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You'll Have To Excuse Me, I'm Not At My Best
Title: Confined Spaces (2/2) (2/3)
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m_jade8
Rating: R
Fandom(s): Bones
Pairing(s): Brennan/Booth
Summary: An arrest goes wrong, ending up with Booth and Brennan trapped in a warehouse. As times goes on, they struggle to escape and survive.
Notes: You can find the first part here: Chapter 1. Also, I ended up writing a lot more for this chapter than I originally envisioned, so now the story is a three parter. This chapter is rated higher for some sexual content. Thanks to tomiss1nformation for the beta.
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It was the dead of night now, and somewhere along the way the solitary light bulb had burned out, casting everything into blue-black shadows. Wrapped in the cold spell of darkness, Booth's attention was narrowed down to the smallest of details as Brennan's fingers crawled beneath his shirt and danced across his skin. He was drowning in the sensation of Brennan's tongue against his own, rough and eager, fueling him with more desire than he had ever anticipated feeling.
His hand slipped beneath her jacket (his jacket) and sought out the swell of her breast, his insistent touch making Brennan gasp into his mouth; his own breath hitched as she responded strongly to his touch. She shifted from his side and slid onto his lap, straddling him and rocking her hips against his, their groans of pleasure tangled between their tongues. Even covered in dirt and grime, her skin was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
In the back of his mind he kept thinking that he didn't want to do this now, not here. Things were rapidly spiraling out of their control. What had originally been a ploy to stay warm had turned into something else entirely. The tension between them had burst into flames and was consuming them both. He hadn't exactly envisioned his first kiss with Brennan on the floor of an abandoned warehouse, and he wanted to push her away, stop before he ruined the moment he had thought about for so long.
But he couldn't let go, couldn't stop touching and kissing her, and she seemed unwilling to stop as well. Booth brought his hand to her cheek instead, running it across her delicate jaw, over the smooth column of her neck, down to cup her breast, kneading it through the thin material of her tank top. A jolt ran through her body and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing herself harder against his body. Booth felt his composure slipping away, their kisses becoming hungrier and more desperate. There was nothing that could stop them.
... Nothing except, perhaps, the sound of the police calling their names.
Pulling himself away from Brennan's mouth was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. "Did you hear something?" he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers.
"No." She paused to catch her breath, hand stroking the back of his neck. He had the feeling that she didn't even realize that she was doing it. "I'm not shivering anymore." she observed analytically.
"Neither am I. I'd say mission accomplished, doctor." Booth replied with a smirk, peppering light kisses at the hollow of her throat.
"Wait, stop..." she said quietly, disentangling herself from him and standing up. He shivered at the loss, not realizing how warm she had been keeping him. Brennan had her ear pressed against the door, straining with concentration.
The voices were coming closer; the polished tones of fellow FBI agents. "Agent Booth? Dr. Brennan?"
"They found us!" Brennan began to bang her fists against the cold door, the hollow metal sound assaulting his ears. "Hello? We're in here!" She yelled, the sound echoing inside their tiny prison. Booth contemplated calling out as well, but he had a sudden vision of his headache from earlier in the day resurfacing and decided against it.
There were sounds of shouting from outside and they could see faint light coming from beneath the doorway. Flashlights. "Dr. Brennan, is Agent Booth with you? Do either of you require medical attention?"
The relief in her voice was apparent. "Yes, he's here. I'm fine, but Agent Booth received some lacerations on his right arm. I reduced the blood flow as best I could, but he still needs to see a doctor."
"We've got an ambulance on the way," the agent on the other side answered. "This padlock will take a while to remove, give us a few minutes."
"Got it." answered Booth. Brennan didn't say anything, simply sliding down against the wall and resting against Booth with a sigh.
The agent spoke again. "You might want to move away from the door though, just as a precaution."
