"Inga Interrupts" - E/C # 27 - NC-17
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lukeandmaraThis set of ficlets was written by me ANY ginchy. I wrote the first two sections, and ginchy wrote the last. These are some of our favorites. ENJOY!!!!
INGA INTERRUPTS
by JediMara77 & ginchy
Luke lay on the bed, completely naked, stars in his eyes as his equally naked wife sat astride him. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. He took her tongue into his mouth and stroked it, while bringing up a hand to gently palm her breast. She moaned into his mouth and began to undulate against him. He gasped, but they were swallowed by her hot and wet lips.
He grabbed onto her hips, ready to pull her down on top of him, but she resisted. Luke lifted his head in curiosity, desire shooting through him with her every movement. His wife’s eyes twinkled mischievously and Luke’s cock twitched in response.
“I have an idea,” she purred into his ear.
Luke stared at her. He would not have been surprised if he’d been drooling. “What?” he managed to choke out.
Mara held out her arm in answer. Moments later, a pair of stun cuffs hit her palm with a smack. She dangled them in front of Luke’s face. “You had your fun once. What do you say, Consort? Are you game?”
Luke sighed in pleasure, remembering that night when Mara had let him have his way with her. He lifted his arms above his head in supplication and settled back against the headboard. “Your wish is my command, Empress.”
Mara grinned and leaned forward, taking her time to snap on the cuffs. She hovered over him, her breasts right in his face, and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and sucked on a pert nipple. Mara groaned and rubbed herself against him, her desire clearly evident. Luke smiled to himself and moved to the other nipple, giving it the same loving attention.
Mara groaned again and pushed away from him. She grabbed his chin with her palm and yanked it toward her. “This is my turn, Consort. Got it?”
Luke was so turned on that he could barely nod. “As you wish, Empress.”
“Good.”
Then she was gone.
Luke sat up as much as he could with his hands bound. “Uh…Mara?”
She poked her head back inside the doorway. Somewhere along the way, she’d put on a robe. “Be right back, Farmboy. I forgot something.”
Luke crinkled his brow. “Forgot something?”
“Yes.” That was all Mara said before she left the room again. But Luke let out a moan as she let her intentions pass along their bond. He was in for a fun night.
It was only a few moments before the door slid open again. He sat up in eager anticipation—
Only to let out a horrified squeak and freeze completely. He was so shocked that he forgot he could use the Force to fetch a pillow to cover up.
Their maid, Inga, stood in the room’s other doorway. Her eyes were wide and stifled laughter threatened to erupt from her mouth. But she was used to their antics, and it took her only a few moments to regain her composure. “Master Skywalker. I apologize. I didn’t realize you were…indisposed.”
At that moment the other door, the one Mara had exited, slid open. She waltzed inside, holding a can of whipped cream in one hand and a bowl of chocolate sauce in the other. She opened her mouth to call out to her husband—
And then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Inga, nearly dropping her items in the process.
The maid merely chuckled shook her head. “I apologize, ma’am. I’ll come collect the laundry tomorrow morning. Ring me when you are dressed.” She turned to leave the room, but threw an amused glance over her shoulder before crossing the threshold. “Something tells me that the sheets will need changing tomorrow.”
* * *
Mara stared at Inga as she left the room, her jaw open in shock. She could feel the flush spreading across her face and was very grateful that she’d grabbed a robe before leaving the room.
Luke, on the other hand, was not as fortunate. His blush was spread across his entire body, including his magnificent cock that was no longer looking all that magnificent. Mara gave a little frown and walked over to the bed. Careful not to spill her prizes, she crawled on top of the covers and slithered up next to Luke. She placed a gentle kiss to his ear. “I’m so sorry…I should’ve locked the door…”
He shifted awkwardly, still cuffed to the bed. He glanced down at his soft dick, then back to his wife her hands still filled with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. He cringed. “Sorry. I don’t think I’m up to par anymore…”
Mara gave him another kiss, this one on his lips. She knew that he’d just been horribly embarrassed, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. Still attached to his lips, she swung her leg over Luke’s so that she was straddling him. He responded to her kiss and could feel a telltale twitch in his dick. Pulling away from his lips, she smirked and slithered down his body, finally placing the whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the bed so as to free up her hands.
