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rugbytackleThis is the end, folks. I can't thank you enough for the support and love you've given me and these characters.
~ shegollum
Title: Keys – Chapter 29/29 *THE END*
Author: Shegollum
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC-17 over the long haul
Disclaimer: I do not know these people in any way, shape or form and everything depicted herein is simply a product of my imagination.
Warnings: M/M. Angst over the long haul but all will end in a happy place
IT IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THE WARNING BEHIND THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As revealed in recent chapters, this story deals with descriptions of rape, including childhood sexual abuse. It broke my heart to write and might break your heart to read. Please understand that I in no way take this subject lightly and treat it with all seriousness, respect and sympathy for those who’ve endured it. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF THIS TOPIC IS TOO MUCH!
A/N: The Keys are one of my favorite places and I’ve been there many times and at a number of times of the year. I’m going to play a bit of the tourist and throw in some local color and augment it with some pictures. All of the chapters will be behind cuts and picture sizes will be relatively small.
Also, I like to have Sean use “ye” in some of his speech but when I use “you” that is not a mistake. I ‘hear’ him saying it differently based on his emphasis.
Summary: Viggo is a sun- and rum-soaked artist in the Florida Keys who has a very strict routine dedicated to all that is non-routine. Sean is a man in need of a break who has ventured as far as he can from everything he knows as ‘normal’. Key West is a small island where losing one’s mind is highly encouraged and a badge of honor.
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“Hi,” Sean murmured sleepily, nuzzling against Viggo who, for some slightly annoying reason, wasn’t snuggled against him but had just sat down on the edge of the bed and was pressing close and biting his earlobe. Sean smiled softly at the smell of paint and turpentine and he scooched closer to flop his upper body across Viggo’s lap, his arms going around his waist.
“You’re lazy, you know that?” Viggo whispered, brushing his fingers through Sean’s hair and refining yet again his stored images of just exactly how his lover’s lashes touched his cheek. He leaned on one arm to curl them closer together, smiling just because Sean smiled.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“I brought cookies, Kay. Still love me?” Viggo had slinked guiltily into A Constant State of Disrepair and now looked up at her – an absolutely perfect picture of pure and pitiful – and mightily exaggerated - sorrow and regret in one six foot tall wall of bad shirt.
The blonde woman laughed – Viggo’s façade broke momentarily at her soft, silly snort – and she left her work, dropping a set of batik wall hangings on the counter to be arranged later. She peered at him for a long moment, feigning seriousness, and then she held out her hand, palm side up. He grinned and handed over the coconut and lime patties.
Tilting her head to one side, Kay continued her slow perusal, finally reaching out with her other hand, silently waiting. She started to smile only when he frowned and handed over the half-eaten second box.
“Yeah…I still love you.” Her voice was soft and serious. “You’re still the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever known and I’ll love you forever, baby. Never stopped and never will.”
“Enough to give me back the box of cookies I already started on?”
“Don’t push it.” She smirked at Viggo and let herself be wrapped in a hug so tight and strong and different that it surprised her and warmed her all at once.
“It’s right, isn’t it?” she whispered in his ear, smiling when he nodded.
She pulled away to hold his face gently in her hands. “It’s a bit scary, too. It’s what we want and then it starts happening and it’s terrifying.”
When Viggo smiled ruefully, she leaned in to push his hair back and kiss him lightly on his forehead. “Don’t be scared, baby. I think he’s right, too.”
Those remarkable blue eyes latched on to Kay’s and Viggo spoke gruffly. “For the first time, I can see that, Kay. I never understood what it was or how it could be. How someone could feel that way – especially for someone as fucked up as me. And it’s always hurt so goddamned much to get close to anyone. If I started to feel anything, it was- well, you know all of it. And all those old experiences seem less…not less real…and not forgotten, never forgotten…but almost like I can find a way to grow another foundation right next to all of that and it can be brighter and stronger.”
Kay was nodding and her expression was soft but intense as she listened but a smile as big as all the sea danced in her eyes.
“It doesn’t hurt at all to love him, Kay. It’s warm and…even and fair and equal in a way that just is…does that make sense? It’s easy and its home and I love him so much…so much…”
“Do you still dream of the old things?” Kay asked, pulling him over to sit beside her.
“Yeah, but not nearly as much.”
“And he’s there, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Kay. Sean’s there. Every single time.” His voice broke and he looked at her and they shared a smile different than any they had before.
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“So what are ya doin’ anyway? And why does it have to be in my chair?”
“I thought it was our chair,” Sean mumbled, not really listening. His attention was focused on the legal pad balanced on the wide arm of the old Adirondack as he read and scribbled and wrote. Viggo smiled to see other papers and books piled in his lap and a few more on the patio below. He’d just come out to join him, bringing fresh beers and the plastic giraffe from his own pile of papers and journals.
“Here,” he said, plunking the giraffe down just above where Sean wrote. “He’s my muse.” He snatched the toy back up and adjusted his neck and head so that he’d look straight up into Sean’s face and then he carefully put him back into place, smiling ridiculously at the other man as he did so.
Sean pushed his reading glasses up on his head and scowled first at the giraffe and then at him – only more so.
“For two afternoons now, you’ve let me write. I know it’s damn near killed ye to behave.” Sean smiled and suddenly jumped up, papers and books flying everywhere. “So, are ye trying to tell me that ye can’t take being good anymore?”
He quickly had his lover in a solid embrace, pinning his arms to his sides and the cold beers between them as he kissed him hungrily.
“Can I convince ye to be bad then? I was all alone with the 20th Maine on the southern slope of Little Round Top about to be hammered by Confederate forces and my mind kept drifting off to thoughts of a horribly tacky shirt being pulled off a wonderfully beautiful body.” Sean sucked at the soft lobe of Viggo’s ear. “My imaginary lover wasn’t so cold though,” he snickered, pulling away from the sweating bottles between them and setting them aside.
Viggo’s eyes were narrowed and he bit his bottom lip as though to keep a hunger under control. His gaze traveled every line of Sean’s face, almost ending at his lips but needing to see the beauty of his eyes again.
His lover’s expression was a gentle surprise to him and it was a gift. Sean wanted him – that was open and clear – but somewhere behind the need was a new realization.
