Title: Frozen
Disclaimer: Strong sexual content in this chapter and probably every chapter from here to god. lol Fortunately, in this one, there's contact between the main pairing of the story.
Rating: M
Pairing: Kirk and Spock are the main paring.
A/N: This will probably be one of the last chapters with the Preator in it and one of the last chapters with Spock in captivity. Thank you all for being patient with my muse. He's very naughty.
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Slowly, Spock opened his eyes, feeling the engines of the warbird that he'd been travelling in for three days now, powering down. He glanced up at the window and saw the blue and brown of a class M planet slide into view. Licking his lips, he moved to get out off of the covers, only to be pulled back against the warm, firm chest of the Romulan that he'd been sharing a bed with.
"Mmm, let them wait," the Preator mumbled, leaning forward and nuzzling the back of Spock's neck.
Relaxing back, Spock stared across the room and sighed softly. He let the warmth of the Romulan's body seep into his veins. No matter how many years he flew, or how much he loved the thrill of space exploration he always was cold on board of a space ship. One of the only positive things about being the slave to a Romulan was that they kept their ships much warmer than humans did.
"What are you thinking?" the Romulan asked, his voice deep and rough from sleep.
After a few minutes, Spock sighed and closed his eyes. "The difference between how temperatures are controlled on Federation and Romulan ships," he replied simply.
"Mmm. Really?" the Preator replied noncommittally, stroking his free hand up and down the flat planes of Spock's abdomen.
Spock shifted, slightly uncomfortable with the close proximity of his Master's hand to his neither regions. When he tried to shift away, he ended up wiggling tighter against the Preator's body. With every shift of his body, the fles that was cushioning him grew warmer and more excited.
Just as Spock was going to elaborate to try and distract the Romulan, the door chime to the Preator's quarters rang. Spock felt the draft of cold air as the man that had been dominating most of the bed easily slid over him. He watched as the muscular officer grabbed the pants that he shed on the way towards the bed last night and tugged them on before opening the door.
"Sir, I apologize for waking you, but we've just reached the planet. The Ambassador is waiting for you," a young Romulan officer said briskly, saluting the Preator.
"Thank you. My Companion and I will be transporting to the planet's surface in approximately half an hour. See to it that my rooms planet side are ready," the Preator replied before he returned the young man's salute and shut the door.
As soon as the door was shut, Spock slipped out of the warm blankets and shivered. He grabbed his discarded clothing and tugged it on, feeling the gooseflesh rise on his pale skin. "I'll go prepare myself for the transport," the Vulcan said, gratefully pulling on his clothing and padding towards the door.
He stopped when the Preator's hand grabbed his arm when he was walking past. When he turned to look at the Romulan, his lips were captured in a slow, warm kiss. Spock let his eyelids slide shut, relaxing into the embrace.
"Remember," the Preator whispered, nipping at his lip before he pulled away. "That you are mine. Mine to protect or destroy as I see fit. Never forget to whom you belong."
Spock blinked at him for a second before he nodded. "Yes, Vadi," he replied, reaching up to gently pull the man's hand off of his arm.
As he walked down the hall, the Vulcan kept his eyes down, not wanting to betray himself by letting any of his emotions show. He refused to give into the illogical feelings trying to push through his shields. Slipping into his room after pacing down the short corridor between the suit that his Master had been given and the one that he had been placed in, Spock leaned against the shut door for a moment.
Closing his eyes, he remembered the very possessive light that had shown in the Romulan man's eyes. He sighed, knowing that the words that had been uttered by his Master had been true. Spock's body did belong to him, and if he so chooses, he could have his slave put to death.
With the uncomfortable revelation in his mind, the Vulcan pushed off of the wall and headed towards the small bathroom attached to his room. He had twenty minutes to dress and pack. If he was going to complete all of it on time, he needed to get started.
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Kirk fidgeted in his dress uniform, the brilliant golden colour attracting the eye almost as much as the man wearing it. He shifted in his seat again, anticipation grating on his nerves. The Enterprise had entered orbit around the small planet just inside of Romulan space a few hours ago, and he knew that his crew was walking on razors.
