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"Some Other Beginning" (Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Al, WIP, 24/45?)
Title: Some Other Beginning
Author: m.jules
Rating: Hard R for the whole thing
Summary: "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Alphonse Elric helps Roy Mustang face life after more tragedy than one man should endure and finds something for himself in the process.
Pairing: mainly Roy/Al, with hints of and references to others. (Including, but not limited to, Ed/Winry, Al/Paninya, Gracia/Maes/Roy/Riza, and Al/Elicia.)
Disclaimer: Arakawa would KILL me. I bow low in supplication.
Author's Notes: This was meant to be "The Story That Proves In-Character Roy/Al Is Possible." Don't know if it worked. For my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7stages claim, prompt "New every morning."
Many thanks to my betas, whose suggestions I actually remembered to incorporate this time, unlike the last chapter. *blush* Thanks to all the readers as well for being patient even when I suck at answering comments. It makes me unbelievably happy that you comment at all.
Also, I'm going to make an announcement about the future of this fic: Up until now, a chapter has been posted every week, and each chapter has been an average length of 2000 words. Beginning with Chapter 25, this will all change. Due to real-life circumstances that sadly necessitate this, I will begin posting one chapter every two weeks instead. To make this up to you, at least a little, the new average word-length for the chapters is somewhere around 3000. (We'll put it this way: 25 and 26 are both over 3200 words apiece and Ch 27 is shaping up similarly.)
Here's hoping you stick with me.
Previous chapters can be found here.
Current chapter title courtesy of the "random" button on my iTunes and the incomparable Carole King. <3
Checking the array they’d etched into the bark of the young willow tree, Al thought this was slightly different than the other times they'd planted things in the garden. Al felt nervous about the possible results from this experimental array: it was the first time they had made any kind of permanent change to one of their plants. They weren't sure what effect it would have for the array to be permanently marked on the tree nor how long the initial activation would last. It was possible, they supposed, that the alchemic reaction would fade and need to be reactivated from time to time, or that the energy of the growing tree would be enough to sustain a continuous reaction.
"Accelerated growth," Al mused as they sat on their patio having after-dinner coffee. "Do you think the tree will just keep growing, or will it hit a plateau, a stage after which it can't sustain its own growth anymore?"
Roy hummed thoughtfully into his cup. "Either is possible, I suppose," he mused. "If the growth becomes uncontrollable we can always mar the array."
"That's true." Al's eyes wandered to the rest of the new plants. There were a few water-plants that they had painstakingly rooted into the streambed, rushes and cattails. Roy had mentioned possibly making a small still-water pool to grow some water lilies from Xing. They had another rosebush and some ground-covering flowering vines. They were all an experiment in different forms of gardening alchemy, including some experimental combinations of Amestrian alchemy with the rentenjentsu they learned from their friends in Xing.
Al was trying not to think too much about the evening ahead of them but that had been a lost cause for the last few days. The entire time they'd been planting the garden, Al's mind had kept wandering to ... other things.
Roy had suggested slowly getting Al's body accustomed to penetration by introducing the concept a little at a time. The first time Roy's slicked finger had entered him, Al had thought he was going to jump out of his skin. The sensation was odd to say the least, possibly even a little uncomfortable, until Roy had found something that made Al see sparks.
So that's why this feels so good, Al had thought at the time. He knew the anatomical reasons, of course, but he'd never imagined what it would actually feel like to have a lover touch him there, especially not while said lover's mouth was wrapped around his cock. They had slowly worked up to two fingers and then three. The night before they had discussed finally going all the way, and both agreed that the time was right. Their prolonged, teasing build up had not only prepared Al's body but apparently had gotten Roy mentally prepared as well. There was definitely a new kind of possessiveness and hunger to Roy's kisses now to the point that Al finally felt the man wasn't just trying to humor Al. Roy wanted him. He felt it every time their mouths met, with every brush of skin -- and Al wanted Roy, too.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, thinking that he was probably giving himself away pretty quickly. If Roy so much as glanced down at Al's lap, there was no way he could miss the evidence of where Al's mind had been. Alphonse forced his mind onto other matters, watching the way the fireflies blinked in the gathering dusk, like little faeries as they came to rest on the leaves and petals of their plants. By the time the first stars were coming out and their coffee was gone, Al felt settled somehow, as if the future was inevitable and he was greeting it squarely, calmly.
