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Between Four Walls
Dean, Dean/Castiel
NC-17
1613
Set in "The End" 'verse. Thigh holster porn.
Being a leader weighs heavy on Dean's shoulders. He finds a way to relax.

Many thanks for [livejournal.com profile] stellamaris99 for beta-ing and [livejournal.com profile] obstinatrix for cheerleading. ♥♥

For [livejournal.com profile] daggomus_prime, who is awesome. Based loosely on her seriously hot piece of art.


Dean sighs, fingers teasing over his skin as he checks the straps around his thigh. The top one's loose he finds when he straightens his leg; that won't do. He tightens it, adjusts it until there's the hint of a bite into the muscle, until the feel of the straps alone is enough to make his cock twitch where it's curved hard and leaking against his stomach.

He stares down at the bands against his skin, the black in stark contrast to the paleness of his inner thigh, and shudders. Feels jittery and aching and, fuck, he shouldn't touch himself yet, he should draw this out as long as possible. A free evening? He should make it last.

Except his hands smell like gun powder and oil and the holster is heavy against his thigh and every time Dean moves it shifts against him. Makes him aware of his leg and his thigh and the heavy weight of his cock. The holster's a blessing and a curse during the day; handy, but it leaves him aching in his jeans, horny like he hasn't been since he was a teenager, since before this all happened and all Dean wanted to do was hunt things and save people and maybe fuck his way through middle America.

He thinks Cas knows. He's seen Cas watching him when he squirms, caught Cas with that old headtilt in place every time he's thought about slipping off to slide a hand down his pants. He'd push them down just far enough, let them catch on the holster...

Dean's fingers skip across the sweaty skin at the crease of his hip to trace the line of the uppermost strap and he shivers, his nipples tightening. He wants to touch his cock, wants to wrap his fingers tight around it and jerk himself off with abandon until his balls are drawing up and he's coming all over himself, painting his hands and his chest.

He doesn't, though, not yet. Dean knows that if he waits, it will be better. That the tease of his fingers and the loops of the straps will ramp him higher if he lets them. He's done this before.

Tracing the line of the strap, Dean trails his fingers inward, brushing the inside of his thigh. He journeys down then, tucks his thumb against his balls and teases the skin behind them with careful fingers, a too-light touch that leaves his thighs trembling. He could dip farther, move lower, press one finger, two against his hole. Fingerfuck himself. A challenge to see if he can come with the holster around his thigh and nothing around his cock.

He lets himself brush his hole but goes no farther. Teases at it but doesn't push in. He slides his other hand up his stomach, up his chest, presses his fingers against his lips before sucking them in, getting them wet. If Cas were here, he could have a cock in his mouth, a cock in his ass. He could have Cas whatever way he wanted him, Cas' fingers tangling tight in the straps of the holster. In the morning Dean would be bruised, lines on his thighs a template for next time.

He's alone now, though; he'll make the most of it.

Pulling his wet fingers from his mouth, Dean presses them against a nipple, shifts his hips at the zing that goes through him. Wants to feel them elsewhere, get them sticky and slick with precome, spreading it around before wrapping his fingers below the head.

He lets his hand move lower, light enough to be almost ticklish. If he closes his eyes, he can almost fool himself into thinking it's a foreign touch, someone else's fingers teasing his skin. Spreading them across his stomach, he moves them lower, sneaking past the head of his cock, the precome welling in the slit, to ring them around the base. Dean groans and bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth. It gives him something to do with his mouth, his tongue, and, fuck, next time he's getting Cas here. Next time he’s dragging him back to his room or Cas’ and making him fuck him, making him take him and hold him down and mark him. Making Cas fill him up until all of the empty spaces are gone and there’s nothing but Dean and Cas and the feeling of finally, finally being whole.

Later, though. Later. For now, he’s got this; fingers tight around the base of his cock, holster tight around his thigh. Dean slides his other hand away from his ass, turns it and pushes his fingers up and under the nearest strap, wrapping them around it, pulling it even tighter. He groans at the sensation and slides the ring of his fingers up his cock, twisting as he nears the head. It’s all he can do not to jerk up into it, to keep his hips still against the mattress.