Luke watched her the entire time, a dazed expression on his face. She could tell through the Force that he was turned on as hell and wanted to grab her, but he was still subject to her every whim…just the way she liked him.
She sat astride his thighs and ran a finger up his cock, which still wasn’t fully hard but getting there by the second. She knew a way to fix that.
But first, she held up a finger and glanced over her shoulder. With a twitch of her finger, the lock on the doors switched to ‘on.’ She turned back to her husband. “Just so my meal doesn’t get interrupted again…”
Picking up the can of whipped cream, she smirked again as she sprayed a generous dollop on the head of his dick. Luke’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as she dipped her head to stuck off all the cream.
“Oh, Mara,” he moaned, throwing his head back against the headboard. Mara was suddenly very glad that she had decided against the soft, padded headboard that the decorators had wanted to push on her.
Luke’s dick was hard as a rock again…just the way she liked it. She aimed the can again, spraying cream in a line across his abdomen. She took her time licking it up, placing kisses every few centimeters as she ate up her prize.
Shifting her weight, being careful to grind against his straining erection, Mara sat up and placed the can at Luke’s mouth. He opened it without having to be prodded. Mara filled his mouth with the sweet treat but covered his lips with hers before he could swallow. Her tongue scooped out a bite of cream and she pulled away, giving a mischievous smile as she watched his throat convulse as he gulped down the cream.
“Do you like chocolate, Consort?” she asked, finally breaking the heated silence.
Luke couldn’t answer; he merely nodded.
Mara opened the bowl and stuck her finger inside. Once it was covered in the sweet desert, Mara placed her finger against Luke’s lips. He sucked it into his mouth hard, but she pulled away before he could get to amorous. She leaned forward again and grinded against his erection. “It’s my turn, Consort.”
He met her gaze, his eyes heated with passion. “Then have your way with me, Empress.”
Mara smiled at him. “I will.”
She preferred chocolate to the cream and lathered a generous amount all over his dick and sac. Taking her time, she started from the bottom and worked her way off, moving torturously slowly. Luke began to writhe underneath her, groaning and moaning for reprieve, all memories of their interruption forgotten.
And Mara wasn’t thinking of that either, so intent as she was on her husband and his—and her—pleasure. She wanted him to scream her name so loud that every person in the Palace heard it. Only with Luke could she go crazy and put aside all her inhibitions. Only with Luke did she feel so free, so safe, so protected…
She projected all these thoughts across the Force and felt him stiffen underneath her, but she pulled away before he could come. She wanted to make this last. Luke gasped out in pleasure and disbelief. “So close, love,” he babbled. “So good…”
“I know, farmboy,” she whispered back, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and rolling her lips over it. She took pity on him then, sucking him to the base, and he shouted out in pleasure.
The bed began to creak as he pulled against the stuncuffs. “Please, Mara…please…”
Mara sat up and scooted up his body, so that his dick was prodding against her pussy. She was just as turned on and wanted him just as badly…
But she placed a finger on his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Call me Empress.”
“Please, Empress…please let me fuck you…”
“And what will you give me, Consort?”
Luke bit his lip. “Everything.”
It was the right answer. Mara descended onto his hot, throbbing staff and they groaned in mutual pleasure and satisfaction. She could feel that he was still close and decided to go for it, riding him for all he was worth. She lifted her hands to grab his and they threaded their fingers together, squeezing as they both tumbled toward the edge…
With his hands bound, Luke could not touch her the way he wanted, so he used the Force instead. Normally they did not use the Force in the bedroom, except for their bond, which was always present, but Mara did not mind in this case. She could feel his tender yet hard touch squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her ass, and then shimmying in between them to caress her clit.
It took only a simple touch and a brush of Luke’s Force presence before Mara screamed out in ecstasy. Luke was right behind her, crying out her name—her real name—as loudly as she had wanted.
She collapsed against him, breathing heavily. They were sweaty and the chocolate sauce had spilled all over the bed, creating a mess. Inga would indeed need to clean the sheets tomorrow. But Mara didn’t care. It was totally worth it.
There was a clink as the cuffs opened and fell to the bed. Luke’s arms enveloped her, warm and strong. “I love you,” he murmured.
“Me too,” Mara said back, feeling contented and listening to his heart beat.