"Alphonse," Roy said, his voice raspy, though whether from coffee, from a few hours of silence, or from something else entirely Al didn't know. "Let's go inside."
All of Al's calm rationale came crashing down as he thought about what those words meant. Going inside meant going to bed, and going to bed meant sex. His stomach fluttered with nervous excitement and he nodded in agreement. Hell, he thought to himself as he stood and gathered their cups, watching to make sure Roy got to his feet okay. I don't even remember Paninya acting this nervous our first time.
He set the dishes in the kitchen sink and ran water in them, watching as the flow turned from brown to clear, and finally turned off the tap. Why am I stalling? he wondered. I want this. I've wanted this for a long time. I'm ready. Roy was already upstairs, Al having sent him ahead, and now Alphonse climbed the stairs one at a time, his stomach flip-flopping with each step.
He stepped into the room and smiled to see Roy sitting up in bed bare-chested, the covers pulled up to his waist. Al wondered if he'd bothered with pajama bottoms or not, knowing their plans. Roy beckoned him and Al shook his head a little. "Wait a second," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. He would prove he was as ready for this as Roy was, no shy, blushing virgin.
Except I sort of am a virgin, Al thought as he slid his shirt from his shoulders and dropped it into the hamper. And I'm blushing despite my best efforts, dammit. He reached for the button on his jeans. The least I can do is not be shy.
Finally stripped, he walked to his side of the bed and slid under the covers. Roy smiled and slid his hand along Al's jaw, kissing his chin.
"That was quite a show," Roy purred against his skin, licking at the corner of Al's mouth. "I enjoyed it."
Al wondered if he could possibly blush any more. Roy had been playing the seducer their last few evenings together, more evidence that the man was finally becoming comfortable with the status of their relationship, but Al wasn't used to the smooth way Roy teased and flirted with him, his words tugging at Al's body as effectively as any hands. Still, Roy's hands weren't idle. Roy brushed open lips over Al's mouth, teasing him with too little contact to be a real kiss, and slid bold hands over Al's hips and over his lower back.
Al shifted and Roy went with him, stretching out over the younger man's body, bare chests meeting, skin clinging to skin as Al's legs moved restlessly, opening to allow Roy's weight to settle between them. Al groaned and broke from the kiss as Roy's hardening cock pressed against his and Roy rocked down instinctively. Roy's forehead creased in discomfort and Al paused, panicked for a moment until he realized that Roy was at an awkward angle for his bad leg. He shifted them again so that they were side by side on the bed, Roy's weak leg slung across Al's thigh to support it. Roy smiled gently and kissed him again.
Their hips moved in rhythm and Al couldn't keep his eyes open. They'd done this before, more than once, and Al was just glad they had been working up to what was going to happen. His endurance was building. Even so, it would have been easy to let go and allow Roy to take him over the edge this way.
"Ready?" Roy whispered against Al's ear and he nodded.
Roy stretched to reach behind Al, catching the little bottle of oil from the bedside table where they had been keeping it for the last few nights. Al lay still, panting against Roy's throat as the man slicked three of his fingers and then traced a cool line down Al's spine. Al could feel himself already anticipating the touch and when Roy's first fingertip slipped in it was good, so good.
The second finger followed the first and Al tensed briefly. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but he was used to this and adjusted quickly. Then the third and he felt stretched to his limit but in such a blissful way. Still, even three fingers is smaller than Roy's cock, he thought, both frightened and aroused by the thought. Roy's fingers worked him steadily until Al couldn't contain his little sounds of pleasure, his hips rocking as he shamelessly tried to force the fingers deeper inside.
"I think you're ready," Roy said, giving the boy a chaste kiss as he pulled his fingers free. They had talked about this, too; how they would do it. All the easiest positions were made a little more difficult by Roy's weak leg. Roy had wanted to be able to do it face to face so that he could watch Al's expression and make sure he wasn't hurting his young lover too much, but there really hadn't been a practical way for that.
