Chrysalis: part four
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bookaddict43Title: Chrysalis: part four
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Marcus/Thace
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: only the original characters belong to me
Timeline: Events take place during and after Angel season 5 episodes. “Power play” and “Not fade away”
Word count: 2335
Comments: I’ve seen Marcus referred to as Hammy in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toxic_corn’s drabbles I think. I liked it so much I had to use it!!! Previous chapter here. Thanks to ladytalon1 for the banner and icon.
“Well how did it go?” Tim questioned as Thace walked into the room.
“You’ve got a one-track mind did you know that?”
“Maybe,” he agreed. “But you disappeared with him and didn’t come back. So I’d really like to know what happened.”
“Did the girl’s father come for her?” she countered.
“Yes he did and he was very appreciative.”
“Not to the point that he paid us I suppose?”
“No,” Tim grimaced. “But you knew he wouldn’t, so stop skirting the issue and tell me how things worked out with you and Hamilton.”
“We had sex. He left. I went to bed.”
“He left? He’s not supposed to leave. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Thace protested. “He wanted me, I wanted him. We did the deed and now it’s over. Prophecies don’t always come true you know.”
Tim shook his head at her. She would never admit it, but Thace was terrified that the prophecy was true and she’d have to use the gifts she’d been given. “It’s already true, girl. You’re here and with powers stronger than anyone’s ever seen.” He read from his notebook, “And good and evil will be drawn together. The Dark Lord shall come to her and they cannot turn away…”
“And blah, blah, blah,” Thace turned to the back door. “Marcus Hamilton is not, I repeat, not the Dark Lord. He wanted sex with me because I resisted. I wanted sex with him – because – well who wouldn’t? We’ve done it; it’s out of our systems. He’s busy with skulduggery at Wolfram and Hart and I’m busy fulfilling a prophecy I don’t believe in. We’re not likely to be seeing each other again. So let’s drop it ok?”
Thace slammed the door before he could answer and leant against it. There was no way she was going to tell Tim that she still wanted Big Sexy so much, she’d been up half the night thinking about him.
**************
“Mr Hamilton…” his secretary jumped up. “You have three meetings…”
“Cancel them,” Marcus growled. “I’m not to be disturbed by anyone is that understood?”
The secretary shivered at the cold expression on the Liaison’s face. “Yes sir,” she murmured.
“Good.” Business forgotten, Marcus crossed the floor to his bathroom and flung open the door.
He’d spent a disturbed night and uncomfortable morning and it was making him irritable. He very rarely spared a thought for his conquests after their initial bedding. But last night and this morning, despite his best efforts, thoughts of Thace still crowded his mind. There had to be a deeper reason for this and he wanted to know what it was.
“I hope you’re softened up sufficiently?” he asked as he jerked the shivering man out of the tub.
“I’ve been in the fucking bath since you dragged me off the street,” his captive spat at him. “That’s illegal you know?”
“It is?” Marcus scoffed, amused at the man’s indignation. “So is stalking I believe.”
“I wasn’t stalking.”
“You’ve been parked outside our offices every day for the last week. You haven’t been into any of the surrounding shops or even sat in the square. The only time you’ve left is when you were relieved by someone else. They were very distressed at missing you last night by the way.”
“What the hell?” The stalker yelped and jumped up. “Where is…?” he advanced on Marcus, fist raised.
“Don’t be stupid,” Marcus shook his head and backhanded him across the room. “Just answer the questions and you can go.” Grasping the man’s upraised leg; he gave the ankle a thoughtful twist. “Who do you work for?”
“I was just parked there,” his captive spat again and glared at him.
Marcus raised his eyebrows and snapped the ankle bone. “Who do you work for?” he asked over the screams of pain.
“I,” the man caught a sobbing breath. “Work for the Triumvirate.”
Marcus frowned and absentmindedly pressed against the broken bones. The Triumvirate and Wolfram and Hart didn’t normally interfere with each others activities. “What do they want and why are you watching the office? Why not come in and state your business?”
“I’m not watching the office, I’m watching for TheNecromancer.”
“Why? I didn’t think she was ever allowed to leave the fold without an escort. In fact I thought the current position was vacant?”
“I don’t know,” the man replied impatiently. “I was told to watch for the girl and report if she was here.”