"Oh, right." Booth replied sheepishly. Brennan was already putting his arm over her shoulder and helping him up, supporting him as they moved away from the door towards the barred windows. He hadn't realized how much blood he had lost from his slashed arm, but the effect was getting to him now, as his legs felt weak. But having Bones at his side helped, even if she was partially to blame for his light-headedness. Having her that close to him again, he couldn't resist nipping at her ear. "Later, we're going to have to finish what we started..." He whispered in her ear.
"I know." Her tone was detached, and he was startled by her sudden change in behaviour towards him. "We have to concentrate on the case now." It was as if she had completely forgotten that she had been grinding against him moments ago. She was putting on her professional face again, the one that didn't include passionate groping sessions with your partner.
She hasn't forgotten, she's pushing it aside. He knew Bones; she took time to deal with these sorts of things. If that was what she needed, that's what he'd give her.
There was a chopping noise and the sound of something heavy clanging onto the floor outside. Then the door flew open and they stumbled into the light.
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For her, work was a respite from the rest of the world. Whenever her mind was consumed with too many thoughts, too many overlapping permutations and hypothetical situations, she would find herself drawn back to her office, knowing that there would be another unidentified skeleton waiting for her, reports to review for the Jeffersonian, a quiet place to read through the latest issue of the Journal of Forensic Sciences. She could escape the complexities of what she couldn't understand and return to what made sense, phalanges and foramen and osteoclastic abnormalities.
And that was exactly what she had done as soon as she had the chance.
Any other time, she would have gone with Booth to the hospital. She had intended to. But he had looked at her seriously and told her to go home for a good night's sleep. Don't worry, we'll catch up tomorrow, he had said softly, smiling and wincing at the same time as the paramedics removed her makeshift bandage. Any other time, she would have waved off his consideration, stubbornly following him to make sure he was taken care of. But this time, she simply said okay to his suggestion and walked back to the agent who was waiting to drive her home.
It was one thing to act upon ones desires in the face of a traumatic experience; things were much more complicated in the real world. Only a day later and it already seemed like a dream. Besides, it had all been part of a scheme to prolong their survival. Brennan found that she had no idea how to deal with what had happened the night before, how to reconcile the fact that she had actually acted upon her feelings for Booth. Doubts had begun to plague her. Maybe it had been a random solitary event. Maybe they could pretend like it hadn't happened, end a less than logical course of action.
Contemplating the alternative, the possibility of something more, left her flustered and confused. Mostly because she knew for a fact that what had happened between herself and Booth wasn't a random incident. The chemistry between them was undeniable; circumstance had only spurred them to take the step that neither of them had been willing to take. But Brennan had a difficult time facing that fact head on. So she buried herself in work instead.
She looked at the clock: six thirty-two. Booth had called her from his office in the afternoon, saying he had good news and was dropping by before she left the Jeffersonian. The sound of his voice had brought back all the memories, the heat of his hands on her, the way he tasted, distracting her to the point that Zack suggested that she head home early.
There was a light knock at her door and she knew who it was without looking up. But she always did. He was standing there in her doorway, as charming as ever.
"It's over." Booth announced, settling onto her couch as she gathered the last of her files for the night. "Randall has been arrested not only for the murder charge, but for kidnapping and assault of a federal agent as well." He was beaming widely, exemplifying his boyish good looks. She tried not to think about how handsome he was, or how searing those kisses had been.
"That's good. How's your arm? I heard that you received some significant stitches." She replied, concentrating on organizing the papers on her desk.
He nodded and flexed the injured arm slowly. "It's pretty sore, but they cleaned and bandaged it up good. I'll be back to normal in no time. But I think I'll manage just fine in the meantime..."
"Manage just fine for what?" She asked distractedly, and suddenly he was standing behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her against his body. A rumble of contentment vibrated through him as he pressed against her, and she could feel the heat pooling in her stomach.
"Booth, not here..." Brennan whispered, grasping for an excuse, any excuse, anything to stop him from standing so close to her. She twisted to face him, putting her hands out in front of her in an attempt to push him back. Instead, he caught her hands with his and placed a soft kiss on each palm. There was something terrifyingly intimate about the action and she couldn't help but think that it meant that much more because it was Booth standing in front of her and no one else.