Taking a deep breath, he looked around the beautiful marble room that they'd been taken to when they'd first arrived to await the Romulan delegation. It was opulent, beautiful, and slightly reminiscent of some of the Vulcan architecture that he'd seen in some of his classes at the academy.
During the trip out to the planet, he'd questioned the elder Vulcan about the intricacies of the bond that he now shared with his First Officer. Since the man was much more apt to share information than his younger counterpart, Kirk was much more aware of everything that the bond entailed. Kirk stiffened when the warmth that he knew was Spock's mind, brushing slightly against his own, flared softly. His excitement grew when he realized that it wasn't dimming.
Spock was somewhere on the planet's surface.
"He's here," he said quietly, turning to look at the Vulcan who was sitting calmly next to him.
"Patience, Jim," the man said, his calm, sure voice soothing the young Captain's nerves.
There was a flutter of movement from the doorway before a set of Romulan guards stepped through and moved in concert to either side of it. Just as they took up their positions, the Ambassador that Spock Prime had been communicating with walked calmly through, his diplomatic robes providing a startling contrast to the man who stepped in after him.
The Preator of the Romulan Empire was dressed from head to toe in black. His uniform coat was cut perfectly to showcase the broad shoulders that Kirk vividly remembered from when he'd seen the man nude in Spock's dream. The tattoos of his office were stark, giving his face a savage appearance as he scanned the assembled Federation delegation, his golden eyes stopping as they reached the human Captain of the Enterprise. Kirk saw the man's eyes narrow softly before the Preator gave him a very slight smile, the expression on his face one of predatory amusement.
Jim's blood boiled as he stared back, knowing that this man had been holding his First Officer captive for months now, doing untold amounts of damage to the Vulcan.
"Ambassidor Spock," the Romulan diplomat greeted, smiling at the Vulcan and stepping towards their group, unaware of the tension that was thrumming through the two commanders.
"Ambassador Nalus, it's good to finally meet you in person," Spock greeted, stepping forward and offering the Vulcan salute to the Romulan delegation. "This is my escort, Captain James T Kirk of the USS Enterprise, his chief medical officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy, and my aide, Soran."
Nodding towards each of the party members, the Romulan diplomat turned and held out a hand towards the imposing man in the all black uniform. "This is the Preator of the Romulan fleet, Tomiloc and his aide, Toreth," Nalus said, nodding towards the men as he introduced them.
Kirk forced his hands to remain unclenched as the Romulan stared at him, their eyes clashing. He refused to look away from the man that was holding his bondmate prisoner. Anger roared through him, the emotion growing stronger by the second. He took a deep breath and plastered a smile on his face as he stared at the Preator.
'I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch,' he thought, as his blue eyes glittered dangerously. Just as he felt his impulsive nature asserting itself, he felt the warmth at the back of his mind grow slightly stronger. He blinked as his sense of Spock's presence in his mind strengthened until it blocked out any sense of anger that had been running through him. The diplomats continued to speak, but Kirk ignored what they were saying, trusting in the Vulcan next to him to queue him in to any pertinent discussions.
The Preator stood silently behind Naklus, a very smug smile affixed to his face as he stared at the human. He looked away long enough to nod in approval as the diplomat suggested that they begin the meal that had been planned before they start in on the afternoons negotiations.
Blinking, the human looked over at Bones as the man nudged him gently towards the doorway. Kirk watched the Preator walk out, leading the Romulans with complete confidence. The sense of Spock's presence grew in his mind the deeper they walked into the large building, letting him know that they were getting closer and closer to where the Vulcan was being kept.
He caught Spock's eye as they walked down the elegantly appointed hallway. "He's here," he mouthed silently.
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow but inclined his head noncommittally, his steps never faltering as he walked forwards.
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Spock paced the confines of his Master's room, his hands steepled at his back. He could feel the anger and outrage brushing against his mind. Since he knew there was no reason for him to feel those emotions, he knew they had to be coming from his link with James Kirk.
It meant that the human was close. Very close.
For the first time in months, a tiny bit of hope that all this would end, grew inside of him. He pushed it back, though, as he forced his logical mind to think clearly. How was he going to inform the crew of his presence on the planet without endangering what he knew was probably a very delicate diplomatic situation?