“We’re different, Viggo. You’re different and so am I and it all just gets better every day. You’ve made me stronger. I love ye more than I’ve been able to say or show.” He whispered his words, burying the beginnings and ends in brushes of lips and tongues.
Desire for his taste and touch, for him to be naked against him was Viggo’s response. “Please,” he murmured.
Their hands were twined and their clothed bodies pressed tight. “Let’s try out that bed again, okay? Now. Forever. It’s all new, Sean. Everything is new.” He lost his words, his heart, and the sewn together shreds of what might be a soul in the warm, secret curve of Sean’s ear as he led them to their bedroom.
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“Get back here… Sean…” Viggo scrambled after him on the big bed, half-annoyed that Sean was fussing with something on his side of the bed. “I’m not through kissing you, you greedy bastard.”
Sean laughed but kept digging in his nightstand drawer, groaning a little as Viggo moved closer and ran a wet, wiggly tongue up the side of his throat.
“We have everything we need over in my nightstand. You know this, right? Since we practically have to pack an overnight bag to get to this side, why don’t we just-“
“Shut it, Viggo! Ha!” Sean pulled a jar from the nightstand drawer, victorious! “This is for you. Something special.” He turned it so the label was just so and handed it over.
Viggo’s eyes lit up and he rolled over with a laugh. “The cookies?! Sexual aid based on my love of – lust for! – coconut lime patties?”
Sean rolled over him, playing at getting the scented body butter back.
“God, I love you,” he murmured as he pushed Viggo onto his back and nudged his legs open to slide between them, grinding their erections - already hot and hard and slick-tipped – together in an instinctive thrust to conquer and take. Sean pushed the jar aside, growling into his lover’s ear. “Got the whole fuckin’ lot for ye, later. Coconut-lime lotion, bath stuff, candles…”
“Any cookies?” Viggo asked, not caring in the least as he raised his head to shut Sean up and fight for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into his heated mouth, moaning as he felt his own welcomed and sucked in.
Sean helplessly pulled away as another wave of need took him and he thrust his groin against Viggo’s, crying out at the exquisite sensation, his mind blinded of thought as he gave into a need so primal that it superseded all else.
He pulled his head down, curling it against his lover’s shoulder, pumping harder as he felt Viggo meet him stroke for stroke. His brain kept trying to intercede but his body wouldn’t listen but somewhere - forgotten but not - he knew that he wanted to be taken. Tonight he wanted to be fully owned by this person he loved like no other.
“No, Viggo, no…no…,” he murmured. The words kept coming but neither man stopped until Sean finally bit the other man’s throat greedily, almost angrily. “Stop!”
Catching Sean by surprise, Viggo rolled over onto him, straddling him and pinning his arms down, breathing heavily and looking at him through hazy blue eyes. He started rambling, lust and love rolling out in words. “Don’t want to stop…I want you so much, Sean. Love you so much…” He laughed but it was a poor distraction from his throbbing need. “I want to feel you…all of you. Baby…?”
“I thought that’s where we were finally headed! The special lotion and everything!” Sean sputtered and Viggo giggled and kisses cooled and heated all at once.
“Sean, I won’t…can’t last long after that…”
“Ye still talk too much, Viggo,” Sean said with an upward thrust of his hips that drove his hard cock against his lover’s ass, a fierce, almost angry cry of frustration breaking from his clenched lips. He struggled, his face determined as he pinned Viggo beneath him and took his lips and his throat and his chest and his abdomen and his cock with his mouth in a way that spoke of hunger and passion and finally, freedom.
Viggo pulled away again, sensitized to the point of pain as he fought off his orgasm. “Please, Sean. You have me…you have me…”
Sean kissed him deeply at the words, every nerve ending in him aching with love and need. “I’ve got ye, love. I do…fuck me…please, Viggo… I’m yours…forever.”
Greedily nipping at any skin within reach, Viggo shifted, half-leaning against the headboard and pulling Sean between his spread legs, tilting his head back and kissing him for a long time, slowing them both down only slightly as he worked well-slicked fingers around the opening to his lover’s body. He felt Sean push against his hand and watched his chiseled face, a picture of exquisite sensuality: eyes narrow fires of green, lips slightly apart and stroked by his tongue and his throat unguardedly offered with each new sound of pleasure.
“Viggo…” Sean groaned, his green eyes locked onto Viggo’s blue ones. “I need you to fuck me…please. I need this…”
It all became simple again. Viggo whispered Sean’s name in every exhalation and the soft and welcoming sound that was for them alone drifted free and straight to Sean’s heart. Viggo loved him with his hands and his mouth and tongue, readying him the entire time, and finally he pushed his groin to him, his thick and heated cock circling and circling and then sliding through the tightness into a feeling he’d always thought was a lie.
The arch of Sean’s body brought him closer and his moan meant everything and it became all about fucking and feeling and lights behind it all. He stroked Sean’s cock in ragged timing with his own movements, feeling his mate’s reactions in his hand and in the clenching of his body around him. They fought against each other and for each other and bit and kissed and came with shudders and cries that made them the very same for long, disorienting echoes of exquisite pleasure-pain.
Viggo fell forward over his lover’s body, their sweat and come mingling. He kissed and murmured, willfully abandoning words for taste, smell and touch.
Sean struggled with new sensations and his body jerked as his lover moved to withdraw. “No. Not yet, Vig.” Tears slid back into his hair and he breathed deep through his mouth, fighting for composure.
“Sean? Love?”
“I just love ye so fuckin’ much, Viggo.”
Viggo smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him lightly, nipping gently at his swollen bottom lip.
“I just love ye so fuckin’ much, too, Sean,” he said in a hopelessly bad Sheffield accent that made them both laugh and collapse together in a sweaty, musky, coconut-and-limey mess.
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“Ye know that my writing is starting to really move along now, right, Vig? You’ve got me mind working again.” He grabbed the other man as he moved across the kitchen and yanked him close.
“Got other parts working pretty well, too, I’d add.” He grinned as he took another bit of Cuban toast, playfully pushing Viggo toward his own seat.
“Ye ever been to Pennsylvania?”
“Yeah…long time ago. Dry. No beach. Pretty mountains though.” He was drinking coffee and sketching abstractedly on the edge of Sean’s crossword puzzle which was suddenly pulled away from him.
He looked up in surprise and saw happily glittering green eyes looking right at him.
“Fancy going there again?”
“Pennsylvania?”
