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Prompt Post #2
ROUND 2
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Obligatory orgy prompt + incest
(Anonymous) 2016-12-28 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)Bonus if Credence and Newt were virgins before this, and the more experienced characters help them along (think one of the girls fingering Newt or Credence open and then holding their hand or helping them keep their legs spread while they take their first cock...)
Re: Obligatory orgy prompt + incest
(Anonymous) 2016-12-29 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)especially the last part, hot damn
Fill: Auld Lang Syne 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 06:58 am (UTC)(link)Luckily Queenie was an excellent hostess and soon enough the awkwardness was lost to some well deserved relaxation, helped along by warm firelight and chilled champagne. The very first sip of alcohol had Credence blushing prettily and bowing his head as though he might hide behind hair that was only just beginning to brush his ears. As lovely as he was with his hair growing longer Queenie made a mental note to curb that habit soon.
She wasn’t the only one to notice and she smiled when Newt made mention of the developing habit, long fingers tucking the strands back and making Credence flush even darker. There was a flicker of something darker and less joyous at her peripheral and Queenie turned, expression softening. She laid a hand over Percival’s arm, soothing and gentle. Dark eyes flickered down to the flute in his hand and she only smiled sympathetically as he wished for the champagne to turn to brandy.
“Nothing that hard, tonight. We agreed.” And if she worried that the Director was, perhaps, relying too heavily on brandy to cope with the last year he didn’t need to know that. Percival sighed heavily, casting her a look that was both exasperation and fondness.
They snacked and drank champagne, talking and flirting in equal measures. At some point Jacob got the radio working and it wasn’t long before he was twirling Queenie through the middle of the living room. Tina was quick to levitate the coffee table out of the way, dark eyes flicking a chiding glare at her sister. If the swirling fan of the beaded hem of Queenie’s dress had caught on the tray of shot glasses in the center of the table Tina would have been furious.
They’d spent all of Queenie’s christmas bonus on the supplies and Tina had to do most of the prep for the potion that glimmered alluring and rosy gold in those glasses. She’d insisted it was worth it for tonight, for this strangely unprofessional but so very necessary thing they were doing. Some might say it wasn’t necessary by any means but if that was the case then they’d never seen the haunted look on Percival’s face when she brought him coffee and interrupted a memory that she knew by the sheer force of the walls he slammed into place when she opened the door would’ve left lesser men in tears... or mad. And make no mistake it was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn’t lost the Director to the coping mechanisms of his own mind long before they’d found him.
Anyone that said this wasn’t necessary had never heard the broken sound of Credence crying for all that he’d lost in the night, when he didn’t dare disturb the kind ladies that had taken him in when he deserved to die. How anyone could blame the boy for being anything but terrified, of himself, of the world, of the unforgiving and cruel God his “mother” had taught him to fear, was beyond her but there it was. Newt and his anxious glances, like he was quite certain that any moment they’d laugh at him and insist that he had no place among them. Jacob with his fierce determination to take what was offered and count himself lucky for it though he knew damned well it wouldn’t last, that Queenie would come to her senses and leave him.
No. This was absolutely necessary. All of their boys were so broken in their own ways, so fearful, and Queenie silently fumed at the world that had left them all so uncertain of themselves. If a small part of her was eager to replace the happy memories of her sister’s childhood that had been stolen from her and drowned in that execution chamber with something new and joyful she hardly felt any guilt for it.
But this was all about a new start for them all, a new life, a new family and Queenie was determined that it would be exactly that. They were all here for the others now, no matter how far Newt might travel or how lost in the past Credence or Percival might get. What better time to celebrate this new beginning they were forging than New Year’s Eve?
In the end Percival was the first one to pluck one of those shot glasses off the coffee table and knock it back, face immediately flushing darkly though he only offered Newt a sheepish half-shrug when the redhead cocked a brow at him. It was only just after 11 when Percival took that shot glass and Queenie couldn’t help giggling at his impatience. Well, less impatience and more the man was always very straight-forward, dancing around their goals for the end of the night and letting the anticipation build was not his style. Not that it really mattered so much, the potion would do very little. It wasn’t designed to do much more than the No-Maj liquor, lowering inhibitions a little, leaving a flush of warmth settling in the drinker’s belly. And, of course, a little bit of a bump for the boys’ stamina.