If he tried to contact them via the communications network, he would be caught and the Preator would be forced to punish him. It could even put an end to the peace negotiations between their people. Despite his current situation, he knew that there was no way he could, in good conscience, put his safety above the welfare of millions of beings.
Glancing out the window, he saw the beautiful colours of the sunset on the planet fading from the sky. The negotiations would be ending soon and his Master would be returning to the room that he was being kept in. Pursing his lips, Spock forced himself to settle down onto the bed.
Folding his legs underneath him, he took a deep breath and calmed his mind, automatically finding the still, silent place that existed in every Vulcan. He closed his eyes and centred his mind, focusing his thoughts on the human man that he was bonded to. The sense of Kirk's presence in his mind started to eclipse everything else.
He felt the human's emotions break over him, their flavour familiar to his mind and welcomed after the months of absence. Slowly, he eased his way into the human's mind, straining his abilities to reach out to the man. 'Jim? Can you hear me?' he asked softly, hoping that his mental voice stretched out to the Captain.
Relief washed over him as he heard the human softly reply, 'Spock? Thank God! I knew you were here!'
'Jim, I'm being held in the Preator's rooms. They have me under constant surveillance and I have a tracker attached to me that I cannot remove. Did you mange to find the others?' he replied, his shoulders sagging slightly.
Anger from is human bondmate washed through his mind. 'We'll figure a way to get you out of there, Spock. Sulu and Checkov are safe, and they are recovering. Be careful, Spock. He seems to know who I am,' Kirk's mental voice echoed through his mind. 'I promise you I'll never abandon you. You're not alone.'
Spock's heart gave an unsteady beat as he felt the Captain's mind fade from his own, transported back to the Enterprise orbiting the planet. He kept his eyes closed, illogically hoping that if he were to stay that way, he would be able to make himself disappear through their mental link and reappear next to the sandy haired man.
A soft, gentle touch of leather to his face snapped Spock out of his meditation. He jerked his head back, opening his eyes and raising them to meet the shuttered gold eyes of his Romulan master, snapping reality back into focus with a brutal force.
"Vadi," he said quietly, lowering his eyes and quickly shielding his mind with the steely barriers that he'd perfected. "I didn't hear you come in. How was your meeting?"
The Romulan tugged off his gloves, tossing them onto the nightstand next to the bed before he reached up and started to remove his dress coat. "Productive," he replied, easing his coat off and walking over to the desk set against one wall. He draped his coat over the back of the chair before he turned back to his slave, an unreadable expression on his face.
Nodding, Spock eased himself off of the bed, waiting for the man's orders. "Would you like something to eat?" he asked, motioning towards the platter of fruit that had been delivered this afternoon in difference to his vegetarian diet.
When the Romulan moved forward, Spock held his ground and kept his eyes downcast. Even when he saw the man's hand coming towards his face, he kept still. The Preator's bare skin stroked over his face, caressing the Vulcan's cheek before he leaned forward and captured his slave's lips.
"I would enjoy sharing a meal with you, Shiavo. It would be much more preferable to the company that I have been keeping all day," the Romulan whispered into the kiss, drawing Spock forward until the tall Vulcan's frame was pressed intimately against his own. He stroked his hands up and down the ebony haired man's spine through the fabric of the black sleeveless tunic he'd donned that morning at his Master's request.
Forcing his body to relax, Spock let his arms circle around the Preator's waist, laying his cheek against the soft undershirt that the man favoured. He breathed deeply, the spicy, alien scent of the Romulan tugging at hundreds of memories. Automatically, his body relaxed farther into the warmth of the man's arms even as his mind was awash with the guilt and shame that had been his constant companion for months now.
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Strong, sure hands slid up the sides of his body, making him arch and moan with the pleasure of the caress. Warm lips trailed kisses down his side before they nipped at his hip and drew a moan of pleasure from his lips. He gasped as his eyes flew open as warm lips surrounded his member, drawing him deep into the depths of a very talented mouth.
When he glanced down, the brilliant gold eyes of the Preator of the Romulan military stared up at him for a second before they closed again. The tattoos of rank lent a slightly exotic look to the harsh lines of the man's face as he drew Spock's body closer and closer to climax. Just as he was about to let go, the Romulan released him.