“Just for a month, maybe two. I need to fill some gaps in my research and ye can be in a new spot for a while. Take a break and get fresh ideas – paint and write and take pictures. Say you’ll go.” Sean’s smile was so broad and hopeful that Viggo laughed as he nodded.
“Say when. The Conch Train will just have to do without me for a while, I guess!”
“There are a lot of tours to run up there, ye know. Ye can dress up as Lincoln and do the Gettysburg Address or do another one of those blasted ghost tours or anything like that,” Sean teased.
He abruptly quit taking the piss when Viggo shoved him back to bite at his throat, straddling him and rocking his groin against his rapidly hardening cock.
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The smoked mullet and yellow grits had Sean swooning again. They all sat in the tiny little courtyard, listening to music and each other and cats and nothing at all.
“Sean made me wear this shirt,” Viggo complained. And complained. And complained. “It’s brand new and scratchy. And just one color. ”
“And tasteful,” added Sean.
“And attractive. Blue’s a good color for you, baby,” Kay said.
“Although it does look a little less fire-retardant than what you usually wear,” D offered, picking at leftovers and winking at Viggo who gave him a beer bottle salute.
Viggo harrumphed and walked around to poke at things – fussing with the smokehouse and peeking into D’s work shed – while the others enjoyed more food and quiet talk.
“He really does look handsome, doesn’t he?” Sean’s comment was more of a statement than a question and his eyes followed his lover’s movements through the shadowed corners of the patio.
Squeezing his forearm, Kay leaned over to kiss his cheek. “The two of you together are drop-dead gorgeous, sweetheart.”
D cleared his throat and she leaned the other way to kiss him soundly and then whisper things in his ear that made him leer a little.
“Hey!”
Everyone jumped at Viggo’s exclamation.
“Why’s Six-Toes Louie here?” Carrying his cat, he came back into the light around the table and drew back from him at once, practically dropping him in Sean’s lap.
“And why the fuck is he wearing a bowtie?!”
Sean would have laughed had he not been busy making sure nothing important was getting scratched but Kay and D had no such restriction and they chuckled at his indignation.
“He just needed a visit with Snake and Tuft, baby. No big deal.”
He glared at her suspiciously. “Louie is not a real social butterfly, Kay. Why’s my cat-“
“Our cat,” Sean interjected helpfully.
Viggo turned to him, blue eyes wide. “You brought him? Don’t get it.”
Sean just grinned at him.
“Baby? I’m gonna grab dessert. It’s got chocolate. See? Chocolate? Happy times! Chocolate!”
Viggo shot her a warning glance and she snorted before running into the house, Louie unhappily cradled in her arms like a baby.
“What’s going on, Sean?” Viggo’s voice was soft and his brow was dimpled with confusion.
“C’mere, love. Come closer and let me tell ye again how much I love ye.”
“I love you, too, Sean.”
Smiling, Sean settled his lover into one of the fold-up chairs and then slowly knelt before him, taking Viggo’s hands into his own.
“Sean?”
“I love ye, Viggo, and you’ve helped my life become something new. It’s made up of different things now. Love is brighter and warmer and worth fighting for. Beauty is simple and ye don’t have to go looking for it. Ocean water and waves are part of our souls and thunder and lightning our passions and I can’t live without them now either. Cats should have six toes and whistles should be made of palm fronds and I’m no longer just resting my eyes. I see the world now, Viggo. I see it in a way you taught me and I don’t want to go back to whatever was before because it wasn’t true. It wasn’t the world. It was everything between me and the world.
“I’m privileged to love a man who is the most gentle and giving soul I’ve ever known and yet still has the heart of a lion. You’ve made me see balance: that strength is an ability to let yourself love and hope when you’ve no reason to.
“There’s a journey behind never to be forgotten and it will come with us into the future in its own way but I ask ye now to let me be with ye on all that journey to come, Viggo. Will ye let us be together forever?”
He felt calm suddenly, wondering where his words came from because they weren’t the ones he’d struggled to so carefully script ahead of time. These were by far more true and right and his heart strained with the love that went with each sentence.
Viggo leaned down for a long kiss. “Don’t kneel. Don’t ever kneel.”
Sean smiled and stood, holding Viggo close. “Well, sometimes you can kneel, just not right now.” Viggo chuckled and Sean squeezed him tighter, laughing.
He fumbled in his pocket for a minute and then Sean had in his hand two simple gold bands.
“Say ‘yes’ to wearing my ring as a symbol of all that you are to me,” he whispered against Viggo’s ear.
His lover held his bottom lip between his teeth and a frown formed between his eyebrows. He looked at the rings and seemed almost lost and then he looked up at Sean.
“I never even considered… I never would have thought of rings…”
“No, Viggo, no,” soothed Sean, kissing him again. “You think of a new room for a forever love and a desk in the corner to help me write, you gave me your chair under the banyan and you hung Ms. Russell’s sun catcher over the kitchen sink so I can see it when I cook.”
He felt Viggo’s half-laugh against his body and saw him start to speak.
“You’re not gonna take me bloody ring, are ye?”
“I am! Just shut up for a minute!”
“Madman.”
“Repressed Englishm-.” Viggo didn’t even make it through his comeback before they were both laughing again.
“Sean, you found some part of me and saved it. I couldn’t even see it anymore – it was too small and I’d forgotten where I’d hidden it.” Viggo looked Sean in the eye and something more than love passed between them then and it ended in a faint nod and foreheads pressed together.
“Have I mentioned that ye talk too much?” teased Sean, pushing his hips against Viggo’s who pointedly ignored him.
“I couldn’t even begin to imagine that my love for you wouldn’t hurt you and then somehow it didn’t…” Viggo’s words started coming faster and faster, a grin accompanying them. “…and you stuck it out and somehow I didn’t drive you mad – haven’t yet – and you became the only person I could think of and now I can’t stop-“
Sean was tickling him now. “Take the bloody ring!”
“…just one more thing, Sean,” Viggo said and his eyes were a calm and serene sea. “I love you completely. You saved me but then found a way to let me be my own man again; let me find my own strength. You’re a beautiful man inside and out and I couldn’t be luckier or happier than I am right now.”
He pushed his hands into Sean’s hair and pulled him into a burning kiss that went on and on until he heard the door from the house open and Kay calling out.
“Is it safe?”