There’s nothing stopping him, nothing stopping him at all. No one to say, No, Dean, slower. The only thing holding him back is his own willpower. That makes it better, makes it more. He’s testing himself, pacing himself. Finding his own weaknesses and waiting to exploit them. When he comes, he wants it to feel like a punch to the gut, wants it to leave him shaking and aching and spent against the sheets, useless until the morning.

Rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock, Dean shivers, flexes his fingers around the shaft. Sucks on his bottom lip and breathes deep through his nose before slowly stroking downward, fingers loosening as he goes until they’re just a tease around the base, fingertips feather-light against his balls. Dean’s lip slides free with a slick sound, the breath that gusts over it chilling it. His skin feels too tight, his body heavy, and all he wants, all Dean really wants, is to have Cas here with him, to feel the head of Cas’ cock pressed against his entrance, to look up and see Cas’ eyes—too blue even with their blown pupils—looking down, pinning him against the sheets. If he closes his eyes, he can see it perfectly; Cas’ flushed chest and kiss-bruised mouth, his sweat-damp hair. Cas’ fingers on his thighs and hips and tangling with Dean’s own fingers on the strap of the holster, pulling it tight, tighter, tightest.

Tugging at the strap in his hand, Dean feels it bite into the back of his thigh, the pain of it throbbing through him, hitting all of the important points, nipples and cock, leaving him breathing hard. The sheets are damp around him, clinging to his skin, and he figures, fuck it, why wait? Rewraps his fingers around his cock, a snug ring to thrust into, and holds on to the holster, grounds himself there against the feeling like he’s flying apart, falling apart, falling—

He twists the strap hard and plants his feet on the bed, fucks up into his fist. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth dropping open, Dean chases that feeling building low in his gut. His muscles contract, everything tight. Everything hot and hard and aching, wet with sweat and spit and precome and, god, it’s there, it’s right there and Dean can feel it, Dean can taste it, sharp on the back of his tongue. He pulls at the straps and squeezes his cock and comes with a shout, unintelligible and louder than it should be given he’s alone.

Dean doesn’t stop, though, doesn’t let go of the holster or his cock. Hangs on until he can hardly stand it, skin sensitized, everything just this side of too much. Then, only then, with his thighs twitching and his heart slowly losing the frantic kerthump it’s taken up behind his ribs, does Dean release himself, fingers slowly loosening, leaving his cock lying spent against his thigh. Fingers freed, he drags them through the come, smears it on his skin, lifts his hand and laps it up, tasting himself. Tasting come and sweat and gun oil beneath it all, the lingering traces of his day.

Sucking his fingers clean, Dean lowers his unadorned leg, not quite ready to release his hold on the holster yet, liking the way it digs into the muscle. It’s a good pain, a pleasant ache. He wants to hold onto it a little longer, doesn’t want to clean up and get up and be anyone’s fearless leader, not tonight.

So he doesn’t. Dean stretches his legs and spreads out across the damp sheets and refuses, for now, to move. Refuses to do anything but lie there, hand curled around the holster strapped to his thigh, come cooling on his skin. He doesn’t think about the way the bed feels half-empty or the way his body still aches for...something. Doesn’t think about where Cas is if he isn’t here or what he might be doing or with who. Instead, Dean closes his eyes and breathes in, breathes deep, pushes away the phantom Cas that lives in his head at moments like these. The one whose eyes are still clear and who isn’t followed by a haze of smoke and incense, who took Dean too seriously and didn’t laugh for all the wrong reasons.

Fingers wrapped tight around the nylon, Dean grounds himself in the cut of the straps against his thigh, focuses on that and nothing else, nothing beyond the four walls of the room and the four corners of the bed. Nothing past the boundary of his skin and the straps holding it all together. Breathing deep, Dean holds on to the holster like a lifeline.
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Date: 2011-09-08 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spacefragments.livejournal.com
i'm disappointed that you didn't list dean/holster as a pairing. XD

also i like this dean and his weird apparent relationship with pain. the fact that future!dean is also a torturer makes me think it could go somewhere interesting, but i can't really say what that is because it's late and i'm sleepy :p

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Date: 2011-09-08 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] obstinatrix.livejournal.com
i'm disappointed that you didn't list dean/holster as a pairing. XD


This! ;)

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From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com - Date: 2011-09-12 08:40 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Date: 2011-09-12 08:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
\o/ Thank you! I'm so happy you liked it!

