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Gift fic for rosa_acicularis: Nine hundred and ninety-nine candles.
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 07:19 pmNine hundred and ninety-nine candles. PG for language and mild suggestiveness, oh and also, it's PURE CRACK. Possible spoilers for Season Four and Torchwood Season Two.
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rosa_acicularis, I'm sorry this is a day late and a dollar short, in the vernacular. Hope you had a wonderful birthday, and that you will enjoy that big important Master's degree, and that many people will buy you drinks for both.
Your birthday fic awaits under the cut.
She has a little difficulty convincing her eyes that they will not explode upon opening, so she settles for trying to smell him instead. Hmm. Cologne, shirt starch, and mango-scented hair gel. Jack, then. "Jack," she nudges. "Jack, get up. I need you to help me find my legs."
( Nine hundred and ninety-nine candles. )
My darling
rosa_acicularis, I'm sorry this is a day late and a dollar short, in the vernacular. Hope you had a wonderful birthday, and that you will enjoy that big important Master's degree, and that many people will buy you drinks for both.Your birthday fic awaits under the cut.
She has a little difficulty convincing her eyes that they will not explode upon opening, so she settles for trying to smell him instead. Hmm. Cologne, shirt starch, and mango-scented hair gel. Jack, then. "Jack," she nudges. "Jack, get up. I need you to help me find my legs."
( Nine hundred and ninety-nine candles. )