“Do you have a description? What’s the all important girl’s name?” Marcus reached for the other leg and tugging on the ankle.
“I don’t know!”
“You must know,” Marcus twisted the ankle further. “How are you supposed to recognise her?”
“The Necromancer is supposed to be unmistakeable, all that magic and power in one place.”
“True,” Marcus frowned again.
The sight of this man had made Thace turn tail and run, he was sure of it. But although she seemed very au fait with demons and vampires, and certainly wasn’t scared of them; Thace had shown no sign that she herself had any sort of occult powers. Particularly the type of powers that The Necromancer was supposed to be endowed with.
“Why do you think she’s here?” he returned to his questions and his attentions to the unbroken ankle. “I don’t understand; your employers are famous for the control they exert over their pawns.”
“I don’t know,” the man wailed again.
“I’m sure you do…”
Marcus tightened his grip and the man yelped. “They lost her, alright?”
“Lost her?” Marcus was intrigued and remembering Haslett’s account asked. “How long ago?”
“Look I’m not supposed to know any of this,” his victim looked at him helplessly. “I found out be accident.”
“I’m unlikely to tell your bosses,” Marcus was amused again. “Tell me everything and I’ll get you some medical attention.”
The man drew a defeated breath and nodded. “They lost her way back, maybe 30 years ago; when she was a baby. The story goes her father wanted the power for himself and disappeared with her and the rest of the family, never to be found. Every couple of years they do a sweep of the most likely places for her to turn up. LA’s always on the list and I figured, if she’s rogue, your offices would be a good place to try. That’s all I know,” he studied Marcus’ unyielding expression. “I swear.”
Marcus shrugged, dropped the leg he was holding with a clunk and walked out to his desk. The more he learnt about Thace the more enigmatic she became.
**************
Harmony squealed and panted as Marcus pounded into her from behind. “Just keep doing that…oh….OH!!” she shuddered as her body clenched around him. “Oh yes Hammy, keep going, I want to feel you come…” she babbled loudly.
Marcus barely heard her. In self-defence he’d long since tuned out Harmony’s noisy approach to sex. Instead he was lost in a haze of pink hair, quiet moans and heated desire. A particularly high pitched squeal jerked him from his day-dream; and gripping Harmony’s hips he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts until his balls tightened and he emptied himself inside her.
“That was fantastic,” Harmony bounced off the bed enthusiastically. “You must have taken lessons or something.” She leant forward and examined her hair in the mirror. “You’re much more considerate than Spike; he never did what I wanted. I always thought my Blondie-bear was a bit selfish.”
She rattled on; leaving Marcus to gratefully remember Thace’s quietly satisfied purr. He frowned darkly as that led to thoughts of his uncharacteristic behaviour afterwards. He wasn’t the cuddling, hair-smoothing type, yet he’d done both with Thace and would’ve continued if he hadn’t come to his senses.
“So what did you find out?” he ground out, irritated at his inability to stop thinking about his skinny, clever enigma.
“No-one would talk to me,” Harmony pouted. “It took me ages to find a demon with an axe to grind.”
“But,” Marcus encouraged her.
“Getting into that library is like getting into an A-list party. You can’t just walk in off the street, it’s awarded or something.”
“Warded?” Marcus’ attention was caught.
“That’s what the demon guy said,” Harmony nodded. “If you want in, you’ve got to sign a contract or something. In blood,” she shuddered. “It’s alright drinking it, but using it to sign paper? Ewwwww.”
“What happens after the contract’s signed?” Marcus resisted the temptation to plunge the nearby chair leg through her chest.
“Then there’s a test and then that woman sets an award…”
“Sets wards,” Marcus corrected. “Thace sets them herself?”
“Yes,” Harmony crawled back onto the bed and shook her ass at him. “Haven’t we talked about her enough? It’s time for some more Hammy loving,” she crooned.
Marcus winced and glanced wistfully at the chair leg again. “I can’t wait,” he growled dutifully and fingering her clit roughly, jerked her hips toward his.
**************
“But…” Thace gestured at Tim to answer the other phone and went back to arguing with Angel.
After a few more minutes’ conversation, she sighed heavily and hung up.
“He signed his Shanshu away,” Tim put his own phone down and stared at her in disbelief. “Didn’t he?”
“He did what he thought was right,” Thace looked speculatively at him. “I wonder if I could…?”