Laughing, Sean yelled, “Not quite! He’s bloody difficult, ye know!”
Viggo playfully snatched a ring from Sean’s palm and then stopped as though struck by what he held. His eyes locked on Sean’s and he kissed the circle of gold before sliding it in its place on his lover’s hand. Sean did the same for him and then gave the “all clear” for Kay and D who came out bearing a huge bread pudding with bourbon sauce, all decorated with “S + V” in the chocolates that had brought about their first real kiss.
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“This is for me?”
Kay nodded happily. “Yep! The occasion calls for gifts, doesn’t it? Come here, Snake.”
Six-Toes Louie, Tuft and Snake were none too happy about the bowties tied to their collars and couldn’t care less about whatever was being celebrated but D was setting a plate of mullet down for them and that was worth squabbling over so the cats gave the humans a wide berth and settled in for an after-dinner snack.
A sudden shout from Sean and a wild hoot from Kay caused them to scatter for a moment as a box went flying and something started fluttering all over the place.
“Oh good God, she really did.” D’s head thumped on the table as Sean caught Kay in a corner and threatened to make her wear the pink grass skirt first. Viggo patted him on the shoulder and told him that it was his fault since he’d been the one to marry her after all.
“Well here then, you fool,” D sighed exaggeratedly, reaching behind an ice chest. “Thought I’d get ya’ll something, too. Might want to tell your man to get his pink, plastic ass over here.”
“Sean! Quit tormenting Kay. Just for a second! We have another present to open!” Viggo waved the flat package over his head, catching Sean’s attention.
“Whot is it?” Sean sat on the arm of Viggo’s chair, crumpled skirt sticking to his arms and legs as he tried to throw it on the table, keeping an eye on Kay as she slid closer.
“Well, let’s see. It’s wrapped in paper so I don’t know yet! It’s okay, dear…I’ll take care of you in your dotage.”
Sean glared at him and snatched the gift away, tearing from his side as Viggo ripped into it from the other. The unwrapped book hit the table with a loud clatter and both of them saw it at once, laughing madly as D opened it and started demonstrating some of the pages in A Pop Up Guide to Gay Sex.
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It was late and quieting down and Viggo and Kay were together under the moon and he slow-danced with her in a way Sean had never seen from him before. He looked at D and gestured at them with a tilt of his head and a smile on his face before he started walking toward the house.
“Time for a beer run, wouldn’t ya say, Sean?”
“Aye, I would, D.”
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“I made this for you. You don’t have to wear it. It’s not something I ever did before and it’s not very good-“
She stopped talking and held out her hand to him and he saw that it was shaking.
“Kay?”
“Take it, baby.”
She dropped it into his palm and he watched her face for a long moment before he looked down. When he did, he felt his love for her hit him like a physical force and tears that were just for the two of them slid down his face.
“Baby, I just-. You know how I feel. I just want you to know that you are always in my heart. I shaped it out of silver. It’s not perfect but neither are we and I hoped you’d understand. We aren’t like people expect us to be – we’ll always be us – and I love you so much-“ She fumbled for words.
He dropped into a chair and pulled her with him, half on his lap.
“It’s perfect, Kay.” The tears hadn’t stopped and his eyes were red and she thought back to that night at the water’s edge when he’d shared his admission ticket. For just the slightest of seconds, her brain started to go in that circle of worry and fear it had known for so long and then she saw everything else that was in his eyes now and remembered that it all had changed.
She watched him open his hand again and look at the roughly hammered piece of silver that made a heart. It wasn’t what anyone would call normal; it didn’t have easy curves and a smooth surface. It was awful and it was perfect and when Kay showed him the one she wore that hung on a leather cord around her neck, he gestured for her to place his where it belonged as well.
She leaned her forehead against his and they just took a moment, each remembering.
“I love you, Kay,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, baby. Hurry home. And if you don’t, carry my heart with you forever.”
“I already do, Kay. You know that I already do.”
He kissed her forehead and she let herself be comforted and through the quiet sniffling, Viggo finally spoke.
“Kay, you know that this looks nothing like a heart at all, right?”
She laughed madly and nodded and her crying started anew. He curved his hand around the back of her head and held her close, feeling his tears fall half on his hand and half on her hair as he told her all the things she meant to him.
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“You know it’ll be like 1,300 miles, right? All alone in a car with me…talking and fidgeting and-“
“Being you.”
“Yep. Sorry about that.”
Sean kissed him soundly.
“I’m not. Not at all.”
Viggo grinned. “So this Gettysburg place…it’s in Pennsylvania and all…no beaches and not a whole lot of thunderstorms. How’s that gonna work? I’m feeling a little landlocked already.”
“I could leave ye here with Kay. Since she’s watching the cottage anyway, she could feed ye and look after ye. Check ye for fleas and occasional drunkenness.”
“Not nice, Sean. Long trip. Don’t forget it.”
“I’ll not ever forget it, love. It will be a nice, long trip – from now until forever – and we’ll do it all together.”
“But really just 1,300 miles worth, huh? After that I'm on my own again. Is that what you're saying?”
His eyes widened at the look he got in return.
“Kidding…I’m sorry! I know, I know…”
He started backing away, a big grin on his face. Any other comments he may have made were lost in Sean’s kiss and forgotten as they headed back to their bed for a one last farewell.
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~ shegollum
Title: Keys – Chapter 29/29 *THE END*
Author: Shegollum
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: NC-17 over the long haul
Disclaimer: I do not know these people in any way, shape or form and everything depicted herein is simply a product of my imagination.
Warnings: M/M. Angst over the long haul but all will end in a happy place
IT IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THE WARNING BEHIND THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As revealed in recent chapters, this story deals with descriptions of rape, including childhood sexual abuse. It broke my heart to write and might break your heart to read. Please understand that I in no way take this subject lightly and treat it with all seriousness, respect and sympathy for those who’ve endured it. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF THIS TOPIC IS TOO MUCH!
A/N: The Keys are one of my favorite places and I’ve been there many times and at a number of times of the year. I’m going to play a bit of the tourist and throw in some local color and augment it with some pictures. All of the chapters will be behind cuts and picture sizes will be relatively small.
Also, I like to have Sean use “ye” in some of his speech but when I use “you” that is not a mistake. I ‘hear’ him saying it differently based on his emphasis.