A groan of pure carnal hunger slipped out of the normally silent Vulcan's mouth and his hips lifted, begging for his torment to end. "Vadi, please," he moaned, closing his eyes and withering as the man's body covered his own. His hands released the bars of the headboard that he'd been gripping so that they could grip the man's shoulders and pull him down.
The familiar weight settled against him as his lips were claimed in a scorching kiss that made the ache in his body scream for release. When the Romulan's hands slipped under his hips, raising his body into position, Spock almost cried with relief. He felt the man brush his prepared entrance, making his nails dig into the Romulan's shoulders with the strength of his need.
"Never forget, Shiavo that you belong to me. You're mine," the Romulan whispered into the Vulcan's ear as he slowly eased his way into the willing body beneath him. "I want to hear you say it, Spock."
Gasping with pleasure, the Vulcan wrapped his legs around the Romulan's waist. He withered against the man, arching his body towards the man's warmth. "You, Vadi, I belong to you," he moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the Preator angled his body to hit his slave's prostate.
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Kirk sat upright in bed, shaking and gasping from the force of the passion that had been rolling through his mind and body. He shuddered as the Preator's face flashed in front of his eyes. He closed his own, rubbing his hands vigorously over his face to wash away the sights and sounds that had come through his bond with Spock.
He felt the soft sting of betrayal run through him at the thought of his bondmate with another. More than just with another, Spock had been willing, excited even to be in the man's arms. How could his first officer give himself over to someone like that? The Romulan was more than just an enemy of the Federation, he was the man that had bought Spock!
"It depends on how willing he is..."
Ambassador Spock's words echoed in his mind as he walked through his quarters, turning on the lights so that he wouldn't fall back asleep. Taking a deep, calming breath, he forced his jealousy away for the moment. If the Vulcan's words were correct, then Spock was only giving in to the Preator's demands on his body to protect himself, which would be logical.
Licking his lips, he sat on the couch in his quarters and dropped his head into his hands. He shivered again as the backlash of desire washed through him, tormenting his senses. Even this far away, the Vulcan's emotions and passion shook him. He'd never even guessed that the man's cold exterior could hide such a heat and desire.
Kirk sighed, remembering the fire in the man's eyes the day that he'd taken control of the Enterprise the first time. He should have guessed that an equal physical passion lay buried under his iron will. It hadn't occurred to him, though, even after Spock had accidentally created the mental link between them.
Opening his eyes and fighting for the first time to ignore the Vulcan's presence in his mind, Kirk looked around at his very messy cabin and decided that it was time to keep his promise to the shoe gods. Standing, he busied his hands with the meaningless tasks of cleaning his room.
When, after an hour and a half, the emotions raging in the back of his mind still hadn't stopped, he threw his hands up in the air. How long could one man go for? They'd been at it for almost two hours straight! He knew that Vulcan's had legendary endurance, but this was getting ridiculous. If there were some way for him to stop this...
With a sudden clarity of insight, he remembered the day that Spock had burst into his room, injured and angry.
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(Flashback )
Kirk's eyed Spock as he got to his feet from where he'd been lounging in nothing more than a pair of loose shorts on the couch. "Can I help you, Spock?" he asked, irritation breaking through the lust that had been paramount in his mind.
"Yeoman, I believe you have other duties to attend to," the Vulcan told the young blonde that had been entertaining him before they'd been interrupted. Kirk ignored the stiff set of Spock's shoulders, the foreign anger that pushed at him from the bond that he hadn't wanted any part of in the first place, and the way the man's hands had fisted at his side, a sure sign that his steely control was slipping.
Before Kirk could say anything, the woman grabbed her boots and hustled out the door. She'd been on the bridge the last time he'd had that look, and she didn't want to be anywhere near Spock when he lost it again. There were limits to what Kirk's charm could do, and crossing that Vulcan was more than she was willing to bite off.
"You have two seconds to explain yourself," Kirk growled, crossing his arms over his bare chest as the door shut behind the young woman.
Kirk watched the Vulcan's eyes narrow, and he took a deep breath as a new wave of desire washed through him. Spock was beautiful in his anger and despite how angry he may have been at the unwanted intrusion, he still felt desire for his first officer.