“You wouldn’t, you can’t…” he gaped at her.
“No. I’m not sure I believe it’s me your prophecy is talking about,” she shrugged ruefully. “But if it is; I suspect, my being who I am, I’ll be seeing it through to the bitter end. But to get back to Angel, or what he said anyway, I think we’d better take cover for awhile.”
“What…” Tim started and stopped as the shop bell rang.
Thace glanced over and her eyes narrowed. “You’re not welcome here Mr Hamilton.”
“I see the vampire’s been busy,” Marcus remarked.
“Yes he has,” Thace frowned at him. “I thought you weren’t coming back?”
“I wasn’t.” He’d handed Drogyn over and headed straight here and he had no idea why. “I didn’t kill him.”
“No, you betrayed him.”
“I’m evil remember?”
“Not to your friends. There’s some lines everyone should keep.”
“Like the vampire has?”
“I’m disappointed in him too,” Thace said. “There’s the door Mr Hamilton, don’t come back again.”
She waited expectantly, but His Evilness didn’t move. “Your library,” he glared at her. “It’s warded isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Take yourself and whoever else you care about and stay there. Don’t come looking for Angel. Don’t. Come. Near. Wolfram and Hart.”
**************
“You can’t go out yet,” Tim argued. “You have no idea what’s happening out there.”
“It’s all over,” Thace shuddered; “for now at least. And I promised Angel I’d see to his friends.”
Tim sighed. “Then I’m coming to help.”
“Nope, I need you to stay here and watch the hordes,” she gestured toward the group inside the library. She’d let in a lot more than she was comfortable with and quite a few of them hadn’t signed the contract. “You can’t help much anyway. I’ll take Ramon and Zel with me.”
Thace didn’t bother going to Caritas. Lorne, if he was still alive, would be long gone. She found Wesley at Cyvus Vail’s mansion a strangely peaceful expression on his face. She sat with him for awhile before calling the others for help.
Behind the Hyperion, there was real carnage. Judging from the demon bodies littering the place, Angel’s friends had staged a massive resistance. There was no trace of either Angel or Spike, but after sifting through the bodies she found Gunn and Illyria. Sighing she wrapped the bodies and had them loaded on the truck with Wesley.
Climbing up beside the driver, she sat and stared out the window as the cities’ devastation rolled by. Recognising the landscape she sat up with a jerk. “Stop here.”
“But that’s…” the driver beside her trailed off.
“I won’t be a minute,” Thace swung down from the truck and walked across to the wreckage that used to be Wolfram and Hart.
Impelled by an impulse she didn’t really understand she gingerly picked her way through the foyer till she found the Liaison’s lifeless form.
“Marcus,” she sighed and looked down at the big body on the ground; neck twisted at an impossible angle, concrete beams covering his legs. “Weren’t you supposed to be immortal?” she frowned and hurriedly knelt down beside him to check for signs of life.
Unconsciously she flexed her fingers and was placing one hand on his forehead and the other on his chest, when he sat up suddenly and glared at her.
“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble and not to come here?”
“Since when did I take your orders?” Thace retaliated as she snatched her hands away. “Besides I’m not the one lying in the rubble with a broken neck.”
“Neither am I.” Marcus pushed at the beams and levered himself to his feet. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again and what were you going to do with your hands?”
“I’m checking on the injured and dead. Even you rate a decent burial you know,” in spite of herself Thace’s voice trembled and she blinked back tears.
“I prefer a funeral pyre if ever the occasion arises.”
“I’ll remember,” Thace remarked dryly. “Well you can’t stay here. You might heal quickly, but those injuries still need tending. You’d better come with me.”
Marcus rolled his shoulders and considered her quietly. “I’m sure my apartment is intact. If you insist on looking at my injuries we can go there now.”
Thace shook her head. “I’ve got people to see to first and then your injuries; at my place, not yours.”
“Afraid I might take advantage of you?”
“No,” she looked at him steadily. “I just like to have the upper hand.”
Author: Bookaddict
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Marcus/Thace
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: only the original characters belong to me
Timeline: Events take place during and after Angel season 5 episodes. “Power play” and “Not fade away”
Word count: 2335
Comments: I’ve seen Marcus referred to as Hammy in
toxic_corn’s drabbles I think. I liked it so much I had to use it!!! Previous chapter here. Thanks to ladytalon1 for the banner and icon.“Well how did it go?” Tim questioned as Thace walked into the room.