Now Al returned Roy's kiss with interest and took the oil bottle for himself. He poured a generous amount into the palm of one hand and rubbed his hands together before using both hands to massage the lubricant into Roy's cock. Al took his time running his hands over the swollen flesh, quiet groans working out of Roy's throat as the older man's eyes fluttered shut. When Al was finished, he wiped his hands on the little towel Roy had set out for that purpose and turned onto his other side, presenting Roy with his back. When Roy's body curled around his, a soft kiss finding its way to the nape of Al's neck, he shivered, tensing.
"Relax, Alphonse," Roy whispered as he ran soothing hands over the boy's chest and stomach. "Relax." Roy kept up his murmuring and his touches, along with soft kisses to Al's neck and shoulders, until Al finally managed to do as instructed. When most of the tension had seeped out of the young man's body, Roy reached down and guided himself to Al's entrance. Al could feel the head of Roy's cock prodding him and bit his lip as his own cock twitched with fear and anticipation.
When Roy pushed in, Al's head snapped back and Roy grunted as it connected with his shoulder. "Sshh," Roy soothed, one hand sliding around Al's body to find Al's hand, lacing their fingers together. Al squeezed hard, maybe too hard, as he tried to relax. Roy kept pushing, slowly, inch by inch, and Al had one thought: I'm dying.
Pain and pleasure rode a thin line, electricity sparking through him. He couldn't tell whether it felt so good it hurt or whether it just plain hurt, but Roy was inside him now and the thought alone was nearly enough to finish him off.
"Al," Roy groaned from behind him, their fingers tightening around each other as Al's body struggled to adjust to Roy's girth. "Al."
"Nngh," was all Al could say, blood rushing to the surface of his skin and staining him with heat and color. When Roy started moving, slow, shallow rocking at first, Al sucked in a breath and his eyes opened wide. No, now I'm dying. ...Has anything ever felt this good?
Roy's hand worked free from Al's death grip and Al clutched at the sheets instead, beginning to rock back to meet Roy's thrusts as they grew stronger, deeper. When Roy's hand wrapped around Al's cock, Al saw sparks. "Roy," Al panted, feeling he needed to warn the man that he was about to come. "Roy, I'm... I'm...!"
"Me, too," Roy panted at his ear and Al came noisily, Roy's name somewhere in the middle of his shouting. There was the startling sensation of something warm and wet inside of him and he realized Roy had followed him over the edge. Al felt Roy's cock slip out of him as they lay together, sticky and sweaty and breathing hard. He swallowed thickly and rolled over onto his back, flinching as the substance Roy had left inside began to trickle out.
Tongues lazily tangled as Roy pulled their bodies together, seemingly unmindful of the mess they were making of each other and the sheets. There would be time for cleaning up later, Al thought. He wrapped his arms around Roy's body and clung, shivering.
"Al, are you all right?" Roy didn't try to move Al back to look at him but returned the embrace.
Al nodded against Roy's shoulder, drawing in a shaky breath and blowing it out again. "Yeah," he finally managed. "Just... kind of intense."
Roy chuffed out a small laugh and kissed Al's temple. "I know what you mean," he said, his hand rubbing up and down Al's back. Al's fingers curled into Roy's skin and he forced himself to relax, feeling drowsiness creeping over him in the wake of their passion.
Author: m.jules
Rating: Hard R for the whole thing
Summary: "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Alphonse Elric helps Roy Mustang face life after more tragedy than one man should endure and finds something for himself in the process.
Pairing: mainly Roy/Al, with hints of and references to others. (Including, but not limited to, Ed/Winry, Al/Paninya, Gracia/Maes/Roy/Riza, and Al/Elicia.)
Disclaimer: Arakawa would KILL me. I bow low in supplication.
Author's Notes: This was meant to be "The Story That Proves In-Character Roy/Al Is Possible." Don't know if it worked. For my
7stages claim, prompt "New every morning." Many thanks to my betas, whose suggestions I actually remembered to incorporate this time, unlike the last chapter. *blush* Thanks to all the readers as well for being patient even when I suck at answering comments. It makes me unbelievably happy that you comment at all.