"Well then, we'd better leave, huh?" he said suggestively, running his thumb across her cheek. He held onto her hands and she found herself drawing closer to him instead. "I told you we had to finish what we started..."
Leaning in, he brushed the ghost of a kiss over her lips, barely touching her and leaving her shivering as he pulled away slightly, still close enough that his proximity was intoxicating, far enough that she knew he was letting her make the final move. It was her decision.
Brennan licked her lips nervously. I want to finish what I started. Bridging the small space between them, she brought her mouth to his, finally giving in to what she wanted. His lips were soft and gentle against her own, nothing like the rushed passion of the night before. Booth's arms drew her closer, wrapping around her waist as she brought her hands to his shoulders. When they broke the kiss, they stood together locked in the embrace, and Brennan could feel her heart hammering wildly. Kissing Booth was something she could get used to, and she wanted more than just kisses.
"If you're driving, then we're going to my apartment." she whispered, knowing there was no going back.
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Booth silently waited and watched as she packed up and turned the lights out in her office, his hand at the small of her back as they left the building together. They didn't speak much as they took their respective seats and he began the drive to Brennan's apartment. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. If anything, making the decision to move forward seemed to have opened Bones up. He glanced from the corner of his eye to find her staring at him with an inexplicable smile on her face.
"What's so funny, Bones?" Booth quipped, returning his eyes back to traffic.
"Nothing... Seeley." Brennan's voice was low and teasing, the sound of his name on her lips instantly sending his mind to a place of daydreams, where she was tangled up in his bed sheets and moaning his name in ecstasy. He swallowed hard, willing himself to concentrate on driving instead of the fantasies running through his head. But he barely had any time to get himself under control before he felt Brennan trailing her fingers across his leg, resting her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the part of him that was responding to her attentions.
Booth sucked his breath in, the car swerving slightly to the left even though he kept looking forward. "Bones. I don't think that's a very good idea."
She smirked at him, her hand inching closer as she spoke in that same low voice. "Judging from your encouraging physical reaction, I'd say it's actually a very good idea."
He could feel her hand drawing closer and he was already alarmingly close to losing control of himself. Fortunately for him, they came to a red light and he took the opportunity to grasp her hand and draw it away gently. Then he leaned over, drawing her chin towards him so that they were eye to eye, mere inches apart.
"If you keep this up and I crash into someone, Temperance, it'll be a long wait before I get a chance to demonstrate exactly how I feel about you..." He held her gaze for a moment, feeling the heat rise from her face. Her lips parted slightly and he found himself moving forward to kiss her.
"Booth, the light's green." she said warningly, pointing out the front window.
Booth sighed, sat back in his seat and floored the gas. This was building up to the be the longest drive of his life.
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Author:
m_jade8Rating: R
Fandom(s): Bones
Pairing(s): Brennan/Booth
Summary: An arrest goes wrong, ending up with Booth and Brennan trapped in a warehouse. As times goes on, they struggle to escape and survive.
Notes: You can find the first part here: Chapter 1. Also, I ended up writing a lot more for this chapter than I originally envisioned, so now the story is a three parter. This chapter is rated higher for some sexual content. Thanks to to
miss1nformation for the beta.---------------------------
It was the dead of night now, and somewhere along the way the solitary light bulb had burned out, casting everything into blue-black shadows. Wrapped in the cold spell of darkness, Booth's attention was narrowed down to the smallest of details as Brennan's fingers crawled beneath his shirt and danced across his skin. He was drowning in the sensation of Brennan's tongue against his own, rough and eager, fueling him with more desire than he had ever anticipated feeling.