Wouldn’t do for them to exhaust themselves too early, after all.
Percival settled back on the couch, legs stretched out as much as he dared, flute of champagne held lazily between fingers that were clearly more used to cradling a scotch glass. His gaze lingered a little longer than strictly necessary on Queenie’s hips as she swayed with Jacob through the living room and when dark eyes flicked up when she giggled. Percival did not look away, did not apologize or make excuses, just let her see the subtle heat in his gaze. Queenie gripped Jacob’s shoulder a little tighter, a breath coming out a little unsteady.
“Alright, Doll?” Jacob murmured, his hand on her waist drifting slightly, pulling her a little closer. Across the room Tina was considering gently extracting herself from reassuring Credence, who had very abruptly stopped paying attention, eyes fixated on the lazy play of Percival’s fingers around the rim of his glass. Queenie flashed Jacob a blinding smile, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Perfect, honey.” She practically purred the words, pressing in closer to Jacob for a fleeting moment, letting him feel the warmth of her body, the supple curve of her. Then she was stepping away, aware of the eyes that followed her and giddy with all the attention. She made a point of bending low as she reached for two of those shot glasses, gaze flickering up to Percival as his followed the plunging neckline of her dress, letting her hips sway a little as Jacob watched her ass… and she let a wicked smirk flick over to Newt when she caught his appreciative thoughts as well.
She spun back around to face Jacob, holding one of the glasses out to him and giggling again when he took it from her fingers with a smile. Her would be toast was interrupted before she could even begin, Tina rolling her eyes and feigning exasperation as she crossed the room to the coffee table as well. “Here, Newt. Credence.” She floated glasses carefully over to the two men before picking up her own. “Before Queenie knocks half the batch off the table.” Muttered annoyance though Queenie, and she honestly suspected everyone in the room, knew it was just to cover her own eagerness.
Or maybe as an excuse to drop onto the couch beside Percival, very determinedly staring at her glass for a moment before downing it in one hard swallow.
“We should move this before we all lose our heads.” Tina gestured to the living room as a whole, directing her words to Queenie because the girls had made plans on what they planned to change in the room.
“Lose our heads? Thought you said this weren’t nothing like that, Queen.” Jacob asked softly, a fine thread of worry creeping into his thoughts. She shook her head, fingers laying over his lips, quickly shushing him.
“No, no… it isn’t. Teenie just can’t handle her liquor so these things tend to hit her awful hard.” She giggled again, gaze flicking back to Tina even as Newt finally sighed softly, almost resigned to this fate he had brought upon himself, and swallowed down his dose.
“Are you always so damned responsible, Goldstein?” Percival rumbled at Tina, shaking his head a little, lifting his champagne glass to take another long drink but when Tina flushed and made to stand his other hand gripped her knee tightly, urging her back onto the couch. “Isn’t the point of this to relax?” And there’s something of a challenge in his gaze when he finally looks at her, enough to make Tina gasp softly and something hot and jealous burn in the corner of Queenie’s mind.
Credence was still standing uncertainly against the wall between the dining room and living room, head bowed, lip clenched between his teeth but there was an intensity to those dark eyes as he looked up through his hair at Tina and Percival on the couch that left Queenie breathless. She wasn’t sure which of them he was jealous of, which one of them he wanted to possess so fully but then she didn’t think he knew, exactly, himself. Her hand caught Jacob’s as she moved across the room, trailing him behind her as she approached Credence for no reason other than the fact that even without the potion yet she didn’t want to stop touching Jacob.