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Date: 2011-09-08 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daggomus-prime.livejournal.com
OH OH OH

<3 OH BABY

;3; I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DEAL

THAT LAST LINE OH MY GAWD

GURL

GURRRL

THIS IS LIKE THE BEST THING EVER TO COME HOME TO AFTER SEVEN BACK-BREAKING HOURS IN THE STUDIO :DDDDDDDDD

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Date: 2011-09-12 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
EEEEEEEEE.

OH I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. <3 THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PLAAAAY.

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Date: 2011-09-08 07:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] obstinatrix.livejournal.com
YAY!!! :DD I love the way you brought it home, babe. You already know I think the rest of it is smoking hot. Nnnngh, Dean's wee bit of a pain kink kills me.

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Date: 2011-09-12 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, bb. <3 I really appreciate the encouragement and cheerleading. And, nnngh, yes Dean's pain kink. I feel like that's something that's going to need revisiting. ;)

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Date: 2011-09-08 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rowdy-missus.livejournal.com
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY FUCK. I SHOULD HAVE CLOSED MY BEDROOM DOOR.

I'll be in my bunk, waiting for the equally hot follow-up where Cas joins in, yes? Please?

Fuck, the combination of SIZZLINGLY HOT PORN and ANGSTY EMOTIONS, DEAN HAZ DEM has quite possibly left me brain dead. Ah well, ya did it in style. I regret nothing.

LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

p.s. and I *love* Daggomus_prime's art. So fucking gorgeous.
p.p.s. I now want to draw and write fuck-off sexy stuff too. Please can I have some of your talents?

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Hee. Cas should always just...happen upon Dean in these moments, yes? ;)

I am SO HAPPY that you liked it! Thank you! :D

p.s. Isn't the art--in general--awesome? So talented!
p.p.s. If I knew what I was doing, I'd totally share. <3

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Date: 2011-09-08 11:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
adfjkl;kjkl;jl;jkljkl;jklj;.

so fucking hot i can't even. you blow my mind every fucking time.

Cannot deal.

The last line is... so perfect. And Dean fantasizing about Cas' cock... I just... I love.

*whimper*

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
::blush::

Oh, bb. You're too kind to me. <333

I'm so, so happy that you liked it. Thank you.

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Date: 2011-09-08 12:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ash-kah.livejournal.com
But... but but but ! It's so sad ! o_o

Hot sure (I'm convinced that all the viewers of SpN - straight guys too yep - had fantasized about future!Dean and his thigh holster), but...
That part with Dean thinking about Cas, the innocent old one and the one who might be with someone else at that moment, was too sad.
I wasn't in the mood for that right now arrrgh y_y

Ah but you're too precious to be hated, damn it :p

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
I'm sorry! It kind of went a direction I wasn't entirely expecting there at the end, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.

I'm happy you liked it anyway, though, and that you won't hate me for it. ;)

Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-08 01:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] dotfic.livejournal.com
UNF. Yet sad, and the sense of longing. Your 2014!Dean's headspace is a fascinating, hot place.

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
I really enjoyed playing with 2014!Dean. I think it might be something I need to revisit in the future.

I'm happy you liked it. Thank you so much.

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Date: 2011-09-08 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mulder200.livejournal.com
Wow! Angsty but kinky as hell!

And why I am not surprised that Dean would be a pain freak. It fits!

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
He would be into a little bit of pain. ;)

Glad you liked it! Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-08 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfrider89.livejournal.com
Holy fucking shit. Thigh holster!kink! I love you! I've drooled over that thigh holster since the ep first aired, but this is the first time I've read porn about it. Guh.

Also? God, the angst. The Dean/Cas angst. Broke my heart. *sniffle*

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
There's something about a thigh holster... (or a shoulder holster, but maybe that's just me...)

Aw, your poor heart. :( ::sends tissue:: I didn't mean for it to get so angsty, it just kind of...happened.

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you.

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From: [identity profile] wolfrider89.livejournal.com - Date: 2011-09-17 05:38 pm (UTC) - Expand

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Date: 2011-09-08 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akadougal.livejournal.com
I'm speechless. And breathless.

