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fic: "Bubble" (drabble, PJ/RT, PG-13)

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Apr. 22nd, 2003 | 07:55 pm
music: children playing birdies

for the Lotrips 100 challenge, the sin of gluttony

There's a bubble nestling in the little hollow at the base of his neck while he's creating bubble fantasias for the children. You watch as the bubble gets thinner until it finally pops.

Your mouth waters for the combination of sweat and sex and plastic and machine oil that all taste of Richard to you. The taste of shared ambition, from before you started the machine that may kill you yet.

Fran thinks you stopped years ago. But when filming gets overwhelming, you and he sometimes run away and fuck. It might be called gluttony, but it keeps you sane.

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Lobelia the adverbial

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from: lobelia321
date: Apr. 23rd, 2003 03:56 am (UTC)

Thank you, sweetie. Quite lovely.

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from: msilverstar
date: Apr. 23rd, 2003 07:56 am (UTC)

Once it was Richard's neck, the rest came easily. And argh, Peter is a year younger than I am!

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from: itstonedme
date: Feb. 1st, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)

Thank you for the hint in one of your Orlijah Month comments for steering me this way. I suspect you were forging new ground with a Peter slash back in 2003! An inspired pairing, truly. :)

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