"This is completely unacceptable," Spock said, his voice thick with anger. "I have tried to be as polite as I possibly can about this, but your constant liaisons are keeping me from getting any rest what-so-ever. It is unprofessional."
Kirk's eyes narrowed as he stood and stepped closer to the Vulcan, frustration and guilt rolling through his mind. "I don't see how anything that I do or do not do is any of your damn business," he growled, his hands clenching into fists.
"Every decision that you make effects not only me but this ship as well," he hissed back, his short, even fingernails digging into his palms as his fists tightened.
The human's intense eyes narrowed and focused in on the Vulcan in front of him, stepping closer and invading more of the very private man's personal space. "Are you questioning my authority?" he asked. "You want to go another round with me, Spock?"
Before he even knew that he was moving, Jim shoved him backwards. He watched with mounting emotions as the man was forced back a step, the rage that was pushing at him not wholly coming from his own mind.
Spock's hands shoved him back, just before he tackled the human around the waist and threw them both over the coffee table. When they landed, Kirk felt Spock's hands go for his throat again and he bucked under the slim man's weight. He ignored the pain that was coming from his throat as he bucked upwards, aiming a blow at the Vulcan's back. As his knee scored a direct hit, he felt Spocks hands loosen from around his throat, letting air back in.
Kirk bucked up, surprising Spock and slamming him into the coffee table. The still stunned Vulcan's head cracked against the metal seconds before Kirk saw stars when his first officer's elbow scored a lucky blow to his cheekbone. He didn't stop, though, and when he felt the man's hands come at his throat again, he grabbed a hold of them and flipped the Vulcan off of him. Slamming the man's hands down on the decking, he panted, hoping that the Vulcan still hadn't recovered his full strength yet.
As he stared down at the perfection of the Vulcan's face, Kirk felt the anger that was rolling through him change slightly. He felt the desire that had been roused in him earlier roar back to life with a vengeance. Leaning down, he slowly brought his face closer to the other man's, his eyes roaming over the exotic beauty of Spock's full lips, strong bones structure, and thickly lashed eyes.
"Look at me, damn you," Kirk hissed, leaning on the Vulcan's wrists so the small distance that he'd managed to put towards freedom disappeared. He panted harder as he felt Spock wiggle under him, making his body grow full and heavy with desire. He saw the robes that had been disrupted during their struggle gape open, revealing the still healing bruises that dotted Spock's ribs.
When the Vulcan's angry eyes snapped back to his own, Kirk settled his weight more firmly against the deceptively delicate frame under his own. He shifted until their bodies were aligned just right, feeling the alien emotions that were pushing at him shift from anger to desire as he purposely moved against Spock's groin.
Slowly, Kirk lowered his lips lower. He watched Spock carefully for any signs of rejection, but when he didn't see anything but a hazy desire burn through the ebony depths of the man's eyes, he gently pressed his lips against the Vulcan's. The kiss began slowly, but quickly heated as he felt the responsive body under his own arch and moan.
With ruthless precision, Kirk took advantage of the Vulcan's gasp of shock when he pressed his desire against Spock's own rapidly hardening body. His tongue stroked along the full lips under him before it delved into the warmth of his first officer's mouth.
Instinctively, Jim rocked his body against the Vulcan's, making the normally stoic man throw his head back. Bracing his hands on the decking, the Captain nipped and kissed his way down the alien's jaw to his neck. He smiled into the warm skin as he nipped a sensitive spot and the man's hips bucked under him.
Afraid that Spock would hurt himself more, Kirk skimmed one of his hands over the fabric covering the Vulcan's side until he reached his hips. He gently pushed him flat to the floor, shifting so that the ebony haired man was forced to spread his legs slightly wider to accommodate the Captain.
'Oh god, please don't stop,' the Vulcan's voice whispered, seeming to come from everywhere at once. Kirk shivered as the scientists short nails drug down his chest. He slid his hand more firmly onto the Vulcan's hip, moving his fingers slowly towards the center of Spock's desire.
'Not on your life,' he thought, tracing the foreign shape of Spock's ear with his tongue before he gently sucked what was obviously one of the Vulcan's endogenous zones into his mouth. When Spock pushed at him and pulled his ear away, the Captain nipped at his neck gently, his mind still reeling with the force of his desire.
