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Title: Sweetness
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Pairing: Belldom, POV: Dominic's
Rating: PG
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: Title lovingly borrowed from my favorite Jimmy Eat World song. Massive thanks totheyellow_daisy and diamontaetha for support and general awesomeness.
The hotel lobby is busier than I thought it would be at nearly 10:00 at night. A seemingly endless line of customers stand at the main desk to be checked in. From my seat at the window in the far corner of the massive entryway I can see a car being emptied of luggage. A few feet away, a young man is helping his very pregnant wife and their little boy out of a cab. A couple walk by them, kissing passionately. I am struck with the urge to yell at them to get a room. Haha.
Get it... get a room? Because this is a hotel? Not funny? Not even a little? Fine. If Matt were here he would have found that as hilarious as I do. Well, that's not exactly true. He would have raised one eyebrow at me and burst out laughing at me, not with me. I wouldn't mind; no doubt he would make it up to me later with a kiss or twenty once we were alone. The thought alone makes me chuckle.
Matt is not here with me, though. He is in our hotel room six floors up... I hope. We had argued earlier this evening, the stupid sort of argument that is born of the participants being overworked and stressed and exhausted. After dinner with Tom and Chris the two of us made our way through the courtyard, pausing to inspect one of the ornate lighted fountains. Matt reached into his pocket for a coin and tossed it in without a word. Such a spontaneous romantic gesture makes my heart swell and I can't help but put an arm around him, asking, "What did you wish for?"
Matt merely shook his head, shooting me a half-hearted smile.
"Come onnn. Tell me," I whisper to him.
Another shake of the head, no smile this time.
"Tell me tell me tell me," I sing... badly.
"Fuck's sake, Dom, leave it," he hisses, angrily pushing my hand away. "So much talking...interviews, questions, answers. I'm so tired, Dom. It's been too much these past few days. I just want some peace and quiet, is that too much to ask?" I back away from him eyes cast downward, feeling as though I've been punched in the gut.
"Dom, shit, I didn't mean-" he begins with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
I raise my head. "We're all tired, Matt. You know that," I say quietly. "You want some peace, your majesty? You can have it. Catch you later." See? I told you it was stupid. Most of the time I feel like Matt and I are invincible, so when we do experience moments like this it hurts. We're no different than any other couple in that respect, I suppose. I turn away from him fully intending to walk further into town in an attempt to soak up some local culture, but after a block or so I make my way back to the hotel, taking refuge in the lobby. I have no interest in taking a walk in the moonlight alone.
I'm still here, three and a half hours later, drinking a cold cup of coffee and staring at the floor. Suddenly I notice a pair of small feet occupying the patch of carpet I had been studying so carefully. I look up to see the same little boy who I just watched arriving with his parents. He can't be more than 10 or 11 years old.
"Hi. Want one?" He holds out his hand to reveal a single Hershey's Kiss. I'm not sure what to make of him, and it must show, because he speaks again. "You don't have to take it, you looked sad is all. Chocolate makes me feel better when I'm sad."
"Sure. Thank you very much," I smile. As I reach out for the candy he takes a cautious step back.
"You're not supposed to take candy from a stranger," he frowns.
Shit. Nice one, Dom. I sit up a little straighter. "Good point, young sir. My name is Dominic. What's yours?"
"Kris," he answers with a grin. "Kris with a K, not a C."
"Well, Kris with a K, it's very nice to meet you," I say, shaking his hand. He giggles and places the candy in my hand, running back to his parents with a wave in my direction. With that I decide to make my way upstairs. I let myself in our dark room. Matt is nowhere to be seen, but a thin line of light under the door tells me that he is in the bathroom. I make my way to the balcony, pushing the sliding doors open as quietly as I can, walking to the ledge. My leather jacket is tossed onto the one of the chairs, but not before I retrieve the Kiss from my pocket, popping it in my mouth.
I'm instantly struck by the view that surrounds me. The sky is full of stars and, much to my surprise, fireflies. I can't even remember the last time I saw this many fireflies. (What? Yes, I am, at times, something of a hopeless romantic. Keep it under your hat.) It's surreal; it's the sort of night tailor made to spend with the one you love. The sound of a door closing tells me that, luckily for me, the one I love is making his way towards me. I can hear Matt hesitate for a second as he closes the distance between us, but finally he joins me, looking out over the city.