“Credence?” Queenie murmured his name softly, releasing Jacob’s hand to ease her own up Credence’s arm, soothing and reassuring and he flushed a brilliant shade of red as he realized she’d heard his thoughts, dark and wrong and-
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting them.” She interrupted firmly, fingers curling around his wrist as though she could better make him understand if she just touched him enough. “That’s the whole point, remember?” He finally lifted his gaze to meet her eyes, concerned and fearful and she wondered again if they were rushing him too much with this. Credence had been the one she’d talked to the most about this, stressing and reiterating that this was okay, this was not wicked, this was natural. Trying to help him understand all of the things about his religion that his mother had perverted. The fact that he was also talking to a pastor at another church now, a gentler man that held services for wizarding folk on Sundays and Wednesdays helped a lot, gave him a way to reconcile his belief in God with something other than abuse and neglect.
And this was meant to be part of that healing process, for him and Percival both. They’d talked about it and she could feel him struggling to remember that, to swallow down the shame that immediately came with the rush of emotions seeing the others like this brought. Then his gaze dropped back down to his glass and suddenly Queenie understood some of his reservations. Lowered inhibitions could mean something more dangerous and frightening for Credence. The obscurus hadn’t surfaced in weeks, it hadn’t had a need to, but there was still a lingering fear there and Queenie gently took the glass from his fingers.
“You don’t have to drink this…” She flashed him a smile as she reached out to set it on the dining table. “You’re plenty young enough to keep up, I’m sure.” A teasing wink and he flushed impossibly darker but still he nodded and leaned into her when her fingers found their way into his hair.
She drew away just long enough to finally clink her glass against Jacob’s, slowly draining the glass, savoring the rich,luxurious heat of it on her tongue. By the time she set down the glass, two swallows at most, her breathing came faster and a pleasant warmth coursed through her, making her giggle softly. Jacob followed her lead, though much faster, and whistled as he stared at the empty glass. He laughed and the two of them leaned against each other savoring the warmth and contact of the other. Queenie ended up pressing herself to Credence’s side, resting her head lightly on his shoulder, fingers playing in the lengthening hair at the nape of his neck and simply enjoying the younger man’s height. Her eyes followed his gaze, lips quirking up in a smirk as she realized that Tina was now half in Percival’s lap, flushed and eager. “They are awful pretty…” She murmured dreamily and Jacob hummed his agreement from beside her, gaze nowhere near the pretty picture being painted on the couch.
Tina smiled, something bold and fierce in her eyes as she shifted from the couch to kneel on the floor in front of Percival. Her hands splayed on his thighs, his breath catching in his chest for a long moment.
And just like that, the atmosphere changed.
Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 11:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)And I'm actually the author of the "kink fairy godmother Queenie" fill so your Queenie is exactly the way I imagined her, lol.
Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 1/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-02 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: Auld Lang Syne 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 11:33 am (UTC)(link)Tina kept her head bowed slightly, looking up at her boss in a way she only had in fantasies before, not that she would’ve admitted it to anyone but her sister. Which wasn’t even by choice, really. The man was a force to be reckoned with, cool and confident, efficient and untouchable. Then suddenly everything was different, Grindelwald had swept in and changed so much. No matter how much the Director tried to behave as though not a single goddamned thing had budged so much as a millimeter everything was different now. That intangible air of superiority was no longer so convincing, at least not to his own department, not to the team that had known him before and saw the subtle shifts now. The team that had failed him so thoroughly.
But without that carefully maintained barrier between him and the rest of the aurors, the rest of MACUSA, hell, the rest of the world, he was suddenly knowable, reachable, and so delightfully warm under her fingertips as she let her hands drift slowly up from his knees to the inside of his thighs. She let her fingers press in, just firm enough to not take no for an answer, spreading his legs, coaxing him to lounge a little more relaxed on her couch even as she inched forwards, her shoulders between his knees, her fingers lifting to smooth up his chest. He was still too light. She could tell by the way her fingers found small, subtle ridges of his ribs even through the layers of shirt and vest.
Still needing to gain back weight or not he was a powerful man, broad and well muscled, and when her hands drifted back down, fingers skimming over his belt she wasn’t sure which of them shivered harder. Tina lifted her gaze to meet his, dark and hungry and full of a heat she had only dared dream of. There was something so viscerally satisfying about that, seeing that expression turned on her and she couldn’t help the way her lips curled into a half-formed smirk, her lower lip pouting out just enough to make that heated gaze focus on her mouth with an intensity that left her breathless.