“Mara?” Luke said after a few moments.
“Yeah?”
Her answer was a rather large spray of whipped cream right on her tits.
* * *
Mara squealed as the cold confection hit her nipples, but rolled to her back as Luke’s hot mouth closed over a tight peak and sucked the treat off. She groaned and grabbed his hair, holding him tightly to her breast as he continued to lick and tease, reigniting the smoldering flame of her passion.
He moaned low in his throat as he continued to lap at her breasts, straddling her and leaning forward to push her tits together, running his tongue over each, biting into one tender peak and tugging gently.
Mara growled, squirming under him, but he didn’t stop, suckling harder, alternating between her nipples until each was raw and wet, tingling pleasurably. She murmured his name, pressing her legs together to ease the ache burning there.
He released her breast. “The cream is all gone.”
Mara reached between his legs and pumped his dick, hard again and straining. “You’ll just have to spray me with something else.”
Luke chuckled low in his throat. “Maybe later,” he murmured. “But just now, I want something more that's sweet to eat…”
Mara pushed at his shoulder, catching onto his intention immediately, and liking it. But the Consort needed no prodding, diving eagerly between his Empress’s legs, pushing them up and apart to look at her glistening folds. He licked his lips and Mara’s clit twitched as he targeted it, pressing against it with his tongue.
Her fingers fisted into the sticky sheets as he licked her with the flat of his tongue and she moaned, but screamed when he sharpened his tongue and flicked her. She arched her back into the air, the wet tips of her tits so erotic in the cool air as his hot tongue played with her already sensitized pussy.
“Stick your tongue in me!” Her Consort did as she ordered and she screamed, coming all over his tongue. He lapped up all her hot essence, humming his pleasure at her taste.
She didn’t have a moment to relax as he was suddenly there, his wet mouth kissing her furiously, tongues tangling as he pushed into her body. They had merged in the Force, orgasmic bliss feeding into each other and heightening the tension. One, two, three deep strokes and he was coming again, growling his release into her mouth.
He didn’t bother pulling out, collapsing against her. Mara ran the tips of her nails over his sweaty back, catching her breath. They didn’t speak but laid in a light doze until Luke started sucking happily on her neck. “Found some cream,” he muttered around his mouthful.
Mara chuckled and stretched slightly to slap his ass. “Shower, Consort,” she ordered, pushing at him until he moved.
Luke grumbled but stopped when she raised an eyebrow at him and followed her obediently into the fresher. Inside the large shower stall they relaxed under the hot spray, washing quickly as fatigue started to set in. As they stepped from the shower Luke caught her in his arms and gave her a quick kiss before shaking his head to remove excess water. She shouted and pushed him, wrapping the towel around his head and rubbing hard and vigorously until he managed to wrestle away. She smirked and stepped to the side to dry her hair.
Warm and dry only moments later, she stepped from the room to find Luke making short work of the bed, removing the stained and sticky sheets. She smirked. “Surely you’re not going to call Inga back?”
Luke made a face. “I don’t even think I can look her in the eye in the morning.”
“Believe me, she won’t be looking into your eyes,” Mara teased.
“Ha-ha.” He threw the soiled sheets to the floor and opened the linen chest to grab a fluffy blanket. He took Mara’s hand, pulling her toward the plush couch in the sitting area of the room. “Come on.”
He waved his hand and dimmed the lights further, wrapping the blanket around him and lying on the couch. Mara looked down at him, breaking into a smile when he lifted the blanket in unspoken supplication.
She spooned up next to his warm and naked body, his clean scent alluring. He wrapped his arm and the blanket around her, pulling her back into his body.
He nosed her hair from her ear. “Love you,” he whispered, kissing the lobe.
Mara relaxed into him and smiled, letting her answer flow through their bond. Satiated, full and content, Empress and Consort slept.
INGA INTERRUPTS
by JediMara77 & ginchy
Luke lay on the bed, completely naked, stars in his eyes as his equally naked wife sat astride him. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. He took her tongue into his mouth and stroked it, while bringing up a hand to gently palm her breast. She moaned into his mouth and began to undulate against him. He gasped, but they were swallowed by her hot and wet lips.