We stand in silence for a while. I glance down as he moves his hand closer to mine on the ledge, grasping mine firmly. Such a simple action, yet one that causes me to sigh with relief. My heart is pounding, but I steel myself and turn to face him. His face is troubled. I place a finger under his chin, raising his eyes to mine, smiling warmly at him, telling him that it's okay.
"Dom, I'm-" I place a finger over his lips.
"Shhh," I plead. "No more words tonight, yeah?" He nods, surprised at my declaration. I'm more than a little dismayed to see him hang his head again; he's much too hard on himself sometimes. I bring his hand to my lips, placing a quick kiss on his knuckles. He swallows, clears his throat, and looks at me with a nervous smile. I know what he wants, needs to say, as always. To be frank, he never has to say a word.
I'm sorry.
I know. S'okay
Matt takes a step back towards the center of the balcony, holding one hand out to me in invitation. As I put my hand in his he draws me to him forcefully, placing his hands on my waist. Instinctively I lean in, wrapping my arms around his neck. He begins to rock his body slowly, so slightly that we're barely moving at all. There's no music playing, so I suppose it's not 'proper' dancing. No matter; this is better. I lean in closer so that we are cheek to cheek, smiling as the action causes Matt to shiver. This is the sort of moment that we've rarely had the chance to enjoy lately. I look at Matt, because suddenly I find myself wondering...
When is the last time we danced together?
Matt releases me, eyes sparkling, putting one hand on his hip and the other pointing to the sky in a spot-on Tony Manero imitation. He's right! Tom's disco-themed costume party a few months back was indeed the last time we danced together. I have to laugh out loud at the memory of Matt in those white bell bottoms that were deliciously tight at the waist. He whined all night about how uncomfortable he was... but he knew he was sex on legs in them. Modesty has never been one of Matt's strong points, that is a fact you'll never hear me complain about.
Still giggling, I pull him into my arms again so we can resume our dance. As one of Matt's hands caresses the hair at the nape of my neck, the other finds the small of my back. I rest my forehead on his, dimly aware of the feel of his eyelashes brushing against my face as we sway slowly in the warm night air. After a few minutes Matt's hand falls from my neck to rest on my chest, pressing against my racing heart. Instinctively I cover his warm hand with one of my own. Eventually I realize that we've stopped moving and are simply resting in each other's arms, enjoying the feel of each other. I can't help myself any longer and I press a light kiss to his lips. Matt's hands cup my face and he kisses me back with a sweetness that takes my breath away.
Abruptly he breaks our kiss, licking his lips while looking at me inquisitively.
You taste sweet.
With a smirk I produce the tiny bit of foil from my pants pocket and hold it out to him for inspection. His face lights up as he realizes what he's seeing. He reaches into the pocket of my jeans - or, he tries to, but this is me we're talking about, so they're pretty tight. Hurriedly he pats me down, looking up at me with a pout when he realizes that there's not a piece for him. His lower lip is too luscious to ignore though, so I bite it, drawing it into my mouth. Matt's hands tangle in my hair as I lose myself in the kiss.
I lead him to the large chaise in the corner, stopping to pick up my leather jacket. I sink into the soft cushions, Matt sitting down next to me. Thankfully the chaise is large enough for both of us to lie on and soon we are settled into a comfortable position, lying in each others arms in the moonlight. I lean up to spread my jacket out over us and lie back, yawning as I feel Matt's arms encircle me tightly. I raise my eyes to his, unprepared for the serious look I find on his face. I offer him a smile as I caress his cheekbone with my thumb.
How's that?
His eyes dance as he answers me.
Perfect.
I can tell by the way he gazes at me that he's feeling the same thing I am right now. He doesn't have to say it, though. I already know.
Love you, you know. I always will.
I nod; I do know. See? Words aren't always necessary. He knows he's all I'll ever need...just as I know I belong to him. With one last kiss to my forehead he reaches for my hand and closes his eyes. I watch as he falls asleep with his head on my shoulder.