"Wait," he heard Spock pant, even as the man's body arched into his own.
"What?" he panted, his hips pressing against Spock's slightly harder.
"No," Spock breathed, his hips rising in what seemed like an involuntary gesture. "No, please wait."
Kirk pushed himself up, his whole body hovering over the Vulcan's. "What's wrong?" he asked, confusion trying to push at the desire that was clouding his mind.
When the Vulcan tried to take a deep breath and agony contorted his features, Kirk felt like an ass. Here he was, trying to take advantage of an injured man.
"Shit, Spock, I'm sorry," Jim said, sitting back on his haunches and looking down at the deep emerald bruises that marred the perfect skin of the Vulcan's chest and abdomen. "I forgot about these."
Unable to stop himself, Kirk reached out and traced his fingers over the slender man's chest and stomach. He blinked up into Spock's eyes when the Vulcan grabbed his hand to stop his exploration.
"Please, Cap-," he started, only to be silenced as Kirk stopped his words by caressing his kiss swollen lips.
His thumb traced over Spock's lower lip as his intense, passion filled eyes stared the Vulcan down. "I think you can call me Jim, now," he said, a very lazy smile slyly stretching his lips.
With a growing sense of unease, Kirk watched as Spock pulled himself away. Licking his lips, he let the object of his desire back away and close the gaping edges of his robe, hiding the bruises that marred the perfection of his porcelain skin. Guilt raged through him as he saw the stiff way the Vulcan was moving. First he'd baited the Vulcan, then he'd beaten on someone that he already knew was weakened, and as the icing on the cake, he'd tried to molest the man.
"Spock, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," he said, his hands resting on his thighs. "It was out of line."
"You must forgive me. My actions were also inexcusable," Spock replied, looking away from Jim.
Jim's eyebrows furrowed before he reached out and gently tipped the Vulcan's chin up until he could look into his eyes. "Spock," he said, moving his hand until it cupped the man's cheek. "What was wrong?"
'Please,' Kirk heard whispered through his mind as a wave of exhaustion swamped him, shocking Kirk with the depth of the Vulcan's fatigue. He licked his lips, fighting his instinctive fear of anyone sharing his thoughts before he tentatively brushed his mind back against the Vuclan's.
"I have been rather bad, haven't I?" he asked, dropping his hand to his side. "I tell you what. I'll make you a deal. If I don't have to put up with anymore desert views, you won't have another restless night."
"Thank you, Cap- Jim," Spock replied, inclining his head slightly as he started to shiver slightly. "If you'll forgive me, I think I should return to my quarters now." He rose to his feet slowly, looking down at the top of the Captain's head for a few seconds before he turned for the door.
"Spock," Kirk called after him as he palmed open the door.
"Yes?" Spock asked without turning around.
"When you're not hurt anymore, we're going to finish this discussion," he said softly, promise ripe in his voice as he stared after the Vulcan that had escaped him for the time being.
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'Now I know why he barged in that day,' he thought as he stared down at the bare spot on his floor where he'd kissed his Vulcan First Officer for the first time so long ago. He sank to his knees, staring at the spot even as a wave of intense pleasure ripped through him, causing his own spine to bow as his bondmate was finally allowed to find realese.
He felt the Vulcan's mind shut down, and he knew that Spock had passed out from the orgasm that left Kirk's mind weak and moulded. 'I'm so sorry, Spock. If I'd known it was like this for you every time I took someone to my bed, I wouldn't have done it,' he thought, running his fingers over his now spotless carpet.
Looking around the now exceptionally clean room, Kirk ran a hand through his sandy hair and sighed. Pushing his guilt and jealousy from his mind, he stood up and headed for the shower. Since he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, he might as well get some work done.
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Sorry about the length of time between updates. Things have been getting really crazy lately IRL, so it might be a while until my next chapter. :( Thank you to everyone who has added this story to their favorites and a special thanks to everyone who reviewed. It's like a ray of sunshine in my day.
Read and review! Let me know if you like the direction that I think my muse is going. He and I are arguing at the moment. He's just mad that I look better in hot pink leather pants. :P
Lee