His hand slipped beneath her jacket (his jacket) and sought out the swell of her breast, his insistent touch making Brennan gasp into his mouth; his own breath hitched as she responded strongly to his touch. She shifted from his side and slid onto his lap, straddling him and rocking her hips against his, their groans of pleasure tangled between their tongues. Even covered in dirt and grime, her skin was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
In the back of his mind he kept thinking that he didn't want to do this now, not here. Things were rapidly spiraling out of their control. What had originally been a ploy to stay warm had turned into something else entirely. The tension between them had burst into flames and was consuming them both. He hadn't exactly envisioned his first kiss with Brennan on the floor of an abandoned warehouse, and he wanted to push her away, stop before he ruined the moment he had thought about for so long.
But he couldn't let go, couldn't stop touching and kissing her, and she seemed unwilling to stop as well. Booth brought his hand to her cheek instead, running it across her delicate jaw, over the smooth column of her neck, down to cup her breast, kneading it through the thin material of her tank top. A jolt ran through her body and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing herself harder against his body. Booth felt his composure slipping away, their kisses becoming hungrier and more desperate. There was nothing that could stop them.
... Nothing except, perhaps, the sound of the police calling their names.
Pulling himself away from Brennan's mouth was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. "Did you hear something?" he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers.
"No." She paused to catch her breath, hand stroking the back of his neck. He had the feeling that she didn't even realize that she was doing it. "I'm not shivering anymore." she observed analytically.
"Neither am I. I'd say mission accomplished, doctor." Booth replied with a smirk, peppering light kisses at the hollow of her throat.
"Wait, stop..." she said quietly, disentangling herself from him and standing up. He shivered at the loss, not realizing how warm she had been keeping him. Brennan had her ear pressed against the door, straining with concentration.
The voices were coming closer; the polished tones of fellow FBI agents. "Agent Booth? Dr. Brennan?"
"They found us!" Brennan began to bang her fists against the cold door, the hollow metal sound assaulting his ears. "Hello? We're in here!" She yelled, the sound echoing inside their tiny prison. Booth contemplated calling out as well, but he had a sudden vision of his headache from earlier in the day resurfacing and decided against it.
There were sounds of shouting from outside and they could see faint light coming from beneath the doorway. Flashlights. "Dr. Brennan, is Agent Booth with you? Do either of you require medical attention?"
The relief in her voice was apparent. "Yes, he's here. I'm fine, but Agent Booth received some lacerations on his right arm. I reduced the blood flow as best I could, but he still needs to see a doctor."
"We've got an ambulance on the way," the agent on the other side answered. "This padlock will take a while to remove, give us a few minutes."
"Got it." answered Booth. Brennan didn't say anything, simply sliding down against the wall and resting against Booth with a sigh.
The agent spoke again. "You might want to move away from the door though, just as a precaution."
"Oh, right." Booth replied sheepishly. Brennan was already putting his arm over her shoulder and helping him up, supporting him as they moved away from the door towards the barred windows. He hadn't realized how much blood he had lost from his slashed arm, but the effect was getting to him now, as his legs felt weak. But having Bones at his side helped, even if she was partially to blame for his light-headedness. Having her that close to him again, he couldn't resist nipping at her ear. "Later, we're going to have to finish what we started..." He whispered in her ear.
"I know." Her tone was detached, and he was startled by her sudden change in behaviour towards him. "We have to concentrate on the case now." It was as if she had completely forgotten that she had been grinding against him moments ago. She was putting on her professional face again, the one that didn't include passionate groping sessions with your partner.
She hasn't forgotten, she's pushing it aside. He knew Bones; she took time to deal with these sorts of things. If that was what she needed, that's what he'd give her.
There was a chopping noise and the sound of something heavy clanging onto the floor outside. Then the door flew open and they stumbled into the light.
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For her, work was a respite from the rest of the world. Whenever her mind was consumed with too many thoughts, too many overlapping permutations and hypothetical situations, she would find herself drawn back to her office, knowing that there would be another unidentified skeleton waiting for her, reports to review for the Jeffersonian, a quiet place to read through the latest issue of the Journal of Forensic Sciences. She could escape the complexities of what she couldn't understand and return to what made sense, phalanges and foramen and osteoclastic abnormalities.
And that was exactly what she had done as soon as she had the chance.