The next morning I wake to a dull pain on the top my head and two distinct sounds: birds singing and Matt snoring. I open my eyes to see a Hershey's Kiss lying between Matt and I. I'm startled as I see yet another one sail through the air, missing Matt's head by only a couple inches or so. I turn my head to see Kris on the balcony next to us, waving excitedly.
"Hi, Dom! I think I hit you on the head with one of those. Sorry."
"No problem," I smile, waving back at him.
"My mom says we have to go now, but I wondered, are you still sad?"
I glance down at Matt, still sound asleep and can say with honesty, "No, not anymore."
He nods his head, seemingly satisfied with my answer. "Good. Bye, Dom. Hey - give this one to your friend," he says, tossing one last Kiss my way before returning to his room. It hits Matt right on the nose, causing him to wake with a start, eyes wide.
"What the bloody hell?" he mumbles sleepily, scratching his nose.
"It's raining Kisses," I explain, pressing the tiny candy into his hand before pulling him close. "Come here, let's go back to sleep for a bit." He snuggles closer to me.
"Close your eyes," he requests quietly.
"Why?"
"So I can tell you what I was wishing for last night," he replies, his lips ghosting across my earlobe.
I let my eyes fall shut. Matt clears his throat before leaning in to whisper just one word in my ear, one word that says it all as far as I'm concerned, one word that sums us up perfectly. As I hear his breathing even out I open one eye. Matt is sleeping again, the faintest hint of a smile on his face, still clutching the Kiss. His smile must be contagious, because I suddenly find myself grinning like an absolute loon. Like I said before, words aren't always necessary between Matt and I.
Still, sometimes it's nice to hear them.
museslash 09/08/09)Title: Sweetness
Author:
millionstar Pairing: Belldom, POV: Dominic's
Rating: PG
Feedback: Would be lovely, if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom; the following is pure fiction.
Author's Note: Title lovingly borrowed from my favorite Jimmy Eat World song. Massive thanks to
theyellow_daisy and diamontaetha for support and general awesomeness. The hotel lobby is busier than I thought it would be at nearly 10:00 at night. A seemingly endless line of customers stand at the main desk to be checked in. From my seat at the window in the far corner of the massive entryway I can see a car being emptied of luggage. A few feet away, a young man is helping his very pregnant wife and their little boy out of a cab. A couple walk by them, kissing passionately. I am struck with the urge to yell at them to get a room. Haha.
Get it... get a room? Because this is a hotel? Not funny? Not even a little? Fine. If Matt were here he would have found that as hilarious as I do. Well, that's not exactly true. He would have raised one eyebrow at me and burst out laughing at me, not with me. I wouldn't mind; no doubt he would make it up to me later with a kiss or twenty once we were alone. The thought alone makes me chuckle.
Matt is not here with me, though. He is in our hotel room six floors up... I hope. We had argued earlier this evening, the stupid sort of argument that is born of the participants being overworked and stressed and exhausted. After dinner with Tom and Chris the two of us made our way through the courtyard, pausing to inspect one of the ornate lighted fountains. Matt reached into his pocket for a coin and tossed it in without a word. Such a spontaneous romantic gesture makes my heart swell and I can't help but put an arm around him, asking, "What did you wish for?"
Matt merely shook his head, shooting me a half-hearted smile.
"Come onnn. Tell me," I whisper to him.
Another shake of the head, no smile this time.
"Tell me tell me tell me," I sing... badly.
"Fuck's sake, Dom, leave it," he hisses, angrily pushing my hand away. "So much talking...interviews, questions, answers. I'm so tired, Dom. It's been too much these past few days. I just want some peace and quiet, is that too much to ask?" I back away from him eyes cast downward, feeling as though I've been punched in the gut.
"Dom, shit, I didn't mean-" he begins with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
I raise my head. "We're all tired, Matt. You know that," I say quietly. "You want some peace, your majesty? You can have it. Catch you later." See? I told you it was stupid. Most of the time I feel like Matt and I are invincible, so when we do experience moments like this it hurts. We're no different than any other couple in that respect, I suppose. I turn away from him fully intending to walk further into town in an attempt to soak up some local culture, but after a block or so I make my way back to the hotel, taking refuge in the lobby. I have no interest in taking a walk in the moonlight alone.