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
::blushes::

Thank you. ♥

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Date: 2011-09-08 06:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ratherastory.livejournal.com
*attempts speech*

hnngglglnng

*fails*

Guh.

*heads for the shower*

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
;D

Hope it was a good one.

I'm so happy that you liked it! Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-09 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shanrio.livejournal.com
So how about you write the best masturbation fic in like, forever and break my heart at the end. Stop toying with my emotions! (: I kinda like it.

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
::blushes::

I like to multi-task? ;)

I'm really pleased that you enjoyed it. Thank you so much!

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Date: 2011-09-09 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alyssia333.livejournal.com
ugggggg HAWT

~brain melts~ I needed this lol i just screwed up my post on a diff site. lol my plot bunnt been trying to molest me latley so i wrote what it wanted now its trying torture me with posting

so i totally needed ur lovely hawt descartion here


~bows~

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Aww, I'm sorry about your post!

I'm glad I was able to provide some distraction, though. Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-09 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-knitter.livejournal.com
Duuuuude. Hottest solo masturbation fic ever. What beautiful descriptions. You have a masterful way of conjuring the most wonderful images.

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Date: 2011-09-17 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Oh gosh, thank you. :3 I'm thrilled you liked it.

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Date: 2011-09-09 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squeemonster.livejournal.com
Oh, this was gorgeous and hot and heartbreaking. <333

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Date: 2011-09-18 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. <333

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Date: 2011-09-09 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chicklet25.livejournal.com
Ok, so I caved and read it. T'was hot just like I knew it would be. But had a thread of angst to it, too. Which I suppose is hard to avoid in End 'verse fic.

Fantastic job, bb. As always ♥

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Date: 2011-09-18 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. <3

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Date: 2011-09-09 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uwalumni2.livejournal.com
Dean and that thigh holster is my fantasy! Man! I just visual what he is doing and yeah, having Cas there would be the cherry on top...hahaha!

A topper is what Cas is! Excuse me as I go wipe up my drool after reading this! :D

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Date: 2011-09-18 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
I love Dean and that thigh holster.

I'm so happy you enjoyed it! Thank you. :)

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Date: 2011-09-09 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maypoles.livejournal.com
Wow. That was WONDERFUL. <333

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Date: 2011-09-18 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! <3

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Date: 2011-09-09 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cherazz.livejournal.com
Hahaha, love it! Dean and his sexy lover, the holster :D Such a torrid affair they have!

This was pretty friggin' hot! And the idea of him picturing Cas indulging his fetish and then fucking him? UNF ;_;

Well done bb♥ You are epic!

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Date: 2011-09-18 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Dean/thigh holster is the true pairing of this fic. :D

I'm so happy that you liked it! Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-09 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adja999.livejournal.com
Aw... It started really hot and ended up very sad. :(

I really can't wait for the new season, to see how they're going to make Dean deal with the loss of Cas. Because damn, this might dertermine how I'll feel about the whole show.

Also, daggs? Made of win.

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Date: 2011-09-23 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
I didn't intend it to be sad when I started! That just kind of...happened. :(

Dags really is made of win.

Thank you. :)

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Date: 2011-09-09 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkforetold.livejournal.com
This was good!

Dean, you chase that pain, you hot, kinky son of a bitch. It's the only way you can feel anymore, isn't it?

I love this dark stuff. *purr*

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Date: 2011-09-23 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
I really enjoyed playing with Dean's headspace here, how much pain he'd like with his pleasure. How much of it he'd need. I'm happy that it worked for you.

Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-09 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jem-018.livejournal.com
oh my... *fans self*

and that last line. Wow.

Loved this.

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Date: 2011-09-23 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
I was pretty proud of that last line. :D

I'm so happy you liked it. Thank you!

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Date: 2011-09-09 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] love-jackianto.livejournal.com
That was fantastic :D

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Date: 2011-09-23 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Thank you! :D

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Date: 2011-09-09 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rumi-nyo.livejournal.com
Wow, that was so sexy! //>_<// Goes so well with the art too. ^_^

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Date: 2011-09-23 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annundriel.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing it. And a great deal of fun referring back to the art. ;)

Thank you!
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