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Good god, am I doing one of these every other week now? (I. I just. I keep getting enough done. And I'm a little drained after Visitation.)
FICBIT ME.
Bits will be five hundred words at least. Any fandom you know I know.
I am receptive to crossovers* this time around. (white_aster, I am looking STRAIGHT AT YOU.) In fact, if it is something I have
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Part of the alliance included Vayne marrying Ashe.
I know. Indulge me. ^_^x
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His kiss is rehearsed, sickeningly so, and she has half a mind to pull away and ask him whether he went to the trouble of sending around a call for willing lips or tangled his tongue in a pillowcase instead.
In fact, she actually does.
Unfluttered, he answers, “one of my guards,” and resumes kissing her. His hand is behind her head, hard and hot, and the palm of it broken like a cliff’s face. Ashe thinks of her Captains’ hands and nearly bites Vayne’s tongue.
He pulls away for air; she has another barb on her lips for him. “Did you do more than kiss that guard?”
“I could show you, if you would have me,” and that voice has all the smoothness that his hands lack. The one is tangled in her hair and nearly pulling it and the other sinking lower along her, under her chin now. He is doubled toward her, eyes closed-does not mean he cannot see me, Ashe thinks rather suddenly-but there is a reason rehearsal brooks a good performance, and she traps the moan in her throat before it can sound. He notices, of course ( ... )
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Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Hot, even though it more than fairly makes my skin crawl.
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