Also, I'm going to make an announcement about the future of this fic: Up until now, a chapter has been posted every week, and each chapter has been an average length of 2000 words. Beginning with Chapter 25, this will all change. Due to real-life circumstances that sadly necessitate this, I will begin posting one chapter every two weeks instead. To make this up to you, at least a little, the new average word-length for the chapters is somewhere around 3000. (We'll put it this way: 25 and 26 are both over 3200 words apiece and Ch 27 is shaping up similarly.)
Here's hoping you stick with me.
Previous chapters can be found here.
Current chapter title courtesy of the "random" button on my iTunes and the incomparable Carole King. <3
Checking the array they’d etched into the bark of the young willow tree, Al thought this was slightly different than the other times they'd planted things in the garden. Al felt nervous about the possible results from this experimental array: it was the first time they had made any kind of permanent change to one of their plants. They weren't sure what effect it would have for the array to be permanently marked on the tree nor how long the initial activation would last. It was possible, they supposed, that the alchemic reaction would fade and need to be reactivated from time to time, or that the energy of the growing tree would be enough to sustain a continuous reaction.
"Accelerated growth," Al mused as they sat on their patio having after-dinner coffee. "Do you think the tree will just keep growing, or will it hit a plateau, a stage after which it can't sustain its own growth anymore?"
Roy hummed thoughtfully into his cup. "Either is possible, I suppose," he mused. "If the growth becomes uncontrollable we can always mar the array."
"That's true." Al's eyes wandered to the rest of the new plants. There were a few water-plants that they had painstakingly rooted into the streambed, rushes and cattails. Roy had mentioned possibly making a small still-water pool to grow some water lilies from Xing. They had another rosebush and some ground-covering flowering vines. They were all an experiment in different forms of gardening alchemy, including some experimental combinations of Amestrian alchemy with the rentenjentsu they learned from their friends in Xing.
Al was trying not to think too much about the evening ahead of them but that had been a lost cause for the last few days. The entire time they'd been planting the garden, Al's mind had kept wandering to ... other things.
Roy had suggested slowly getting Al's body accustomed to penetration by introducing the concept a little at a time. The first time Roy's slicked finger had entered him, Al had thought he was going to jump out of his skin. The sensation was odd to say the least, possibly even a little uncomfortable, until Roy had found something that made Al see sparks.
So that's why this feels so good, Al had thought at the time. He knew the anatomical reasons, of course, but he'd never imagined what it would actually feel like to have a lover touch him there, especially not while said lover's mouth was wrapped around his cock. They had slowly worked up to two fingers and then three. The night before they had discussed finally going all the way, and both agreed that the time was right. Their prolonged, teasing build up had not only prepared Al's body but apparently had gotten Roy mentally prepared as well. There was definitely a new kind of possessiveness and hunger to Roy's kisses now to the point that Al finally felt the man wasn't just trying to humor Al. Roy wanted him. He felt it every time their mouths met, with every brush of skin -- and Al wanted Roy, too.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, thinking that he was probably giving himself away pretty quickly. If Roy so much as glanced down at Al's lap, there was no way he could miss the evidence of where Al's mind had been. Alphonse forced his mind onto other matters, watching the way the fireflies blinked in the gathering dusk, like little faeries as they came to rest on the leaves and petals of their plants. By the time the first stars were coming out and their coffee was gone, Al felt settled somehow, as if the future was inevitable and he was greeting it squarely, calmly.
"Alphonse," Roy said, his voice raspy, though whether from coffee, from a few hours of silence, or from something else entirely Al didn't know. "Let's go inside."
All of Al's calm rationale came crashing down as he thought about what those words meant. Going inside meant going to bed, and going to bed meant sex. His stomach fluttered with nervous excitement and he nodded in agreement. Hell, he thought to himself as he stood and gathered their cups, watching to make sure Roy got to his feet okay. I don't even remember Paninya acting this nervous our first time.
He set the dishes in the kitchen sink and ran water in them, watching as the flow turned from brown to clear, and finally turned off the tap. Why am I stalling? he wondered. I want this. I've wanted this for a long time. I'm ready. Roy was already upstairs, Al having sent him ahead, and now Alphonse climbed the stairs one at a time, his stomach flip-flopping with each step.