He grabbed onto her hips, ready to pull her down on top of him, but she resisted. Luke lifted his head in curiosity, desire shooting through him with her every movement. His wife’s eyes twinkled mischievously and Luke’s cock twitched in response.
“I have an idea,” she purred into his ear.
Luke stared at her. He would not have been surprised if he’d been drooling. “What?” he managed to choke out.
Mara held out her arm in answer. Moments later, a pair of stun cuffs hit her palm with a smack. She dangled them in front of Luke’s face. “You had your fun once. What do you say, Consort? Are you game?”
Luke sighed in pleasure, remembering that night when Mara had let him have his way with her. He lifted his arms above his head in supplication and settled back against the headboard. “Your wish is my command, Empress.”
Mara grinned and leaned forward, taking her time to snap on the cuffs. She hovered over him, her breasts right in his face, and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and sucked on a pert nipple. Mara groaned and rubbed herself against him, her desire clearly evident. Luke smiled to himself and moved to the other nipple, giving it the same loving attention.
Mara groaned again and pushed away from him. She grabbed his chin with her palm and yanked it toward her. “This is my turn, Consort. Got it?”
Luke was so turned on that he could barely nod. “As you wish, Empress.”
“Good.”
Then she was gone.
Luke sat up as much as he could with his hands bound. “Uh…Mara?”
She poked her head back inside the doorway. Somewhere along the way, she’d put on a robe. “Be right back, Farmboy. I forgot something.”
Luke crinkled his brow. “Forgot something?”
“Yes.” That was all Mara said before she left the room again. But Luke let out a moan as she let her intentions pass along their bond. He was in for a fun night.
It was only a few moments before the door slid open again. He sat up in eager anticipation—
Only to let out a horrified squeak and freeze completely. He was so shocked that he forgot he could use the Force to fetch a pillow to cover up.
Their maid, Inga, stood in the room’s other doorway. Her eyes were wide and stifled laughter threatened to erupt from her mouth. But she was used to their antics, and it took her only a few moments to regain her composure. “Master Skywalker. I apologize. I didn’t realize you were…indisposed.”
At that moment the other door, the one Mara had exited, slid open. She waltzed inside, holding a can of whipped cream in one hand and a bowl of chocolate sauce in the other. She opened her mouth to call out to her husband—
And then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Inga, nearly dropping her items in the process.
The maid merely chuckled shook her head. “I apologize, ma’am. I’ll come collect the laundry tomorrow morning. Ring me when you are dressed.” She turned to leave the room, but threw an amused glance over her shoulder before crossing the threshold. “Something tells me that the sheets will need changing tomorrow.”
* * *
Mara stared at Inga as she left the room, her jaw open in shock. She could feel the flush spreading across her face and was very grateful that she’d grabbed a robe before leaving the room.
Luke, on the other hand, was not as fortunate. His blush was spread across his entire body, including his magnificent cock that was no longer looking all that magnificent. Mara gave a little frown and walked over to the bed. Careful not to spill her prizes, she crawled on top of the covers and slithered up next to Luke. She placed a gentle kiss to his ear. “I’m so sorry…I should’ve locked the door…”
He shifted awkwardly, still cuffed to the bed. He glanced down at his soft dick, then back to his wife her hands still filled with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. He cringed. “Sorry. I don’t think I’m up to par anymore…”
Mara gave him another kiss, this one on his lips. She knew that he’d just been horribly embarrassed, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. Still attached to his lips, she swung her leg over Luke’s so that she was straddling him. He responded to her kiss and could feel a telltale twitch in his dick. Pulling away from his lips, she smirked and slithered down his body, finally placing the whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the bed so as to free up her hands.
Luke watched her the entire time, a dazed expression on his face. She could tell through the Force that he was turned on as hell and wanted to grab her, but he was still subject to her every whim…just the way she liked him.
She sat astride his thighs and ran a finger up his cock, which still wasn’t fully hard but getting there by the second. She knew a way to fix that.
But first, she held up a finger and glanced over her shoulder. With a twitch of her finger, the lock on the doors switched to ‘on.’ She turned back to her husband. “Just so my meal doesn’t get interrupted again…”
Picking up the can of whipped cream, she smirked again as she sprayed a generous dollop on the head of his dick. Luke’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as she dipped her head to stuck off all the cream.