“Last chance…” She let her voice carry, head turning just enough to flick her gaze over her shoulder to the rest of the room. Not that she expected anyone to duck out now but now that they were all here and undeniably doing what they’d only discussed with Queenie she felt like she should offer up an out. Mostly for Newt… and Credence. She hates how uncertain both of them are and perhaps if she hadn’t spent the last 5 years nursing a desperate lust for the man before her she’d have been a little more considerate to start with them. But this still seemed just a touch surreal and like hell she wasn’t going to take an opportunity once presented to her.
“No one is leaving, Goldstein.” Percival all but growls above her and she gasps softly, the tone and, impossibly, the formality making heat race down her spine. The subtle reminder that he was still her boss, even if work was the farthest thing from their minds.
“Yes, sir…” A soft murmur, her teeth finding her lip as his hand lifted to thread into her hair, tension fluttering through his belly and she could feel it against her knuckles as she finally began to unfasten his belt.
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For being probably the two most straight-forward, abrupt, sometimes even abrasive people in the room they sure were taking their sweet time getting on with it. How they managed to do that with the sinuous curl of magical heat unfurling in their bellies was beyond Jacob. Or maybe he was just that excited to be here, doing this with these people that had so swiftly come to mean so much to him. Queenie was still lazily stroking her fingers through Credence’s hair, over his shoulders, soothing and relaxing and gorgeous.
Somehow, probably without even really meaning to, Newt had gradually distanced himself from the rest of the group. A few steps here, a flickering of his gaze there and now he stood alone at the far side of the room, gaze on Tina and Percival but something a tiny bit sad in his eyes. Jacob flicked a glance at Queenie who gave him the briefest of nods, smile brightening and Credence gasped softly as she did something with her fingers in his hair.
Then Jacob was moving across the room, a wry smile setting his moustache at a slant and Newt glanced up, blushing as though he’d been found out at something improper. It was improper, really. If only by American standards. None of it really mattered though, not to them, not when they were all so fragile and it was only through their combined efforts that any one of them hadn’t shattered over the last weeks. And all of it was because of Newt. All of it. They would be strangers ground to mud in the gears of this great city if this brilliant, fascinating, gorgeous man hadn’t swept in and upturned all of their lives.
“Heya, Newt?” Jacob lifted a hand, gesturing for the redhead to come closer, to step away from the security of the wall at his back. Newt tilted his head, curious but still doing as requested anyway. Before he had a chance to figure out precisely what it was that Jacob wanted, though, strong fingers fisted into his vest, wrenching him off balance and crashing their lips together.
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Queenie is reluctant to draw her fingers out of Credence’s hair, the strands thick and silken under her touch and she wants to bury both hands into his hair and just luxuriate in the feel of it. She hums softly to herself, promising to do so later. Instead she withdraws her hand, pushing gently away from his warmth to reach for her wand. It’s the work of a few moments to change the rug to something thicker, fluffier and more comfortable. It takes a fair bit more concentration to shift the solid, heavy wood of the coffee table into a tumble of thick plush cushions. They’re still a little heavy, too stiff and she frowns, sighing a little.
This was why she wanted Newt’s help with this part. Not that she was about to interrupt when Jacob had the redhead pushed up against the wall now, mouths hungry and needy and she flicked her wand in their direction. Both men’s ties slither away from their throats, drifting over to the dining room table to begin the pile that will gradually increase. Briefly she considers charming off Percival’s tie but she resists, thinking that part of the appeal for Tina, just now, is how incredibly put together the older man looks.
His belt though, that can go onto the table. She barely begins to move it when she feels Credence stiffen beside her and instead flicks it urgently under the couch, hidden from sight and she turns a blinding smile on the younger man.