He stepped into the room and smiled to see Roy sitting up in bed bare-chested, the covers pulled up to his waist. Al wondered if he'd bothered with pajama bottoms or not, knowing their plans. Roy beckoned him and Al shook his head a little. "Wait a second," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. He would prove he was as ready for this as Roy was, no shy, blushing virgin.
Except I sort of am a virgin, Al thought as he slid his shirt from his shoulders and dropped it into the hamper. And I'm blushing despite my best efforts, dammit. He reached for the button on his jeans. The least I can do is not be shy.
Finally stripped, he walked to his side of the bed and slid under the covers. Roy smiled and slid his hand along Al's jaw, kissing his chin.
"That was quite a show," Roy purred against his skin, licking at the corner of Al's mouth. "I enjoyed it."
Al wondered if he could possibly blush any more. Roy had been playing the seducer their last few evenings together, more evidence that the man was finally becoming comfortable with the status of their relationship, but Al wasn't used to the smooth way Roy teased and flirted with him, his words tugging at Al's body as effectively as any hands. Still, Roy's hands weren't idle. Roy brushed open lips over Al's mouth, teasing him with too little contact to be a real kiss, and slid bold hands over Al's hips and over his lower back.
Al shifted and Roy went with him, stretching out over the younger man's body, bare chests meeting, skin clinging to skin as Al's legs moved restlessly, opening to allow Roy's weight to settle between them. Al groaned and broke from the kiss as Roy's hardening cock pressed against his and Roy rocked down instinctively. Roy's forehead creased in discomfort and Al paused, panicked for a moment until he realized that Roy was at an awkward angle for his bad leg. He shifted them again so that they were side by side on the bed, Roy's weak leg slung across Al's thigh to support it. Roy smiled gently and kissed him again.
Their hips moved in rhythm and Al couldn't keep his eyes open. They'd done this before, more than once, and Al was just glad they had been working up to what was going to happen. His endurance was building. Even so, it would have been easy to let go and allow Roy to take him over the edge this way.
"Ready?" Roy whispered against Al's ear and he nodded.
Roy stretched to reach behind Al, catching the little bottle of oil from the bedside table where they had been keeping it for the last few nights. Al lay still, panting against Roy's throat as the man slicked three of his fingers and then traced a cool line down Al's spine. Al could feel himself already anticipating the touch and when Roy's first fingertip slipped in it was good, so good.
The second finger followed the first and Al tensed briefly. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but he was used to this and adjusted quickly. Then the third and he felt stretched to his limit but in such a blissful way. Still, even three fingers is smaller than Roy's cock, he thought, both frightened and aroused by the thought. Roy's fingers worked him steadily until Al couldn't contain his little sounds of pleasure, his hips rocking as he shamelessly tried to force the fingers deeper inside.
"I think you're ready," Roy said, giving the boy a chaste kiss as he pulled his fingers free. They had talked about this, too; how they would do it. All the easiest positions were made a little more difficult by Roy's weak leg. Roy had wanted to be able to do it face to face so that he could watch Al's expression and make sure he wasn't hurting his young lover too much, but there really hadn't been a practical way for that.
Now Al returned Roy's kiss with interest and took the oil bottle for himself. He poured a generous amount into the palm of one hand and rubbed his hands together before using both hands to massage the lubricant into Roy's cock. Al took his time running his hands over the swollen flesh, quiet groans working out of Roy's throat as the older man's eyes fluttered shut. When Al was finished, he wiped his hands on the little towel Roy had set out for that purpose and turned onto his other side, presenting Roy with his back. When Roy's body curled around his, a soft kiss finding its way to the nape of Al's neck, he shivered, tensing.
"Relax, Alphonse," Roy whispered as he ran soothing hands over the boy's chest and stomach. "Relax." Roy kept up his murmuring and his touches, along with soft kisses to Al's neck and shoulders, until Al finally managed to do as instructed. When most of the tension had seeped out of the young man's body, Roy reached down and guided himself to Al's entrance. Al could feel the head of Roy's cock prodding him and bit his lip as his own cock twitched with fear and anticipation.
When Roy pushed in, Al's head snapped back and Roy grunted as it connected with his shoulder. "Sshh," Roy soothed, one hand sliding around Al's body to find Al's hand, lacing their fingers together. Al squeezed hard, maybe too hard, as he tried to relax. Roy kept pushing, slowly, inch by inch, and Al had one thought: I'm dying.