“Oh, Mara,” he moaned, throwing his head back against the headboard. Mara was suddenly very glad that she had decided against the soft, padded headboard that the decorators had wanted to push on her.
Luke’s dick was hard as a rock again…just the way she liked it. She aimed the can again, spraying cream in a line across his abdomen. She took her time licking it up, placing kisses every few centimeters as she ate up her prize.
Shifting her weight, being careful to grind against his straining erection, Mara sat up and placed the can at Luke’s mouth. He opened it without having to be prodded. Mara filled his mouth with the sweet treat but covered his lips with hers before he could swallow. Her tongue scooped out a bite of cream and she pulled away, giving a mischievous smile as she watched his throat convulse as he gulped down the cream.
“Do you like chocolate, Consort?” she asked, finally breaking the heated silence.
Luke couldn’t answer; he merely nodded.
Mara opened the bowl and stuck her finger inside. Once it was covered in the sweet desert, Mara placed her finger against Luke’s lips. He sucked it into his mouth hard, but she pulled away before he could get to amorous. She leaned forward again and grinded against his erection. “It’s my turn, Consort.”
He met her gaze, his eyes heated with passion. “Then have your way with me, Empress.”
Mara smiled at him. “I will.”
She preferred chocolate to the cream and lathered a generous amount all over his dick and sac. Taking her time, she started from the bottom and worked her way off, moving torturously slowly. Luke began to writhe underneath her, groaning and moaning for reprieve, all memories of their interruption forgotten.
And Mara wasn’t thinking of that either, so intent as she was on her husband and his—and her—pleasure. She wanted him to scream her name so loud that every person in the Palace heard it. Only with Luke could she go crazy and put aside all her inhibitions. Only with Luke did she feel so free, so safe, so protected…
She projected all these thoughts across the Force and felt him stiffen underneath her, but she pulled away before he could come. She wanted to make this last. Luke gasped out in pleasure and disbelief. “So close, love,” he babbled. “So good…”
“I know, farmboy,” she whispered back, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and rolling her lips over it. She took pity on him then, sucking him to the base, and he shouted out in pleasure.
The bed began to creak as he pulled against the stuncuffs. “Please, Mara…please…”
Mara sat up and scooted up his body, so that his dick was prodding against her pussy. She was just as turned on and wanted him just as badly…
But she placed a finger on his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Call me Empress.”
“Please, Empress…please let me fuck you…”
“And what will you give me, Consort?”
Luke bit his lip. “Everything.”
It was the right answer. Mara descended onto his hot, throbbing staff and they groaned in mutual pleasure and satisfaction. She could feel that he was still close and decided to go for it, riding him for all he was worth. She lifted her hands to grab his and they threaded their fingers together, squeezing as they both tumbled toward the edge…
With his hands bound, Luke could not touch her the way he wanted, so he used the Force instead. Normally they did not use the Force in the bedroom, except for their bond, which was always present, but Mara did not mind in this case. She could feel his tender yet hard touch squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her ass, and then shimmying in between them to caress her clit.
It took only a simple touch and a brush of Luke’s Force presence before Mara screamed out in ecstasy. Luke was right behind her, crying out her name—her real name—as loudly as she had wanted.
She collapsed against him, breathing heavily. They were sweaty and the chocolate sauce had spilled all over the bed, creating a mess. Inga would indeed need to clean the sheets tomorrow. But Mara didn’t care. It was totally worth it.
There was a clink as the cuffs opened and fell to the bed. Luke’s arms enveloped her, warm and strong. “I love you,” he murmured.
“Me too,” Mara said back, feeling contented and listening to his heart beat.
“Mara?” Luke said after a few moments.
“Yeah?”
Her answer was a rather large spray of whipped cream right on her tits.
* * *
Mara squealed as the cold confection hit her nipples, but rolled to her back as Luke’s hot mouth closed over a tight peak and sucked the treat off. She groaned and grabbed his hair, holding him tightly to her breast as he continued to lick and tease, reigniting the smoldering flame of her passion.
He moaned low in his throat as he continued to lap at her breasts, straddling her and leaning forward to push her tits together, running his tongue over each, biting into one tender peak and tugging gently.