I'm still here, three and a half hours later, drinking a cold cup of coffee and staring at the floor. Suddenly I notice a pair of small feet occupying the patch of carpet I had been studying so carefully. I look up to see the same little boy who I just watched arriving with his parents. He can't be more than 10 or 11 years old.
"Hi. Want one?" He holds out his hand to reveal a single Hershey's Kiss. I'm not sure what to make of him, and it must show, because he speaks again. "You don't have to take it, you looked sad is all. Chocolate makes me feel better when I'm sad."
"Sure. Thank you very much," I smile. As I reach out for the candy he takes a cautious step back.
"You're not supposed to take candy from a stranger," he frowns.
Shit. Nice one, Dom. I sit up a little straighter. "Good point, young sir. My name is Dominic. What's yours?"
"Kris," he answers with a grin. "Kris with a K, not a C."
"Well, Kris with a K, it's very nice to meet you," I say, shaking his hand. He giggles and places the candy in my hand, running back to his parents with a wave in my direction. With that I decide to make my way upstairs. I let myself in our dark room. Matt is nowhere to be seen, but a thin line of light under the door tells me that he is in the bathroom. I make my way to the balcony, pushing the sliding doors open as quietly as I can, walking to the ledge. My leather jacket is tossed onto the one of the chairs, but not before I retrieve the Kiss from my pocket, popping it in my mouth.
I'm instantly struck by the view that surrounds me. The sky is full of stars and, much to my surprise, fireflies. I can't even remember the last time I saw this many fireflies. (What? Yes, I am, at times, something of a hopeless romantic. Keep it under your hat.) It's surreal; it's the sort of night tailor made to spend with the one you love. The sound of a door closing tells me that, luckily for me, the one I love is making his way towards me. I can hear Matt hesitate for a second as he closes the distance between us, but finally he joins me, looking out over the city.
We stand in silence for a while. I glance down as he moves his hand closer to mine on the ledge, grasping mine firmly. Such a simple action, yet one that causes me to sigh with relief. My heart is pounding, but I steel myself and turn to face him. His face is troubled. I place a finger under his chin, raising his eyes to mine, smiling warmly at him, telling him that it's okay.
"Dom, I'm-" I place a finger over his lips.
"Shhh," I plead. "No more words tonight, yeah?" He nods, surprised at my declaration. I'm more than a little dismayed to see him hang his head again; he's much too hard on himself sometimes. I bring his hand to my lips, placing a quick kiss on his knuckles. He swallows, clears his throat, and looks at me with a nervous smile. I know what he wants, needs to say, as always. To be frank, he never has to say a word.
I'm sorry.
I know. S'okay
Matt takes a step back towards the center of the balcony, holding one hand out to me in invitation. As I put my hand in his he draws me to him forcefully, placing his hands on my waist. Instinctively I lean in, wrapping my arms around his neck. He begins to rock his body slowly, so slightly that we're barely moving at all. There's no music playing, so I suppose it's not 'proper' dancing. No matter; this is better. I lean in closer so that we are cheek to cheek, smiling as the action causes Matt to shiver. This is the sort of moment that we've rarely had the chance to enjoy lately. I look at Matt, because suddenly I find myself wondering...
When is the last time we danced together?
Matt releases me, eyes sparkling, putting one hand on his hip and the other pointing to the sky in a spot-on Tony Manero imitation. He's right! Tom's disco-themed costume party a few months back was indeed the last time we danced together. I have to laugh out loud at the memory of Matt in those white bell bottoms that were deliciously tight at the waist. He whined all night about how uncomfortable he was... but he knew he was sex on legs in them. Modesty has never been one of Matt's strong points, that is a fact you'll never hear me complain about.