Summary: Viggo is a sun- and rum-soaked artist in the Florida Keys who has a very strict routine dedicated to all that is non-routine. Sean is a man in need of a break who has ventured as far as he can from everything he knows as ‘normal’. Key West is a small island where losing one’s mind is highly encouraged and a badge of honor.
“Hi,” Sean murmured sleepily, nuzzling against Viggo who, for some slightly annoying reason, wasn’t snuggled against him but had just sat down on the edge of the bed and was pressing close and biting his earlobe. Sean smiled softly at the smell of paint and turpentine and he scooched closer to flop his upper body across Viggo’s lap, his arms going around his waist.
“You’re lazy, you know that?” Viggo whispered, brushing his fingers through Sean’s hair and refining yet again his stored images of just exactly how his lover’s lashes touched his cheek. He leaned on one arm to curl them closer together, smiling just because Sean smiled.
“I brought cookies, Kay. Still love me?” Viggo had slinked guiltily into A Constant State of Disrepair and now looked up at her – an absolutely perfect picture of pure and pitiful – and mightily exaggerated - sorrow and regret in one six foot tall wall of bad shirt.
The blonde woman laughed – Viggo’s façade broke momentarily at her soft, silly snort – and she left her work, dropping a set of batik wall hangings on the counter to be arranged later. She peered at him for a long moment, feigning seriousness, and then she held out her hand, palm side up. He grinned and handed over the coconut and lime patties.
Tilting her head to one side, Kay continued her slow perusal, finally reaching out with her other hand, silently waiting. She started to smile only when he frowned and handed over the half-eaten second box.
“Yeah…I still love you.” Her voice was soft and serious. “You’re still the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever known and I’ll love you forever, baby. Never stopped and never will.”
“Enough to give me back the box of cookies I already started on?”
“Don’t push it.” She smirked at Viggo and let herself be wrapped in a hug so tight and strong and different that it surprised her and warmed her all at once.
“It’s right, isn’t it?” she whispered in his ear, smiling when he nodded.
She pulled away to hold his face gently in her hands. “It’s a bit scary, too. It’s what we want and then it starts happening and it’s terrifying.”
When Viggo smiled ruefully, she leaned in to push his hair back and kiss him lightly on his forehead. “Don’t be scared, baby. I think he’s right, too.”
Those remarkable blue eyes latched on to Kay’s and Viggo spoke gruffly. “For the first time, I can see that, Kay. I never understood what it was or how it could be. How someone could feel that way – especially for someone as fucked up as me. And it’s always hurt so goddamned much to get close to anyone. If I started to feel anything, it was- well, you know all of it. And all those old experiences seem less…not less real…and not forgotten, never forgotten…but almost like I can find a way to grow another foundation right next to all of that and it can be brighter and stronger.”
Kay was nodding and her expression was soft but intense as she listened but a smile as big as all the sea danced in her eyes.
“It doesn’t hurt at all to love him, Kay. It’s warm and…even and fair and equal in a way that just is…does that make sense? It’s easy and its home and I love him so much…so much…”
“Do you still dream of the old things?” Kay asked, pulling him over to sit beside her.
“Yeah, but not nearly as much.”
“And he’s there, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Kay. Sean’s there. Every single time.” His voice broke and he looked at her and they shared a smile different than any they had before.
“So what are ya doin’ anyway? And why does it have to be in my chair?”
“I thought it was our chair,” Sean mumbled, not really listening. His attention was focused on the legal pad balanced on the wide arm of the old Adirondack as he read and scribbled and wrote. Viggo smiled to see other papers and books piled in his lap and a few more on the patio below. He’d just come out to join him, bringing fresh beers and the plastic giraffe from his own pile of papers and journals.
“Here,” he said, plunking the giraffe down just above where Sean wrote. “He’s my muse.” He snatched the toy back up and adjusted his neck and head so that he’d look straight up into Sean’s face and then he carefully put him back into place, smiling ridiculously at the other man as he did so.
Sean pushed his reading glasses up on his head and scowled first at the giraffe and then at him – only more so.
“For two afternoons now, you’ve let me write. I know it’s damn near killed ye to behave.” Sean smiled and suddenly jumped up, papers and books flying everywhere. “So, are ye trying to tell me that ye can’t take being good anymore?”
He quickly had his lover in a solid embrace, pinning his arms to his sides and the cold beers between them as he kissed him hungrily.
“Can I convince ye to be bad then? I was all alone with the 20th Maine on the southern slope of Little Round Top about to be hammered by Confederate forces and my mind kept drifting off to thoughts of a horribly tacky shirt being pulled off a wonderfully beautiful body.” Sean sucked at the soft lobe of Viggo’s ear. “My imaginary lover wasn’t so cold though,” he snickered, pulling away from the sweating bottles between them and setting them aside.
Viggo’s eyes were narrowed and he bit his bottom lip as though to keep a hunger under control. His gaze traveled every line of Sean’s face, almost ending at his lips but needing to see the beauty of his eyes again.
His lover’s expression was a gentle surprise to him and it was a gift. Sean wanted him – that was open and clear – but somewhere behind the need was a new realization.
“We’re different, Viggo. You’re different and so am I and it all just gets better every day. You’ve made me stronger. I love ye more than I’ve been able to say or show.” He whispered his words, burying the beginnings and ends in brushes of lips and tongues.
Desire for his taste and touch, for him to be naked against him was Viggo’s response. “Please,” he murmured.
Their hands were twined and their clothed bodies pressed tight. “Let’s try out that bed again, okay? Now. Forever. It’s all new, Sean. Everything is new.” He lost his words, his heart, and the sewn together shreds of what might be a soul in the warm, secret curve of Sean’s ear as he led them to their bedroom.
“Get back here… Sean…” Viggo scrambled after him on the big bed, half-annoyed that Sean was fussing with something on his side of the bed. “I’m not through kissing you, you greedy bastard.”
Sean laughed but kept digging in his nightstand drawer, groaning a little as Viggo moved closer and ran a wet, wiggly tongue up the side of his throat.
“We have everything we need over in my nightstand. You know this, right? Since we practically have to pack an overnight bag to get to this side, why don’t we just-“
“Shut it, Viggo! Ha!” Sean pulled a jar from the nightstand drawer, victorious! “This is for you. Something special.” He turned it so the label was just so and handed it over.