“You’ve got a one-track mind did you know that?”
“Maybe,” he agreed. “But you disappeared with him and didn’t come back. So I’d really like to know what happened.”
“Did the girl’s father come for her?” she countered.
“Yes he did and he was very appreciative.”
“Not to the point that he paid us I suppose?”
“No,” Tim grimaced. “But you knew he wouldn’t, so stop skirting the issue and tell me how things worked out with you and Hamilton.”
“We had sex. He left. I went to bed.”
“He left? He’s not supposed to leave. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything,” Thace protested. “He wanted me, I wanted him. We did the deed and now it’s over. Prophecies don’t always come true you know.”
Tim shook his head at her. She would never admit it, but Thace was terrified that the prophecy was true and she’d have to use the gifts she’d been given. “It’s already true, girl. You’re here and with powers stronger than anyone’s ever seen.” He read from his notebook, “And good and evil will be drawn together. The Dark Lord shall come to her and they cannot turn away…”
“And blah, blah, blah,” Thace turned to the back door. “Marcus Hamilton is not, I repeat, not the Dark Lord. He wanted sex with me because I resisted. I wanted sex with him – because – well who wouldn’t? We’ve done it; it’s out of our systems. He’s busy with skulduggery at Wolfram and Hart and I’m busy fulfilling a prophecy I don’t believe in. We’re not likely to be seeing each other again. So let’s drop it ok?”
Thace slammed the door before he could answer and leant against it. There was no way she was going to tell Tim that she still wanted Big Sexy so much, she’d been up half the night thinking about him.
**************
“Mr Hamilton…” his secretary jumped up. “You have three meetings…”
“Cancel them,” Marcus growled. “I’m not to be disturbed by anyone is that understood?”
The secretary shivered at the cold expression on the Liaison’s face. “Yes sir,” she murmured.
“Good.” Business forgotten, Marcus crossed the floor to his bathroom and flung open the door.
He’d spent a disturbed night and uncomfortable morning and it was making him irritable. He very rarely spared a thought for his conquests after their initial bedding. But last night and this morning, despite his best efforts, thoughts of Thace still crowded his mind. There had to be a deeper reason for this and he wanted to know what it was.
“I hope you’re softened up sufficiently?” he asked as he jerked the shivering man out of the tub.
“I’ve been in the fucking bath since you dragged me off the street,” his captive spat at him. “That’s illegal you know?”
“It is?” Marcus scoffed, amused at the man’s indignation. “So is stalking I believe.”
“I wasn’t stalking.”
“You’ve been parked outside our offices every day for the last week. You haven’t been into any of the surrounding shops or even sat in the square. The only time you’ve left is when you were relieved by someone else. They were very distressed at missing you last night by the way.”
“What the hell?” The stalker yelped and jumped up. “Where is…?” he advanced on Marcus, fist raised.
“Don’t be stupid,” Marcus shook his head and backhanded him across the room. “Just answer the questions and you can go.” Grasping the man’s upraised leg; he gave the ankle a thoughtful twist. “Who do you work for?”
“I was just parked there,” his captive spat again and glared at him.
Marcus raised his eyebrows and snapped the ankle bone. “Who do you work for?” he asked over the screams of pain.
“I,” the man caught a sobbing breath. “Work for the Triumvirate.”
Marcus frowned and absentmindedly pressed against the broken bones. The Triumvirate and Wolfram and Hart didn’t normally interfere with each others activities. “What do they want and why are you watching the office? Why not come in and state your business?”
“I’m not watching the office, I’m watching for TheNecromancer.”
“Why? I didn’t think she was ever allowed to leave the fold without an escort. In fact I thought the current position was vacant?”
“I don’t know,” the man replied impatiently. “I was told to watch for the girl and report if she was here.”
“Do you have a description? What’s the all important girl’s name?” Marcus reached for the other leg and tugging on the ankle.
“I don’t know!”
“You must know,” Marcus twisted the ankle further. “How are you supposed to recognise her?”
“The Necromancer is supposed to be unmistakeable, all that magic and power in one place.”
“True,” Marcus frowned again.