Any other time, she would have gone with Booth to the hospital. She had intended to. But he had looked at her seriously and told her to go home for a good night's sleep. Don't worry, we'll catch up tomorrow, he had said softly, smiling and wincing at the same time as the paramedics removed her makeshift bandage. Any other time, she would have waved off his consideration, stubbornly following him to make sure he was taken care of. But this time, she simply said okay to his suggestion and walked back to the agent who was waiting to drive her home.
It was one thing to act upon ones desires in the face of a traumatic experience; things were much more complicated in the real world. Only a day later and it already seemed like a dream. Besides, it had all been part of a scheme to prolong their survival. Brennan found that she had no idea how to deal with what had happened the night before, how to reconcile the fact that she had actually acted upon her feelings for Booth. Doubts had begun to plague her. Maybe it had been a random solitary event. Maybe they could pretend like it hadn't happened, end a less than logical course of action.
Contemplating the alternative, the possibility of something more, left her flustered and confused. Mostly because she knew for a fact that what had happened between herself and Booth wasn't a random incident. The chemistry between them was undeniable; circumstance had only spurred them to take the step that neither of them had been willing to take. But Brennan had a difficult time facing that fact head on. So she buried herself in work instead.
She looked at the clock: six thirty-two. Booth had called her from his office in the afternoon, saying he had good news and was dropping by before she left the Jeffersonian. The sound of his voice had brought back all the memories, the heat of his hands on her, the way he tasted, distracting her to the point that Zack suggested that she head home early.
There was a light knock at her door and she knew who it was without looking up. But she always did. He was standing there in her doorway, as charming as ever.
"It's over." Booth announced, settling onto her couch as she gathered the last of her files for the night. "Randall has been arrested not only for the murder charge, but for kidnapping and assault of a federal agent as well." He was beaming widely, exemplifying his boyish good looks. She tried not to think about how handsome he was, or how searing those kisses had been.
"That's good. How's your arm? I heard that you received some significant stitches." She replied, concentrating on organizing the papers on her desk.
He nodded and flexed the injured arm slowly. "It's pretty sore, but they cleaned and bandaged it up good. I'll be back to normal in no time. But I think I'll manage just fine in the meantime..."
"Manage just fine for what?" She asked distractedly, and suddenly he was standing behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her against his body. A rumble of contentment vibrated through him as he pressed against her, and she could feel the heat pooling in her stomach.
"Booth, not here..." Brennan whispered, grasping for an excuse, any excuse, anything to stop him from standing so close to her. She twisted to face him, putting her hands out in front of her in an attempt to push him back. Instead, he caught her hands with his and placed a soft kiss on each palm. There was something terrifyingly intimate about the action and she couldn't help but think that it meant that much more because it was Booth standing in front of her and no one else.
"Well then, we'd better leave, huh?" he said suggestively, running his thumb across her cheek. He held onto her hands and she found herself drawing closer to him instead. "I told you we had to finish what we started..."
Leaning in, he brushed the ghost of a kiss over her lips, barely touching her and leaving her shivering as he pulled away slightly, still close enough that his proximity was intoxicating, far enough that she knew he was letting her make the final move. It was her decision.
Brennan licked her lips nervously. I want to finish what I started. Bridging the small space between them, she brought her mouth to his, finally giving in to what she wanted. His lips were soft and gentle against her own, nothing like the rushed passion of the night before. Booth's arms drew her closer, wrapping around her waist as she brought her hands to his shoulders. When they broke the kiss, they stood together locked in the embrace, and Brennan could feel her heart hammering wildly. Kissing Booth was something she could get used to, and she wanted more than just kisses.
"If you're driving, then we're going to my apartment." she whispered, knowing there was no going back.
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Booth silently waited and watched as she packed up and turned the lights out in her office, his hand at the small of her back as they left the building together. They didn't speak much as they took their respective seats and he began the drive to Brennan's apartment. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. If anything, making the decision to move forward seemed to have opened Bones up. He glanced from the corner of his eye to find her staring at him with an inexplicable smile on her face.