Still giggling, I pull him into my arms again so we can resume our dance. As one of Matt's hands caresses the hair at the nape of my neck, the other finds the small of my back. I rest my forehead on his, dimly aware of the feel of his eyelashes brushing against my face as we sway slowly in the warm night air. After a few minutes Matt's hand falls from my neck to rest on my chest, pressing against my racing heart. Instinctively I cover his warm hand with one of my own. Eventually I realize that we've stopped moving and are simply resting in each other's arms, enjoying the feel of each other. I can't help myself any longer and I press a light kiss to his lips. Matt's hands cup my face and he kisses me back with a sweetness that takes my breath away.
Abruptly he breaks our kiss, licking his lips while looking at me inquisitively.
You taste sweet.
With a smirk I produce the tiny bit of foil from my pants pocket and hold it out to him for inspection. His face lights up as he realizes what he's seeing. He reaches into the pocket of my jeans - or, he tries to, but this is me we're talking about, so they're pretty tight. Hurriedly he pats me down, looking up at me with a pout when he realizes that there's not a piece for him. His lower lip is too luscious to ignore though, so I bite it, drawing it into my mouth. Matt's hands tangle in my hair as I lose myself in the kiss.
I lead him to the large chaise in the corner, stopping to pick up my leather jacket. I sink into the soft cushions, Matt sitting down next to me. Thankfully the chaise is large enough for both of us to lie on and soon we are settled into a comfortable position, lying in each others arms in the moonlight. I lean up to spread my jacket out over us and lie back, yawning as I feel Matt's arms encircle me tightly. I raise my eyes to his, unprepared for the serious look I find on his face. I offer him a smile as I caress his cheekbone with my thumb.
How's that?
His eyes dance as he answers me.
Perfect.
I can tell by the way he gazes at me that he's feeling the same thing I am right now. He doesn't have to say it, though. I already know.
Love you, you know. I always will.
I nod; I do know. See? Words aren't always necessary. He knows he's all I'll ever need...just as I know I belong to him. With one last kiss to my forehead he reaches for my hand and closes his eyes. I watch as he falls asleep with his head on my shoulder.
The next morning I wake to a dull pain on the top my head and two distinct sounds: birds singing and Matt snoring. I open my eyes to see a Hershey's Kiss lying between Matt and I. I'm startled as I see yet another one sail through the air, missing Matt's head by only a couple inches or so. I turn my head to see Kris on the balcony next to us, waving excitedly.
"Hi, Dom! I think I hit you on the head with one of those. Sorry."
"No problem," I smile, waving back at him.
"My mom says we have to go now, but I wondered, are you still sad?"
I glance down at Matt, still sound asleep and can say with honesty, "No, not anymore."
He nods his head, seemingly satisfied with my answer. "Good. Bye, Dom. Hey - give this one to your friend," he says, tossing one last Kiss my way before returning to his room. It hits Matt right on the nose, causing him to wake with a start, eyes wide.
"What the bloody hell?" he mumbles sleepily, scratching his nose.
"It's raining Kisses," I explain, pressing the tiny candy into his hand before pulling him close. "Come here, let's go back to sleep for a bit." He snuggles closer to me.
"Close your eyes," he requests quietly.
"Why?"
"So I can tell you what I was wishing for last night," he replies, his lips ghosting across my earlobe.
I let my eyes fall shut. Matt clears his throat before leaning in to whisper just one word in my ear, one word that says it all as far as I'm concerned, one word that sums us up perfectly. As I hear his breathing even out I open one eye. Matt is sleeping again, the faintest hint of a smile on his face, still clutching the Kiss. His smile must be contagious, because I suddenly find myself grinning like an absolute loon. Like I said before, words aren't always necessary between Matt and I.
Still, sometimes it's nice to hear them.
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Date: 2009-09-14 03:59 pm (UTC)Oh my God, that was so sweet I am smiling and giggling like a fool over here.
As one of Matt's hands caresses the hair at the nape of my neck, the other finds the small of my back. I rest my forehead on his, dimly aware of the feel of his eyelashes brushing against my face as we sway slowly in the warm night air.
OMG OMG OMG. I can imagine that perfectly. It's so calming to read and pwetty and gah, you should write more. This really cheered me up this morning after missing band class and all, I really really needed this D. *hugs*
IT'S JUST SO GOOD, I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY! Except that I might have done that ^^ it was so nice to read.