The sight of this man had made Thace turn tail and run, he was sure of it. But although she seemed very au fait with demons and vampires, and certainly wasn’t scared of them; Thace had shown no sign that she herself had any sort of occult powers. Particularly the type of powers that The Necromancer was supposed to be endowed with.
“Why do you think she’s here?” he returned to his questions and his attentions to the unbroken ankle. “I don’t understand; your employers are famous for the control they exert over their pawns.”
“I don’t know,” the man wailed again.
“I’m sure you do…”
Marcus tightened his grip and the man yelped. “They lost her, alright?”
“Lost her?” Marcus was intrigued and remembering Haslett’s account asked. “How long ago?”
“Look I’m not supposed to know any of this,” his victim looked at him helplessly. “I found out be accident.”
“I’m unlikely to tell your bosses,” Marcus was amused again. “Tell me everything and I’ll get you some medical attention.”
The man drew a defeated breath and nodded. “They lost her way back, maybe 30 years ago; when she was a baby. The story goes her father wanted the power for himself and disappeared with her and the rest of the family, never to be found. Every couple of years they do a sweep of the most likely places for her to turn up. LA’s always on the list and I figured, if she’s rogue, your offices would be a good place to try. That’s all I know,” he studied Marcus’ unyielding expression. “I swear.”
Marcus shrugged, dropped the leg he was holding with a clunk and walked out to his desk. The more he learnt about Thace the more enigmatic she became.
**************
Harmony squealed and panted as Marcus pounded into her from behind. “Just keep doing that…oh….OH!!” she shuddered as her body clenched around him. “Oh yes Hammy, keep going, I want to feel you come…” she babbled loudly.
Marcus barely heard her. In self-defence he’d long since tuned out Harmony’s noisy approach to sex. Instead he was lost in a haze of pink hair, quiet moans and heated desire. A particularly high pitched squeal jerked him from his day-dream; and gripping Harmony’s hips he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts until his balls tightened and he emptied himself inside her.
“That was fantastic,” Harmony bounced off the bed enthusiastically. “You must have taken lessons or something.” She leant forward and examined her hair in the mirror. “You’re much more considerate than Spike; he never did what I wanted. I always thought my Blondie-bear was a bit selfish.”
She rattled on; leaving Marcus to gratefully remember Thace’s quietly satisfied purr. He frowned darkly as that led to thoughts of his uncharacteristic behaviour afterwards. He wasn’t the cuddling, hair-smoothing type, yet he’d done both with Thace and would’ve continued if he hadn’t come to his senses.
“So what did you find out?” he ground out, irritated at his inability to stop thinking about his skinny, clever enigma.
“No-one would talk to me,” Harmony pouted. “It took me ages to find a demon with an axe to grind.”
“But,” Marcus encouraged her.
“Getting into that library is like getting into an A-list party. You can’t just walk in off the street, it’s awarded or something.”
“Warded?” Marcus’ attention was caught.
“That’s what the demon guy said,” Harmony nodded. “If you want in, you’ve got to sign a contract or something. In blood,” she shuddered. “It’s alright drinking it, but using it to sign paper? Ewwwww.”
“What happens after the contract’s signed?” Marcus resisted the temptation to plunge the nearby chair leg through her chest.
“Then there’s a test and then that woman sets an award…”
“Sets wards,” Marcus corrected. “Thace sets them herself?”
“Yes,” Harmony crawled back onto the bed and shook her ass at him. “Haven’t we talked about her enough? It’s time for some more Hammy loving,” she crooned.
Marcus winced and glanced wistfully at the chair leg again. “I can’t wait,” he growled dutifully and fingering her clit roughly, jerked her hips toward his.
**************
“But…” Thace gestured at Tim to answer the other phone and went back to arguing with Angel.
After a few more minutes’ conversation, she sighed heavily and hung up.
“He signed his Shanshu away,” Tim put his own phone down and stared at her in disbelief. “Didn’t he?”
“He did what he thought was right,” Thace looked speculatively at him. “I wonder if I could…?”
“You wouldn’t, you can’t…” he gaped at her.
“No. I’m not sure I believe it’s me your prophecy is talking about,” she shrugged ruefully. “But if it is; I suspect, my being who I am, I’ll be seeing it through to the bitter end. But to get back to Angel, or what he said anyway, I think we’d better take cover for awhile.”
“What…” Tim started and stopped as the shop bell rang.