“Your turn, sweetheart.” She practically purrs as both hands thread into the thick, dark waves of his hair, finally. Briefly she thinks that it’s no wonder his mother forced him to keep it so painfully, hideously shorn. His hair alone is sinful in its decadence and Queenie just takes a moment to savor it before she leans in, kissing him softly. It’s a chaste kiss, a light brush of lips, but even that is enough to make him whimper.
Her hands move from his hair, stroking lightly from his ears, his jaw, the long pale column of his throat, down along his arms as she steps back from him. Another twirl of her wand and her dress slinks off of her form to join the dining room table’s pile. Queenie grinned at Credence, sashaying over to the open space in front of the fire, stepping gingerly onto the plush blanket and then lowering herself onto it, sprawling out, long limbs stretched out and gleaming golden pale in the firelight.
“Do come on, boys.” A playful murmur as she looks over to where Credence and now Jacob are staring hungrily after her. Newt is a little too flushed and preoccupied with press of Jacob against him to realize exactly what the shift of events is right away but once that green-gold gaze focuses on her Queenie’s breath catches in her chest at the intensity of it.
Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 2/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)Once again this is lovely and also you really know how to leave us wanting more with those cliffhangers!
Fill: Auld Lang Syne 3/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)“Of course you’d be a goddamn tease.” The words were ground out, his jaw clenched tight. The hand that had briefly been in her hair moved to grip the arm of the chair as she finally, finally unzipped his trousers, spreading the fabric open and humming a pleased little sound when she found him wearing nothing beneath.
“You go to work like this, boss?” Amusement and desire both coloring her voice as delicate fingers lifted his cock, careful to keep the touch light and teasing still, nothing remotely satisfying about it.
“Somehow, given our plans for the evening, underthings hardly seemed prudent.” He tried his damnedest to keep his voice as smooth as possible, to hold himself together even now. Then Tina let out a huff of laughter, her breath warm and promising against him and he groaned softly, fingers tightening on the arm of the couch, the muscles of his belly twitching eagerly. It made her purr, so very satisfied at the response, even when he was still trying to be collected.
He wasn’t sure what would happen if he was anything but collected, honestly. Losing his composure was not something he often let happen even before but now… now there was so much more that he had to keep in check. God knew what he would do if he lost himself now. It made tension coil every muscle tight, will power the only thing keeping him still as she began to tease her fingers over his length, never squeezing or even fully holding him, just trailing feather light touches over heated flesh.
The arm of the chair creaked softly, protesting as Percival’s knuckles went white with the force of his grip. Tina’s nails skimmed so infuriatingly lightly over him and then abruptly, just when he thought he might have to hex her to get her to do anything more she ducked her head, lips closing firmly around the head of his cock. His head snapped back against the couch, mouth falling open with a curse and he shook with the effort of remaining still, of not jerking his hips up to fuck into her mouth.
Another moment and his restraint shattered.
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Queenie was an absolute vision, splayed out the way she was. The thing was, she knew it and the show was not for Credence. He knew that. No matter how much she enjoyed his hair or the sweet kiss she had given him. Queenie was soft, gentle and reassuring and made him think far too much of what he suspected Modesty would grow to be in the right hands. She’d told him, when this party was first proposed to him, that this was a new beginning, that they were family now, and he agreed. Which was precisely why, gorgeous as she was, there was something a little bit odd about thinking of Queenie like that.
It was only Queenie, though. Perhaps that just meant she’d done too good a job trying to take care of him over the last weeks.
He let his gaze flicker away from her and his breathing deepened, mouth going dry with a kind of want he’d never felt before. Newt and Jacob, pressed hungrily against each other even though Credence only had the most rudimentary understanding of what men did together. The breathtaking sight of what Tina was doing to Mr. Graves, lewd and improper and so sinful that it made his cheeks burn even as he stepped forward, drawn in by their beauty. He’d heard of these things before, of course. It was impossible to traverse the streets of this city, especially in the evenings, and not know at least some of what was going on there. This was so different, though. The gleeful mischief in Tina’s eyes, the needy weight of his gaze.
