Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non
"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"
You might've guessed it: We are on the 7th prompt post. Hurray!
And although seven is "the most magical number there is", the rules for ( Read more... )
It arises from various helpful Anon-suggestions; and from the PM in person for fortuitously appearing all over the media in formal evening-wear.
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Give me a 5!
.... er, that's all I wanted, thanks ...
/hits F5 like a demon
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I'm on it.
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Later, David would recall Andy’s hands on his waistband, loosening the fastenings and stripping him down in what felt like indecent haste.
He opened languorous eyes to behold - once again - the fit, uniformed body on its knees, the dark head bent to his groin (how had Andy divined that particular kink?) …..
…. and Andy’s voice (uncharacteristically husky), telling him - ”Keep watching, darling!” just before he was engulfed; swallowed; and, held fast by a stern grip at either hip. He was finally totally overwhelmed by a wet, caressing sensation; and unconditionally overthrown in a welter of visibly-reflected need.
His hot forehead met with cold glass as he collapsed forward against the surface of the mirror.
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There will be one final part to come.
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He rather thought (closing his eyes again) that his involuntary moan might have been audible.
Mine too, David, mine too.
I ... Just .... Guh ....
/collapses
You have hit my kinks here as precisely as Andy hits David's. I wish I could be more articulate in praise of this fic but it has utterly blown my mind.
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Thank you, I'm happy you liked it.
*points downwards*
It's now complete.
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David’s head was burrowed lazily into the down pillow below his cheek. Consequently, it took a moment for him to catch the gist. Slowly, he rolled onto his back and cracked one eye open.
“Was that a Declaration?”
Andy went faintly pink in the dimmed light.
“Thought you were asleep,” he mumbled, adding sheepishly, “Yeah, it might have been.”
David digested this in silence; absently reaching out to stroke Andy’s arm. The stippling from the harsh uniform-cloth was fading, he noted; but still visible.
“I still think you look like you’ve been comprehensively flogged with nettles.”
Andy wriggled uncomfortably.
“Don’t keep going on about it!” he said uneasily, “And anyway - how would you know?”
“Medieval Literature!” said David knowledgeably, “”Well, anyway - T H White’s Once and Future King“It was thorns, not nettles!” corrected Andy, “And No; no WAY! If you want that sort of thing, you should go and ask Ed ( ... )
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You know Andy was sitting beside EMil today and all I could think about was this fic and him sitting there so that he could ogle David and make him blush.
I am one happy reader right now :)
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Thank you for everything; and I'm glad you've been happy with Andy and David.
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Oh and, this fic? Very, very hot and very, very &hearts &hearts &hearts
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I'm glad you liked the fic.
Well, Andy kinda made the declaration by mistake - assuming that David was asleep.
However .... after I read your comment, I had a futher thought. So I guess there may be an Absolutely Final Conclusive Conclusion.
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My cunning plan to keep prompting and prompting until the universe is made of this fic seems to be working :)
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Was it you who recc'd it on the Lolitics-Freeze thread? If so, you made this Authoranon very happy.
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