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2minsforslashingTitle: Amour Sincère
Pairing: Marty Biron/?, Ryan Miller cameo but he definitely doesn't want in.
Rating: I have no clue... PG-13?
Word Count: 345
Disclaimer: You know... I can't help wondering. But lets avoid the lawyers and say no it's not true.
Notes: A totally innocent comment was made and my mind likes to wander a lot and it likes crack even more. I can't even blame Skye for this one. Just don't throw the tomatos too hard thanks~
You come to him, laying on a bed of porcelain white, so short but stacked. With your golden hue, and curves as smooth as buttermilk, I can't help but feel a bit of longing over the memory of what cannot now be mine.
Countless nights we have shared together and still more mornings I have spent indulging in your delicate flavors. You are perfection that only my loving hands can create and it pains me to think that something so soft and supple could possibly be battered up by another.
Yet there you are, spread out in front of some other man like it's nothing more than your job to satisfy him. He butters up your smooth surfaces and then... oh how he smothers you so unceremoniously, cutting you down to pieces only to leave you swallowed up. Lost. Forgotten.
I can only watch with bated breath and palms pressed flat against the invisible bars of your prison. It’s so unbearable but as soon as I resolve to save you, reclaim you as my own and give you a proper finish, the air around me condenses and my head goes hazy. I’m sure you’re just trying to protect from the worst part.
When the smoke clears all that's left in your wake is a sticky mess and with a heavy heart I say my soft spoken farewells. But before I can finish my blessing, a sudden pain knocks me in the back of the head and a small square of berry jelly falls to my feet. I turn to glare at the source of the distraction, angry at being torn from our fleeting special time.
"What, Millsy, what do you want!?" I ask quite curtly.
"Marty,” he shoots back, equally irked. “Do we have to stop every time we pass the damn House of Pancakes?"
I deliver a swift punch to his arm in response for cursing you, my love, and with one more longing backward glance, I stalk back to the car, content in remembering that we will only be apart until the trip home.
Pairing: Marty Biron/?, Ryan Miller cameo but he definitely doesn't want in.
Rating: I have no clue... PG-13?
Word Count: 345
Disclaimer: You know... I can't help wondering. But lets avoid the lawyers and say no it's not true.
Notes: A totally innocent comment was made and my mind likes to wander a lot and it likes crack even more. I can't even blame Skye for this one. Just don't throw the tomatos too hard thanks~
You come to him, laying on a bed of porcelain white, so short but stacked. With your golden hue, and curves as smooth as buttermilk, I can't help but feel a bit of longing over the memory of what cannot now be mine.
Countless nights we have shared together and still more mornings I have spent indulging in your delicate flavors. You are perfection that only my loving hands can create and it pains me to think that something so soft and supple could possibly be battered up by another.
Yet there you are, spread out in front of some other man like it's nothing more than your job to satisfy him. He butters up your smooth surfaces and then... oh how he smothers you so unceremoniously, cutting you down to pieces only to leave you swallowed up. Lost. Forgotten.
I can only watch with bated breath and palms pressed flat against the invisible bars of your prison. It’s so unbearable but as soon as I resolve to save you, reclaim you as my own and give you a proper finish, the air around me condenses and my head goes hazy. I’m sure you’re just trying to protect from the worst part.
When the smoke clears all that's left in your wake is a sticky mess and with a heavy heart I say my soft spoken farewells. But before I can finish my blessing, a sudden pain knocks me in the back of the head and a small square of berry jelly falls to my feet. I turn to glare at the source of the distraction, angry at being torn from our fleeting special time.
"What, Millsy, what do you want!?" I ask quite curtly.
"Marty,” he shoots back, equally irked. “Do we have to stop every time we pass the damn House of Pancakes?"
I deliver a swift punch to his arm in response for cursing you, my love, and with one more longing backward glance, I stalk back to the car, content in remembering that we will only be apart until the trip home.
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Date: 2007-03-27 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-27 11:51 am (UTC)Good job!
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Date: 2007-03-29 08:02 pm (UTC)actually in parody verse he doesno subject
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Date: 2007-03-27 04:34 pm (UTC)AND THAT'S RIGHT. This one totally wasn't my fault. ♥ XD It was aaaaaaaaaall you. XD
*loves* XD
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Date: 2007-03-27 06:07 pm (UTC)*squees loudly*
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Date: 2007-03-28 02:34 am (UTC)But totally worth it! This is, like, so much love! There are no words...at least, not that I can recall! *giggles*
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Date: 2007-04-01 08:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 01:56 pm (UTC)Loved it. The pancakes were totally hot.
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Date: 2007-04-01 08:23 am (UTC)And thanks~
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Date: 2007-04-02 04:15 am (UTC)Abso-fuckin'-lutely. *L*
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