Queenie was still there before the fire, reaching a hand out and Credence realized with a flush that she thought he was moving towards her. He bit his lip lightly, looking down at his feet, but was saved from further embarrassment when Jacob moved past him, one hand clutching Newt’s wrist as they fumbled onto the broad cushion on the floor. As they moved past him Newt’s hand splayed over his chest to steady himself as he stumbled after Jacob and there was a fleeting moment when their eyes met, gold met black and there was a jolt of heat between them.
Newt’s mouth found Credence’s, quick and hard, sloppy as Jacob tugged lightly at his wrist and Newt slid away from his lips with a breathless laugh that made Credence’s blood sing in a way he imagined was very like that potion the others had drank. He swallowed hard, fingers coming up to touch his lips, surprised that someone like Newt would actually have wanted to kiss him. Part of him is quite certain that it is little more than pity that has made any one of them want him here.
But if that is the case he is going to steal at least one moment to do something that he has ached for over the past months. So, instead of following the others’ urging he circled around behind the couch, licking his lips as he looked down at Tina’s lips spread around Mr. Graves’ cock. Then he took a breath, steeled his nerves and bent down, fingers threading into Percival’s hair as Credence pressed a kiss to the other man’s lips.
His head was already tipped back, resting over the back of the couch, panting softly as Tina worked her mouth around him. Percival groaned, the hand that had been gripping the arm of the couch slamming up into his hair and twisting hard enough to make Credence whimper into his mouth. Distantly Credence was aware of a soft, muffled sound coming from Tina and he could feel Percival shift under him but the older man’s hand in his hair prevented him from looking down to see exactly what it was that had changed. Not that he was terribly concerned, not when he had his Mr. Graves’ lips against his finally, the older man’s tongue wasting no time in forcing Credence’s lips open to taste him, tongue demanding and a low rumbling growl vibrating through his chest. It was enough to have Credence melting against the side of the couch, bracing himself with a hand beside Percival’s head but even then he doubted his balance.
Somehow he wasn’t sure Tina would mind terribly if he collapsed on them.
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There was something exhilarating about the whole situation that left Newt dizzy and distantly wondering why he was so hesitant about this in the first place. He frowned slightly as he finally let Jacob pull him away from Credence’s mouth, stumbling onto the cushioned portion of the floor, spilling himself down onto the blankets with a soft chuckle. As lovely as the feeling was he hadn’t expected the high of the situation to affect him quite so strongly. Maybe it was the heady rush of being included with so many beautiful people, maybe the sisters had made that potion a tad stronger than they’d meant to.
“I did not!” Queenie protested with a giggle, even as Jacob’s mouth moved down her throat, his hands hungry and eager on her body. Newt flushed darkly, he hadn’t meant to think quite so loudly. Queenie’s hands reached for him even as she gasped under the attentions of Jacob’s mouth on her throat, darkening a soft mark onto smooth skin. One hand curled against the back of Jacob’s neck even as she wrapped her other hand around Newt’s wrist.
One did not travel the world, involve oneself with peoples whose daily routines would make his fellows back in England blush, and not come out having seen and experienced a few unorthodox things. Even so he’d never been a part of something like this and the fact that it was happening in an apartment in New York City, in the “civilized” world only made it more intoxicating. There was still a part of him that was certain that this would be much more enjoyable for the rest of thiem without him here, awkward and fumbling and uncertain.
It was hard to remember that, though, when Queenie was dragging him closer by the grip she had on his wrist. She arched up beneath him, Jacob’s hands on her waist, coaxing him down into a kiss. Her kisses were just like her, light and warm, so gentle compared to Jacob’s eager passion. Newt felt himself smiling into the kiss despite himself and Queenie’s joyous laughter bubbled against his lips like wine. He was drunk, he realized distantly. Drunk on her, on them, on this place where he had found something closer to a home than he had known all his life, on this strange family they had built for themselves here.
With that realization he finally, completely, let go, sinking down into Queenie’s kisses, long fingers light and encouraging on her throat, ghosting over the spot of burning heat that Jacob’s mouth had left behind.
Re: Fill: Auld Lang Syne 3/?
(Anonymous) 2017-02-09 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)