"What's so funny, Bones?" Booth quipped, returning his eyes back to traffic.
"Nothing... Seeley." Brennan's voice was low and teasing, the sound of his name on her lips instantly sending his mind to a place of daydreams, where she was tangled up in his bed sheets and moaning his name in ecstasy. He swallowed hard, willing himself to concentrate on driving instead of the fantasies running through his head. But he barely had any time to get himself under control before he felt Brennan trailing her fingers across his leg, resting her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the part of him that was responding to her attentions.
Booth sucked his breath in, the car swerving slightly to the left even though he kept looking forward. "Bones. I don't think that's a very good idea."
She smirked at him, her hand inching closer as she spoke in that same low voice. "Judging from your encouraging physical reaction, I'd say it's actually a very good idea."
He could feel her hand drawing closer and he was already alarmingly close to losing control of himself. Fortunately for him, they came to a red light and he took the opportunity to grasp her hand and draw it away gently. Then he leaned over, drawing her chin towards him so that they were eye to eye, mere inches apart.
"If you keep this up and I crash into someone, Temperance, it'll be a long wait before I get a chance to demonstrate exactly how I feel about you..." He held her gaze for a moment, feeling the heat rise from her face. Her lips parted slightly and he found himself moving forward to kiss her.
"Booth, the light's green." she said warningly, pointing out the front window.
Booth sighed, sat back in his seat and floored the gas. This was building up to the be the longest drive of his life.
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Wow, wow, WOW. That was beyond sexy, and now I'm dangling on the edge in anticpation for the climax.
Of the story. Yes. 0:)
Once again, I reiterate my utter conviction that you somehow have a hand in creating these characters, and you lie about living in a condo in downtown and instead live in a sprawling 600 acre mansion in Beverly Hills because of it. Seriously, you are really, really good at these two. Every line of dialogue is perfectly excecuted and sounds exactly like something that would come out of the mouths of these characters on the show.
I can't wait for the next part! Great sutff, as always!
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love you, you know that? ;) And not just because you are tremendously awesome for my ego, heehee!
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And the first bit? Was yummy. Thanks, police, for interrupting that. Who *rescues* people nowadays? Pfft ;)
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I do love breaking up racy moments like that. I'm evil like that. ;)
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I loved both parts, maybe this part a bit more, and I can't wait to read the next part too.
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Wow, is all I have to say.
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That was very them. And I really hope we get an update of this soon.
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I contemplated it, for the sake of realism. But the whole point of the fic is for them to get together, so I threw realism to the wind. ;)
Thank you!
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Oh boy... Let me tell you I'm a really picky Bones fiction reader (I just can't stomach all out of character-ness that rule on ff.net these days) and I can't explain how delighted I am now having read this.
Really interesting and original storyline. I actually was sure you were going to let them "warm up" completely. So nice turn with them getting rescued and Booth's this-is-so-not-right thoughts! ;)
Can't wait to see last chapter! :D
*wanders off in search of more goodies*
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But I think I'll forgive you because you have an extremely Amazing talent for writing and the plot twists in this make it stand out from the "cliche" fanfics out there. Bravo! :D
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I mean, what?
*runs away to finish the Emily/Gillian fic*
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Was that too enthusiastic?
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Well then, back to what I was originally doing.
SMUUUUUUUUTTTTT!
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Loved the chapter :)
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and i think you broke me with the hotness again. GOD that's teh sex right there!
i'll be waiting for chapter 3 with baited breath! XD!!!
*huggles and loves*
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you've totally kill me with the squee! XD!!!
*glombs*
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Part 3? Have any idea when it's gonna be posted? I can't wait to see what happens :)
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*SQUIGGLE*
Okay, now I need the next bit... *hunts around*... Part 3, yoohoo! Where are you? PART THREE, THIS ISN'T FUNNY...
Where's part three? What kind of sadist are you???
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Where is the part3?!?!??!
I really need it, now! :Q__________
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