Viggo’s eyes lit up and he rolled over with a laugh. “The cookies?! Sexual aid based on my love of – lust for! – coconut lime patties?”
Sean rolled over him, playing at getting the scented body butter back.
“God, I love you,” he murmured as he pushed Viggo onto his back and nudged his legs open to slide between them, grinding their erections - already hot and hard and slick-tipped – together in an instinctive thrust to conquer and take. Sean pushed the jar aside, growling into his lover’s ear. “Got the whole fuckin’ lot for ye, later. Coconut-lime lotion, bath stuff, candles…”
“Any cookies?” Viggo asked, not caring in the least as he raised his head to shut Sean up and fight for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into his heated mouth, moaning as he felt his own welcomed and sucked in.
Sean helplessly pulled away as another wave of need took him and he thrust his groin against Viggo’s, crying out at the exquisite sensation, his mind blinded of thought as he gave into a need so primal that it superseded all else.
He pulled his head down, curling it against his lover’s shoulder, pumping harder as he felt Viggo meet him stroke for stroke. His brain kept trying to intercede but his body wouldn’t listen but somewhere - forgotten but not - he knew that he wanted to be taken. Tonight he wanted to be fully owned by this person he loved like no other.
“No, Viggo, no…no…,” he murmured. The words kept coming but neither man stopped until Sean finally bit the other man’s throat greedily, almost angrily. “Stop!”
Catching Sean by surprise, Viggo rolled over onto him, straddling him and pinning his arms down, breathing heavily and looking at him through hazy blue eyes. He started rambling, lust and love rolling out in words. “Don’t want to stop…I want you so much, Sean. Love you so much…” He laughed but it was a poor distraction from his throbbing need. “I want to feel you…all of you. Baby…?”
“I thought that’s where we were finally headed! The special lotion and everything!” Sean sputtered and Viggo giggled and kisses cooled and heated all at once.
“Sean, I won’t…can’t last long after that…”
“Ye still talk too much, Viggo,” Sean said with an upward thrust of his hips that drove his hard cock against his lover’s ass, a fierce, almost angry cry of frustration breaking from his clenched lips. He struggled, his face determined as he pinned Viggo beneath him and took his lips and his throat and his chest and his abdomen and his cock with his mouth in a way that spoke of hunger and passion and finally, freedom.
Viggo pulled away again, sensitized to the point of pain as he fought off his orgasm. “Please, Sean. You have me…you have me…”
Sean kissed him deeply at the words, every nerve ending in him aching with love and need. “I’ve got ye, love. I do…fuck me…please, Viggo… I’m yours…forever.”
Greedily nipping at any skin within reach, Viggo shifted, half-leaning against the headboard and pulling Sean between his spread legs, tilting his head back and kissing him for a long time, slowing them both down only slightly as he worked well-slicked fingers around the opening to his lover’s body. He felt Sean push against his hand and watched his chiseled face, a picture of exquisite sensuality: eyes narrow fires of green, lips slightly apart and stroked by his tongue and his throat unguardedly offered with each new sound of pleasure.
“Viggo…” Sean groaned, his green eyes locked onto Viggo’s blue ones. “I need you to fuck me…please. I need this…”
It all became simple again. Viggo whispered Sean’s name in every exhalation and the soft and welcoming sound that was for them alone drifted free and straight to Sean’s heart. Viggo loved him with his hands and his mouth and tongue, readying him the entire time, and finally he pushed his groin to him, his thick and heated cock circling and circling and then sliding through the tightness into a feeling he’d always thought was a lie.
The arch of Sean’s body brought him closer and his moan meant everything and it became all about fucking and feeling and lights behind it all. He stroked Sean’s cock in ragged timing with his own movements, feeling his mate’s reactions in his hand and in the clenching of his body around him. They fought against each other and for each other and bit and kissed and came with shudders and cries that made them the very same for long, disorienting echoes of exquisite pleasure-pain.
Viggo fell forward over his lover’s body, their sweat and come mingling. He kissed and murmured, willfully abandoning words for taste, smell and touch.
Sean struggled with new sensations and his body jerked as his lover moved to withdraw. “No. Not yet, Vig.” Tears slid back into his hair and he breathed deep through his mouth, fighting for composure.
“Sean? Love?”
“I just love ye so fuckin’ much, Viggo.”
Viggo smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him lightly, nipping gently at his swollen bottom lip.
“I just love ye so fuckin’ much, too, Sean,” he said in a hopelessly bad Sheffield accent that made them both laugh and collapse together in a sweaty, musky, coconut-and-limey mess.
“Ye know that my writing is starting to really move along now, right, Vig? You’ve got me mind working again.” He grabbed the other man as he moved across the kitchen and yanked him close.
“Got other parts working pretty well, too, I’d add.” He grinned as he took another bit of Cuban toast, playfully pushing Viggo toward his own seat.
“Ye ever been to Pennsylvania?”
“Yeah…long time ago. Dry. No beach. Pretty mountains though.” He was drinking coffee and sketching abstractedly on the edge of Sean’s crossword puzzle which was suddenly pulled away from him.
He looked up in surprise and saw happily glittering green eyes looking right at him.
“Fancy going there again?”
“Pennsylvania?”
“Just for a month, maybe two. I need to fill some gaps in my research and ye can be in a new spot for a while. Take a break and get fresh ideas – paint and write and take pictures. Say you’ll go.” Sean’s smile was so broad and hopeful that Viggo laughed as he nodded.
“Say when. The Conch Train will just have to do without me for a while, I guess!”
“There are a lot of tours to run up there, ye know. Ye can dress up as Lincoln and do the Gettysburg Address or do another one of those blasted ghost tours or anything like that,” Sean teased.
He abruptly quit taking the piss when Viggo shoved him back to bite at his throat, straddling him and rocking his groin against his rapidly hardening cock.
The smoked mullet and yellow grits had Sean swooning again. They all sat in the tiny little courtyard, listening to music and each other and cats and nothing at all.
“Sean made me wear this shirt,” Viggo complained. And complained. And complained. “It’s brand new and scratchy. And just one color. ”
“And tasteful,” added Sean.
“And attractive. Blue’s a good color for you, baby,” Kay said.
“Although it does look a little less fire-retardant than what you usually wear,” D offered, picking at leftovers and winking at Viggo who gave him a beer bottle salute.