Mara growled, squirming under him, but he didn’t stop, suckling harder, alternating between her nipples until each was raw and wet, tingling pleasurably. She murmured his name, pressing her legs together to ease the ache burning there.
He released her breast. “The cream is all gone.”
Mara reached between his legs and pumped his dick, hard again and straining. “You’ll just have to spray me with something else.”
Luke chuckled low in his throat. “Maybe later,” he murmured. “But just now, I want something more that's sweet to eat…”
Mara pushed at his shoulder, catching onto his intention immediately, and liking it. But the Consort needed no prodding, diving eagerly between his Empress’s legs, pushing them up and apart to look at her glistening folds. He licked his lips and Mara’s clit twitched as he targeted it, pressing against it with his tongue.
Her fingers fisted into the sticky sheets as he licked her with the flat of his tongue and she moaned, but screamed when he sharpened his tongue and flicked her. She arched her back into the air, the wet tips of her tits so erotic in the cool air as his hot tongue played with her already sensitized pussy.
“Stick your tongue in me!” Her Consort did as she ordered and she screamed, coming all over his tongue. He lapped up all her hot essence, humming his pleasure at her taste.
She didn’t have a moment to relax as he was suddenly there, his wet mouth kissing her furiously, tongues tangling as he pushed into her body. They had merged in the Force, orgasmic bliss feeding into each other and heightening the tension. One, two, three deep strokes and he was coming again, growling his release into her mouth.
He didn’t bother pulling out, collapsing against her. Mara ran the tips of her nails over his sweaty back, catching her breath. They didn’t speak but laid in a light doze until Luke started sucking happily on her neck. “Found some cream,” he muttered around his mouthful.
Mara chuckled and stretched slightly to slap his ass. “Shower, Consort,” she ordered, pushing at him until he moved.
Luke grumbled but stopped when she raised an eyebrow at him and followed her obediently into the fresher. Inside the large shower stall they relaxed under the hot spray, washing quickly as fatigue started to set in. As they stepped from the shower Luke caught her in his arms and gave her a quick kiss before shaking his head to remove excess water. She shouted and pushed him, wrapping the towel around his head and rubbing hard and vigorously until he managed to wrestle away. She smirked and stepped to the side to dry her hair.
Warm and dry only moments later, she stepped from the room to find Luke making short work of the bed, removing the stained and sticky sheets. She smirked. “Surely you’re not going to call Inga back?”
Luke made a face. “I don’t even think I can look her in the eye in the morning.”
“Believe me, she won’t be looking into your eyes,” Mara teased.
“Ha-ha.” He threw the soiled sheets to the floor and opened the linen chest to grab a fluffy blanket. He took Mara’s hand, pulling her toward the plush couch in the sitting area of the room. “Come on.”
He waved his hand and dimmed the lights further, wrapping the blanket around him and lying on the couch. Mara looked down at him, breaking into a smile when he lifted the blanket in unspoken supplication.
She spooned up next to his warm and naked body, his clean scent alluring. He wrapped his arm and the blanket around her, pulling her back into his body.
He nosed her hair from her ear. “Love you,” he whispered, kissing the lobe.
Mara relaxed into him and smiled, letting her answer flow through their bond. Satiated, full and content, Empress and Consort slept.
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Date: 2012-04-19 01:52 am (UTC)Food-Enhanced Sex!! I had Mark and Kira doing that in my last Journal entry. LOL!
Very hot chapter. Does Luke and Mara get any work done? Not that I'm complaining. ;)
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Date: 2012-04-19 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 01:58 am (UTC)This is one of my FAVES. I love Inga. I love L/M being freaky with the stun cuffs. I love the cream... heh. I loved, loved, loved it when you first wrote it and I like the ending I wrote with them showering and snuggling. E/C FTW!!!!!
We should write MOAR together, girl. >:)
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Date: 2012-04-19 03:07 am (UTC)Great job y'all!
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Date: 2012-04-20 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-19 02:36 am (UTC)MORE! MORE! MOOOOOOOOOAAAAR!
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Date: 2012-04-19 06:56 am (UTC)Now I'm craving chocolate and cream.
You girls are so naughty!
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Date: 2012-04-20 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-20 07:07 pm (UTC)Hot and hilarious!!!!
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Date: 2012-04-20 08:08 pm (UTC)