed from the pressures of daily life and just for those few days, all that had mattered was each other. They recalled how to sleep in and stay up late, how to not take calls and not leave their room at all if they didn’t want to. Both of them bought a lot of stupid things they knew they didn’t need and ate enough to blame it on the camera adding ten pounds.
It had been a magical time.
And the most magical space in that most magical time had been the bench on the third floor widow’s walk. The one where they found each other at least once a day. The one where they read and dozed, cuddled and talked, laughed and teased – and just sat.
And now – back at home in the world – Viggo had been working on this for his lover, his Sean, trying to give him that little piece of magic to retreat to when he needed it.
And he’d done it at night after Sean had given up on getting his ‘crazy mate’ to come to bed for the night or when the other man had been gone during the day, his own eccentric ‘between projects’ schedule helping to hide his work. Today it had finally been ready. And Viggo had carefully raked the yard and cleared away the old mismatched beach chairs. He’d even re-mulched around the tree where Sean would plant more bulbs when he had the time.
And then he’d placed the bench there. Under their tree, in their yard. For him.
But it would wait.
He reached to blow out the candle, ready to go in.
A breath blew alongside his own and a warm hand reached around his waist.
“Viggo, love.”
Viggo smiled at the gruff and soft voice, the sexiest thing he knew. He turned to see his lover, shirtless in the heat, looking deep into his eyes, his own green ones bright and sparkling. He pulled Viggo close, allowing both of his hands to caress the other man’s lean hips.
“You made this? For me? For us?”
“Yeah.”
Sean was torn between looking at the man he loved so much and the gift he gave. He settled for pulling Viggo over to the bench, pulling him down to sit on it with him, running his hands over the smooth, perfectly curved boards. The meaning behind it all was so much, so full of memory yet at the same time validation of the safe harbor ahead, that he felt it overwhelm him and he found himself fighting tears in front of the only person he’d ever felt safe enough to cry in front of.
He gave up on words, pulling Viggo closer, their knees touching as they both sat on the edge of the bench. Needing to be closer, Sean pushed his lover back against the curved seatback, following as he straddled the other man, his mouth crushing to Viggo’s, his tongue stroking into the warm heath that welcomed him.
The need for breath finally pulled them apart and Viggo laughed roughly as he spoke in gasps, “So, can I take that to mean you like it?”
Sean laughed as he scraped his forearm across his wet eyes. He settled his butt more firmly on Viggo’s thighs, leaning in to kiss him quickly and then looking him in the eyes, those blue-gray eyes offering so much more to him that he’d ever really known he needed. And now knew he couldn’t live without.
“Gods, Vig…I love it. You know I am so bad at saying these things…but the fact that you see inside me…that you care enough to see inside me like you do…it is a gift I never expected to have. And it humbles me. Hell, it scares me sometimes,” he sniffed and laughed as Viggo leaned forward to kiss at his throat. “And I’m sorry I was such a prick in there before.”
“It’s okay,” Viggo laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kinda like pricks.”
They both laughed and all of the aggravation of the day just washed away in that moment. Sean moved alongside Viggo on the bench and then stretched out, settling on his side with his head in Viggo’s lap. Viggo’s hands instinctively went to work, kneading at the still-tight muscles in Sean’s neck and back. The Englishmen allowed himself a moment to enjoy it…and then began to enjoy other things. Viggo’s hardening cock was poking him in his ear as he lay in his lap and he turned to grip it gently between his teeth, the other man’s jeans a rough barrier between them. He bit down some, raking his teeth along the sensitive skin under the denim, feeling Viggo’s hips push up to gain more contact. He smiled and sat up to take another kiss.
“I love this, Vig. I love you. Thank you.”
Viggo just smiled happily and shushed him with his tongue and lips.
Sean started working first at Viggo’s shirt and then at his jeans, making a cushion of sorts at Viggo’s feet there in the green grass in front of the bench.
And then he slid down to worship the thick erect cock in front of him, his ears filled with the long, luxurious gasp that came from his lover as he sucked him in one long slick lick. He felt the throbbing and the pulsing and worked his throat muscles to take him further in, welcoming him, loving him, needing to feel him. His hands slid up the backs of Viggo’s spread thighs, spit-slick fingers finding his opening, circling, stoking, pressing in. The other man groaned and slid closer, his whole body open to his lover. Somewhere in his brain, Sean noticed his stiff neck again as he worked up and down Viggo’s cock, but he couldn’t care, couldn’t stop, wouldn’t give up the taste, the sounds, the want and need. The American’s strong hands were tangled in his hair, his hips steadily rocking up and down as he thrust into Sean’s throat and the Englishmen had all that he needed and wanted.
Sean looked up for a moment and in the moonlight saw only the beauty of that strong chest and throat arched to the night, Viggo’s face given to the shadows as he stretched backward in his ecstasy. Wanting to see into those eyes and have those lips again, Sean worked his way up Viggo’s body, kissing up along his flat stomach and sculptured chest, taking his mouth with replicas of the thrusts Viggo had made into his. He pulled off his shorts and pulled Viggo forward on the bench toward his own body and then pushing into him in a motion utterly exquisite and full of perfection. They pumped together, moving between ferocity and tenderness and back again. Sean’s hand wrapped around Viggo’s thick, hard cock and he stroked it in time with the movements of his own hips. Each could hear the groans and gasps of the other as they surged toward their release and their movements quickened.
“Vig…now…ah, fuck, love…so good…so fuckin’ good.”
The American cried out as Sean pushed hard into him, those motions pushing him over the edge into his own orgasm. They collapsed together on the bench, catching their breath and trading kisses.
Sean finally spoke. “Thank you, Vig. I guess I couldn’t find the right words to thank you properly,” he chuckled.
Viggo didn’t speak for a long moment and when he did, it was with the voice of a tired and satisfied man.
“Well, shit…that was amazing. Tomorrow I’m gonna build you a boat. You always wanted a boat, right?”
Sean’s surprised laughter was joined by Viggo’s tired giggles and floated up into the orange tree and the night sky along with all the stress and worries that didn’t matter anyway.
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Date: 2005-08-11 01:34 am (UTC)Liked this very, very much... thank you!
~Kris
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Date: 2005-08-11 11:33 pm (UTC)I really appreciate your sweet fb!
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Date: 2005-08-11 11:33 pm (UTC)Hello
Date: 2005-08-11 03:04 am (UTC)Re: Hello
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Date: 2005-08-11 11:36 pm (UTC)good lord, girl, that is a great compliament! thank you so much! that one should have never really left the test lab, but i got impatient! lol...
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Date: 2005-08-13 01:03 am (UTC)~~grins~~
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Date: 2005-08-11 09:03 am (UTC)I tried to write a drabble (it sucked so bad) and it took me nearly a day. You wrote this in 3 hours?!!? *hates on you and your writing skills* I'm going to go and pout in a corner.. but first I'll reread this :D
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Date: 2005-08-13 01:04 am (UTC)~~shegollum wails as she is struck by lightning~~
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Date: 2005-08-12 12:20 pm (UTC)*happysigh*
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Date: 2005-08-13 05:26 pm (UTC)I can't believe you wrote that in 3 hours *impressed*
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-08-15 09:10 pm (UTC)Thanks for another great fic!
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Date: 2005-08-16 03:51 pm (UTC)Thank you!
And cant't wait to read Seans reaction to the boat ;) *giggles*
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Date: 2005-08-18 01:11 am (UTC)