Thace glanced over and her eyes narrowed. “You’re not welcome here Mr Hamilton.”
“I see the vampire’s been busy,” Marcus remarked.
“Yes he has,” Thace frowned at him. “I thought you weren’t coming back?”
“I wasn’t.” He’d handed Drogyn over and headed straight here and he had no idea why. “I didn’t kill him.”
“No, you betrayed him.”
“I’m evil remember?”
“Not to your friends. There’s some lines everyone should keep.”
“Like the vampire has?”
“I’m disappointed in him too,” Thace said. “There’s the door Mr Hamilton, don’t come back again.”
She waited expectantly, but His Evilness didn’t move. “Your library,” he glared at her. “It’s warded isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Take yourself and whoever else you care about and stay there. Don’t come looking for Angel. Don’t. Come. Near. Wolfram and Hart.”
**************
“You can’t go out yet,” Tim argued. “You have no idea what’s happening out there.”
“It’s all over,” Thace shuddered; “for now at least. And I promised Angel I’d see to his friends.”
Tim sighed. “Then I’m coming to help.”
“Nope, I need you to stay here and watch the hordes,” she gestured toward the group inside the library. She’d let in a lot more than she was comfortable with and quite a few of them hadn’t signed the contract. “You can’t help much anyway. I’ll take Ramon and Zel with me.”
Thace didn’t bother going to Caritas. Lorne, if he was still alive, would be long gone. She found Wesley at Cyvus Vail’s mansion a strangely peaceful expression on his face. She sat with him for awhile before calling the others for help.
Behind the Hyperion, there was real carnage. Judging from the demon bodies littering the place, Angel’s friends had staged a massive resistance. There was no trace of either Angel or Spike, but after sifting through the bodies she found Gunn and Illyria. Sighing she wrapped the bodies and had them loaded on the truck with Wesley.
Climbing up beside the driver, she sat and stared out the window as the cities’ devastation rolled by. Recognising the landscape she sat up with a jerk. “Stop here.”
“But that’s…” the driver beside her trailed off.
“I won’t be a minute,” Thace swung down from the truck and walked across to the wreckage that used to be Wolfram and Hart.
Impelled by an impulse she didn’t really understand she gingerly picked her way through the foyer till she found the Liaison’s lifeless form.
“Marcus,” she sighed and looked down at the big body on the ground; neck twisted at an impossible angle, concrete beams covering his legs. “Weren’t you supposed to be immortal?” she frowned and hurriedly knelt down beside him to check for signs of life.
Unconsciously she flexed her fingers and was placing one hand on his forehead and the other on his chest, when he sat up suddenly and glared at her.
“I thought I told you to stay out of trouble and not to come here?”
“Since when did I take your orders?” Thace retaliated as she snatched her hands away. “Besides I’m not the one lying in the rubble with a broken neck.”
“Neither am I.” Marcus pushed at the beams and levered himself to his feet. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again and what were you going to do with your hands?”
“I’m checking on the injured and dead. Even you rate a decent burial you know,” in spite of herself Thace’s voice trembled and she blinked back tears.
“I prefer a funeral pyre if ever the occasion arises.”
“I’ll remember,” Thace remarked dryly. “Well you can’t stay here. You might heal quickly, but those injuries still need tending. You’d better come with me.”
Marcus rolled his shoulders and considered her quietly. “I’m sure my apartment is intact. If you insist on looking at my injuries we can go there now.”
Thace shook her head. “I’ve got people to see to first and then your injuries; at my place, not yours.”
“Afraid I might take advantage of you?”
“No,” she looked at him steadily. “I just like to have the upper hand.”
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Date: 2007-06-26 06:40 pm (UTC):D
So, um, will she look at his injuries or will she look at his injuries? *winkies*
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Date: 2007-06-27 11:53 am (UTC)She will look at his injuries and there may be tension :) That's all I can say...
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Date: 2007-06-26 07:01 pm (UTC)I like how you've incorporated the Final Battle and that Marcus is still alive! Yay!
Now will we get more smut in the near future?
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Date: 2007-06-27 11:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-28 09:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-30 01:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-02 02:34 am (UTC)Hammy? *snorts* I would have opted for the chair instead of a second go around. It goes to show you the man must have major needs. ; p
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Date: 2007-07-02 01:05 pm (UTC)