Viggo harrumphed and walked around to poke at things – fussing with the smokehouse and peeking into D’s work shed – while the others enjoyed more food and quiet talk.
“He really does look handsome, doesn’t he?” Sean’s comment was more of a statement than a question and his eyes followed his lover’s movements through the shadowed corners of the patio.
Squeezing his forearm, Kay leaned over to kiss his cheek. “The two of you together are drop-dead gorgeous, sweetheart.”
D cleared his throat and she leaned the other way to kiss him soundly and then whisper things in his ear that made him leer a little.
“Hey!”
Everyone jumped at Viggo’s exclamation.
“Why’s Six-Toes Louie here?” Carrying his cat, he came back into the light around the table and drew back from him at once, practically dropping him in Sean’s lap.
“And why the fuck is he wearing a bowtie?!”
Sean would have laughed had he not been busy making sure nothing important was getting scratched but Kay and D had no such restriction and they chuckled at his indignation.
“He just needed a visit with Snake and Tuft, baby. No big deal.”
He glared at her suspiciously. “Louie is not a real social butterfly, Kay. Why’s my cat-“
“Our cat,” Sean interjected helpfully.
Viggo turned to him, blue eyes wide. “You brought him? Don’t get it.”
Sean just grinned at him.
“Baby? I’m gonna grab dessert. It’s got chocolate. See? Chocolate? Happy times! Chocolate!”
Viggo shot her a warning glance and she snorted before running into the house, Louie unhappily cradled in her arms like a baby.
“What’s going on, Sean?” Viggo’s voice was soft and his brow was dimpled with confusion.
“C’mere, love. Come closer and let me tell ye again how much I love ye.”
“I love you, too, Sean.”
Smiling, Sean settled his lover into one of the fold-up chairs and then slowly knelt before him, taking Viggo’s hands into his own.
“Sean?”
“I love ye, Viggo, and you’ve helped my life become something new. It’s made up of different things now. Love is brighter and warmer and worth fighting for. Beauty is simple and ye don’t have to go looking for it. Ocean water and waves are part of our souls and thunder and lightning our passions and I can’t live without them now either. Cats should have six toes and whistles should be made of palm fronds and I’m no longer just resting my eyes. I see the world now, Viggo. I see it in a way you taught me and I don’t want to go back to whatever was before because it wasn’t true. It wasn’t the world. It was everything between me and the world.
“I’m privileged to love a man who is the most gentle and giving soul I’ve ever known and yet still has the heart of a lion. You’ve made me see balance: that strength is an ability to let yourself love and hope when you’ve no reason to.
“There’s a journey behind never to be forgotten and it will come with us into the future in its own way but I ask ye now to let me be with ye on all that journey to come, Viggo. Will ye let us be together forever?”
He felt calm suddenly, wondering where his words came from because they weren’t the ones he’d struggled to so carefully script ahead of time. These were by far more true and right and his heart strained with the love that went with each sentence.
Viggo leaned down for a long kiss. “Don’t kneel. Don’t ever kneel.”
Sean smiled and stood, holding Viggo close. “Well, sometimes you can kneel, just not right now.” Viggo chuckled and Sean squeezed him tighter, laughing.
He fumbled in his pocket for a minute and then Sean had in his hand two simple gold bands.
“Say ‘yes’ to wearing my ring as a symbol of all that you are to me,” he whispered against Viggo’s ear.
His lover held his bottom lip between his teeth and a frown formed between his eyebrows. He looked at the rings and seemed almost lost and then he looked up at Sean.
“I never even considered… I never would have thought of rings…”
“No, Viggo, no,” soothed Sean, kissing him again. “You think of a new room for a forever love and a desk in the corner to help me write, you gave me your chair under the banyan and you hung Ms. Russell’s sun catcher over the kitchen sink so I can see it when I cook.”
He felt Viggo’s half-laugh against his body and saw him start to speak.
“You’re not gonna take me bloody ring, are ye?”
“I am! Just shut up for a minute!”
“Madman.”
“Repressed Englishm-.” Viggo didn’t even make it through his comeback before they were both laughing again.
“Sean, you found some part of me and saved it. I couldn’t even see it anymore – it was too small and I’d forgotten where I’d hidden it.” Viggo looked Sean in the eye and something more than love passed between them then and it ended in a faint nod and foreheads pressed together.
“Have I mentioned that ye talk too much?” teased Sean, pushing his hips against Viggo’s who pointedly ignored him.
“I couldn’t even begin to imagine that my love for you wouldn’t hurt you and then somehow it didn’t…” Viggo’s words started coming faster and faster, a grin accompanying them. “…and you stuck it out and somehow I didn’t drive you mad – haven’t yet – and you became the only person I could think of and now I can’t stop-“
Sean was tickling him now. “Take the bloody ring!”
“…just one more thing, Sean,” Viggo said and his eyes were a calm and serene sea. “I love you completely. You saved me but then found a way to let me be my own man again; let me find my own strength. You’re a beautiful man inside and out and I couldn’t be luckier or happier than I am right now.”
He pushed his hands into Sean’s hair and pulled him into a burning kiss that went on and on until he heard the door from the house open and Kay calling out.
“Is it safe?”
Laughing, Sean yelled, “Not quite! He’s bloody difficult, ye know!”
Viggo playfully snatched a ring from Sean’s palm and then stopped as though struck by what he held. His eyes locked on Sean’s and he kissed the circle of gold before sliding it in its place on his lover’s hand. Sean did the same for him and then gave the “all clear” for Kay and D who came out bearing a huge bread pudding with bourbon sauce, all decorated with “S + V” in the chocolates that had brought about their first real kiss.
“This is for me?”
Kay nodded happily. “Yep! The occasion calls for gifts, doesn’t it? Come here, Snake.”
Six-Toes Louie, Tuft and Snake were none too happy about the bowties tied to their collars and couldn’t care less about whatever was being celebrated but D was setting a plate of mullet down for them and that was worth squabbling over so the cats gave the humans a wide berth and settled in for an after-dinner snack.
A sudden shout from Sean and a wild hoot from Kay caused them to scatter for a moment as a box went flying and something started fluttering all over the place.
“Oh good God, she really did.” D’s head thumped on the table as Sean caught Kay in a corner and threatened to make her wear the pink grass skirt first. Viggo patted him on the shoulder and told him that it was his fault since he’d been the one to marry her after all.
