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Hitchhiker's Guide to the Valley
This was not his bedroom; this was definitely not his apartment. It was a single room, with a small table across from the bed and a fireplace on the back wall. When he looked out the window, he could see evergreen trees and the chatty bird who wanted everyone to know what his plans for the day were. The walls and floor were plain wood, and a small painting of a tree hung on the wall. At the end of the bed—which was not Brian’s normal bed—Pat looked about two minutes away from an anxiety attack. Mentally, Brian gave Pat a pass for what he would usually consider an overreaction. “Are we,” Brian started, then tried again: “Is this—?” Pat nodded, holding out a small yellow pouch with a parsnip drawn on the front and an open letter addressed to Brian.
A Favor For a Friend
The assassin is flirting with him. Alistair is not impressed. No, really, he's not!
From the days we took to dream
With a sound of quiet sympathy, Kit reaches out, tapping his knuckles lightly against Rex's pauldron. “Forgive me, Captain, but I believe you would be far more comfortable without your armor. The beach cannot be a pleasant place for you right now.” Rex pauses, almost startled by the idea of taking his armor off. He’s on a mission, or at least the disastrous tail end of one, and unless he’s on leave, he almost never strips down to his blacks. And it’s been…months, since his last stretch of leave that wasn’t cut off before it even started. “Oh,” he says dumbly, and then flushes, reaching for the clasps on his armor. “Right, sorry, sir.”
sunday kind of love
Ryuji asks Akira for dating advice. Practice makes perfect.
Ant(hoe)ny and his sexy Viscountess
He is almost embarrassed that the Ton is viewing with what raptures Kate has him in simply through her intoxicating scent of lilies, her slight touch, and her quick wit. Almost. When she is to be his wife.. she can have Anthony at her mercy, with no vicious mamas or gossip-mongering pamphlets or ridiculous courtship requirements of polite society to hinder them. Anthony is feeling anything but polite. She’d hold her tulips while he serviced her, goddammit! Oh, how he wants… he groans inwardly at the thought.