Pain and pleasure rode a thin line, electricity sparking through him. He couldn't tell whether it felt so good it hurt or whether it just plain hurt, but Roy was inside him now and the thought alone was nearly enough to finish him off.
"Al," Roy groaned from behind him, their fingers tightening around each other as Al's body struggled to adjust to Roy's girth. "Al."
"Nngh," was all Al could say, blood rushing to the surface of his skin and staining him with heat and color. When Roy started moving, slow, shallow rocking at first, Al sucked in a breath and his eyes opened wide. No, now I'm dying. ...Has anything ever felt this good?
Roy's hand worked free from Al's death grip and Al clutched at the sheets instead, beginning to rock back to meet Roy's thrusts as they grew stronger, deeper. When Roy's hand wrapped around Al's cock, Al saw sparks. "Roy," Al panted, feeling he needed to warn the man that he was about to come. "Roy, I'm... I'm...!"
"Me, too," Roy panted at his ear and Al came noisily, Roy's name somewhere in the middle of his shouting. There was the startling sensation of something warm and wet inside of him and he realized Roy had followed him over the edge. Al felt Roy's cock slip out of him as they lay together, sticky and sweaty and breathing hard. He swallowed thickly and rolled over onto his back, flinching as the substance Roy had left inside began to trickle out.
Tongues lazily tangled as Roy pulled their bodies together, seemingly unmindful of the mess they were making of each other and the sheets. There would be time for cleaning up later, Al thought. He wrapped his arms around Roy's body and clung, shivering.
"Al, are you all right?" Roy didn't try to move Al back to look at him but returned the embrace.
Al nodded against Roy's shoulder, drawing in a shaky breath and blowing it out again. "Yeah," he finally managed. "Just... kind of intense."
Roy chuffed out a small laugh and kissed Al's temple. "I know what you mean," he said, his hand rubbing up and down Al's back. Al's fingers curled into Roy's skin and he forced himself to relax, feeling drowsiness creeping over him in the wake of their passion.
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and I will miss not reading your stuff every week, but I understand how life is. I hope everything is going well in your life! :)
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And yeah, sorry for the delay in posting, but I'm kinda swamped. (Which is also my sad excuse for not replying to this comment for two weeks... ^_^;)
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ok? yes'm.
*finds icon entirely appropriate*
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Just wait 'til we get Ryan and Nathan to this stage.
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Yeah, what he said.
Very intense, and quite well done. *claps*
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And the fornightly posting is fine! Seriously, it's so nice as a reader having an author stick to a schedule instead of just posting randomly. Very much appreciated from this end.
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And yeah, if I didn't have a schedule, you might never get updates from me... I suck like that. *G*
YEAH!
>>he tried to relax. Roy kept pushing, slowly, inch by inch, and Al had one
thought: I'm dying.<<
I burst out with laughter before i knew it. I have a long ago memory very similar to that. And it's so true.
The previous chapter. When they were planting. They talked about etching a new array into a tree and talked about possible outcomes. Was that allegorical to the new step they were about to take in their relationship. And the possible outcomes of it?
as always, love to read your work. thanks so much.
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And you know, you read a lot more allegory into my work than I actually write into it... *laugh* I think it's so cool, but I'm constantly going, "Man, I'm so not as cool as he thinks I am." *giggle*
I'm very glad you're still enjoying this, and I always appreciate your comments. :)
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My work here is done.
;)
Glad you enjoyed it, m'dear.
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So sorry to hear that life is intervening (damn life), but we'll all look forward to the new chapters whenever you can post them.
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And yes... damn interferences. Also, dude, writing slump needs to be gone now. *sweatdrop*
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I agree with lyricnonsense though. Al said it all.
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Tricky author, you put us into a stupor with the hot sex and all, and then drop the bomb about the biweekly updates. Stupid real life! Seriously, your story is worth waiting for. As someone said above, it's nice just knowing when to
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I used to be much more clever than this, too, but I have a headache and... well. Wit is not mine at such moments. :) I'm always glad to see you pop up in the comments, though.
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i'm suddenly glad to be back from vacation...