“Well here then, you fool,” D sighed exaggeratedly, reaching behind an ice chest. “Thought I’d get ya’ll something, too. Might want to tell your man to get his pink, plastic ass over here.”
“Sean! Quit tormenting Kay. Just for a second! We have another present to open!” Viggo waved the flat package over his head, catching Sean’s attention.
“Whot is it?” Sean sat on the arm of Viggo’s chair, crumpled skirt sticking to his arms and legs as he tried to throw it on the table, keeping an eye on Kay as she slid closer.
“Well, let’s see. It’s wrapped in paper so I don’t know yet! It’s okay, dear…I’ll take care of you in your dotage.”
Sean glared at him and snatched the gift away, tearing from his side as Viggo ripped into it from the other. The unwrapped book hit the table with a loud clatter and both of them saw it at once, laughing madly as D opened it and started demonstrating some of the pages in A Pop Up Guide to Gay Sex.
It was late and quieting down and Viggo and Kay were together under the moon and he slow-danced with her in a way Sean had never seen from him before. He looked at D and gestured at them with a tilt of his head and a smile on his face before he started walking toward the house.
“Time for a beer run, wouldn’t ya say, Sean?”
“Aye, I would, D.”
“I made this for you. You don’t have to wear it. It’s not something I ever did before and it’s not very good-“
She stopped talking and held out her hand to him and he saw that it was shaking.
“Kay?”
“Take it, baby.”
She dropped it into his palm and he watched her face for a long moment before he looked down. When he did, he felt his love for her hit him like a physical force and tears that were just for the two of them slid down his face.
“Baby, I just-. You know how I feel. I just want you to know that you are always in my heart. I shaped it out of silver. It’s not perfect but neither are we and I hoped you’d understand. We aren’t like people expect us to be – we’ll always be us – and I love you so much-“ She fumbled for words.
He dropped into a chair and pulled her with him, half on his lap.
“It’s perfect, Kay.” The tears hadn’t stopped and his eyes were red and she thought back to that night at the water’s edge when he’d shared his admission ticket. For just the slightest of seconds, her brain started to go in that circle of worry and fear it had known for so long and then she saw everything else that was in his eyes now and remembered that it all had changed.
She watched him open his hand again and look at the roughly hammered piece of silver that made a heart. It wasn’t what anyone would call normal; it didn’t have easy curves and a smooth surface. It was awful and it was perfect and when Kay showed him the one she wore that hung on a leather cord around her neck, he gestured for her to place his where it belonged as well.
She leaned her forehead against his and they just took a moment, each remembering.
“I love you, Kay,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, baby. Hurry home. And if you don’t, carry my heart with you forever.”
“I already do, Kay. You know that I already do.”
He kissed her forehead and she let herself be comforted and through the quiet sniffling, Viggo finally spoke.
“Kay, you know that this looks nothing like a heart at all, right?”
She laughed madly and nodded and her crying started anew. He curved his hand around the back of her head and held her close, feeling his tears fall half on his hand and half on her hair as he told her all the things she meant to him.
“You know it’ll be like 1,300 miles, right? All alone in a car with me…talking and fidgeting and-“
“Being you.”
“Yep. Sorry about that.”
Sean kissed him soundly.
“I’m not. Not at all.”
Viggo grinned. “So this Gettysburg place…it’s in Pennsylvania and all…no beaches and not a whole lot of thunderstorms. How’s that gonna work? I’m feeling a little landlocked already.”
“I could leave ye here with Kay. Since she’s watching the cottage anyway, she could feed ye and look after ye. Check ye for fleas and occasional drunkenness.”
“Not nice, Sean. Long trip. Don’t forget it.”
“I’ll not ever forget it, love. It will be a nice, long trip – from now until forever – and we’ll do it all together.”
“But really just 1,300 miles worth, huh? After that I'm on my own again. Is that what you're saying?”
His eyes widened at the look he got in return.
“Kidding…I’m sorry! I know, I know…”
He started backing away, a big grin on his face. Any other comments he may have made were lost in Sean’s kiss and forgotten as they headed back to their bed for a one last farewell.
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Date: 2007-05-21 01:07 am (UTC)“Well, sometimes you can kneel, just not right now.”
and have me laughing without spoiling the mood of the scene at all. [snicker] Good job and good story. [hugz]
Angie
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Date: 2007-05-21 01:50 am (UTC)*sniffs* It's done... I'm going to miss them, miss their humanity and reality. What an incredible, wonderful, amazing rollercoaster of a ride you took us on. *hugs* Thank you so very much for this... I will truly miss them.... (until the next time I read it)
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Date: 2007-05-30 08:02 pm (UTC)"...miss their humanity and reality." ==> This flatters me greatly!
And I love to hear that you will read it again. I want to do so as well but not until I am further removed from it. *frets over what horrors I may find in my writing, grammer, etc. upon a full re-read LOL*
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Date: 2007-05-31 01:47 am (UTC)As for the writing/grammer.... *winks* they are their own reality. I think I shall scour your journal looking for more to read; can anyone say 'added to must read author list'?
*hugs* It was my immense pleasure to go along for the ride.
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Date: 2007-05-21 02:29 am (UTC)Lanie
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Date: 2007-05-21 03:44 am (UTC)thank you for sharing your talent.
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Date: 2007-06-14 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 08:16 am (UTC)But I have enjoyed this (not my OTP) story, and look forward to finding out What Happened Next. i'd like to think I'll post a "final" comment when I've read it all, in the meantime, Thank You!
Cheers :)
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Date: 2007-05-22 11:33 pm (UTC)And that Sean and Vig can be so playful now after all that emotional rollercoaster, and y'know, everything! *flails a little*
Well done, my dear! Well done! :D
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Date: 2007-06-14 09:04 pm (UTC)Thanks, as always, for hanging in there and letting me know you liked it. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-06-14 07:35 pm (UTC)I know I enjoyed the first few parts, so I look forward to being able to read it all.
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Date: 2007-06-14 08:56 pm (UTC)Glad that you found this again and want to read it. The best/easiest way I can think of is to go to my author archive at http://www.rugbytackling.com/viewuser.php?uid=123
Let me know what you think. :-)
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Date: 2007-06-15 04:01 pm (UTC)