OH AND I AM A RENIUS AND CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT THE ONE WORD WAS.
D:
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Date: 2009-09-14 10:38 pm (UTC)You know, nobody asked me about the one word on Museslash - much to my surprise! Originally I wrote Matt's response, but changed my mind at the last minute, Megan said that it would be nice to keep people wondering.
I can PM you if you really need to know. :D
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:19 am (UTC)I HAVE MORE TO SAY!
And awwww wittle Kris is so cute!!!! Psh, Dom could take ~anything he wanted~ stranger or not.
He reaches into the pocket of my jeans - or, he tries to, but this is me we're talking about, so they're pretty tight.
HAHAHAHA. Of course they are, it is Dom, God knows that man's jeans are just about painted on. I can totally imagine the struggle with Matt searching for *candy* in there too, ha.
AND LOLOMG THE BELL BOTTOMS, MY MIND CANNOT EVEN CONJURE UP THAT IMAGE.
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:37 am (UTC)I'm really bored and just keep reading this over and over...no subject
Date: 2009-09-15 12:38 am (UTC)*nods*
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:41 am (UTC)Ngl I just literally *headdesked* when I read that. Guh guh guh.
Oh my Goddddddddddddddddddd I need to go lie down now. I feel dizzy haha.
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Date: 2009-10-12 08:41 pm (UTC)I'm not exaggerating when I say this is one of the most romantic belldom fics I've ever read. My reaction can be completely described in cliches - empathy, tearing up, soaring heart. I really, truly loved this.
And...I love the way you wrote it. So clever, so skillfully demonstrating the fact that they truly don't need words. The characterisation was spot on. Your writing is superb.
Completely satisfying in every way.
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Date: 2009-10-14 02:29 am (UTC)I don't go around re-reading my fics - but sometimes I take a peek at this one when I need to smile. The passage where Dom realizes that they've stopped dancing and Matt kisses him just makes me smile like a loon.
Thank you for such a lovely comment; you've spoiled me these past 24 hours, you know. :-)
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Date: 2009-10-26 11:12 pm (UTC)But yeah, I had to comment. It's too good not too. ;)
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Date: 2009-11-21 11:18 pm (UTC)It's so romantic, and sweet.
And that bit summarizes so well the fic : "Like I said before, words aren't always necessary between Matt and I.". Yeah, no words needed between them, they're always so cute together!
And I can't find what the word was, I'm so laaame D:
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Date: 2009-11-21 11:25 pm (UTC)You weren't supposed to - I deliberately left that up to the reader's imaginations. The word is whatever you wish it to be! ;)
Thanks for commenting, late or not, it makes no difference to me, I'm just pleased you liked it! :) &hearts
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Date: 2009-11-21 11:27 pm (UTC)and I've some other fics you wrote and posted here, and I really love them all :)
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Date: 2010-04-04 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-04 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-05 09:41 pm (UTC)and then the grateful intimacy between them, well you've written it beautifully.
sexy warm and lovely my dear <3
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Date: 2010-06-08 04:04 pm (UTC)Thanks sweet Bee. xxxx
(ICON. GAH)
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Date: 2010-06-18 02:25 pm (UTC)I havent figured it!!! Please tell me!!!!
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Date: 2010-09-23 01:37 am (UTC)<333
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Date: 2010-09-23 01:04 am (UTC)♥
"Sweetness" is the perfect title for this because it's so sweet and perfect!
And their little psychic conversations--love those!
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Date: 2010-09-23 01:36 am (UTC)Of all the fics I've written this one remains my favorite... so I'm so happy you enjoyed it, truly! :)
AND - I'm sorry, I had to change layouts - prob whilst you were reading, sorry about that!
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Date: 2012-07-04 03:33 pm (UTC)And Kris is cool, he got it sussed with the whole chocolate and sadness thing :)
What was the word? asdfghjkl I can't stop trying to think of that one perfect word! O.o
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Date: 2013-11-01 03:01 pm (UTC)Very beautiful.