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The silk across her eyelids felt hot. Sticky. Rough. It should have been soft, but instead, the longer it was tied around her head, the easier it became to feel its texture. The heat of her skin was trapped against her face.
It was a stark contrast to the room around her.
Cold.
Almost intentionally so...as if he wanted her nipples to pucker in the air before he even touched her again.
Wanted her to wait.
Wanted her body to ache in anticipation as she sat on the bed - arms tied behind her back to her ankles, legs spread apart - as she waited nude for his return.
How long had it been?
Minutes?
Hours?
Days?
She felt thirsty - the dry air seemed to rob the spit from her mouth...Or maybe that was because the sharp arch of her back made it easier for her to breathe from her mouth than her nose. She could hear it coming out in soft pants, even though she had done nothing since he had left her, rubbing her clit twice before disappearing.
Like he was telling her body goodbye...and reminding her what he would give it when he returned. It was more than enough.
Her nipples ached almost as much as her core. The anticipation of what he could give her thrummed through her body. His hands cupping her. Slipping inside her dripping cunt. Pumping it until she screamed his nam-
-She heard movement. The fluttering of fabric as her Lord entered the room.
Her Master.
She closed her mouth, lest she give in to temptation and call for him.
That would only make it take longer for him to give her what she wanted, and she could feel the thrumming ache from her core. She swore it had spread to her every appendage.
She heard another scrap of fabric flutter to the floor, and it made her bite her cheek as she listened to the distinct click-clack of metal against metal.
His belt.
A zrrk filled the air.
His zipper.
He was hard. She knew it. She'd give anything to see it. Feel it.
Taste it in the back of her throat.
Kagome wanted him to force her mouth around him. Make her swallow as much of him as she could take and choke on what she couldn't.
More fabric fell to the ground, and she could feel his deep growl before she heard it. It vibrated through the air, and she swore her nipples hardened even more. She could practically feel the wetness dripping from her sopping pussy as he moved through the room.
Silently.
Like a predator.
If she hadn't been listening, she never would have heard it. As it were, the room was deathly silent, and she had been alone and longing for him for too long. She could feel the shift in the air around her nude body as much as hear his movements.
She could practically see it through her blindfold.
And then...He was in front of her. She could feel the heat from his body in the cool room. Listened as he raised a hand.
"Have you been a good girl," he demanded. His voice rumbled out from his chest, and she felt him smooth a strand of her hair over her shoulder, the silken strands nearly painful against her skin as it begged to be touched more.
Kagome unclenched her jaw, the slight coppery taste of blood filling her mouth.
"Yes, My Lord…"
Her reply pleased him. He placed a finger on her clavicle. Drew it down her arched chest. Between the valley between her pert breasts. Towards her navel. He was following an invisible path only he could see.
Only he was allowed to see.
No one else could look at her this way.
Make her submit in this way.
Make her wait.
Only her Lord could do this to her.
And that made her shiver.
He let out a little growl of appreciation, and she felt the muscles in her already weeping pussy clench and tremble at the sound. At the sheer animalistic powerthis man exuded.
His finger moved further down her body. Her navel. Traced her hip bone. Her thigh...She could feel the burning heat of his body - his touch - as it skimmed across her skin. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, silently begging him to touch her further. Harder. Give her more than this whisper of a touch.
He refused.
It made her core remind her just what it wanted, and it made the anticipation nearly unbearable.
She couldn't beg him for it yet, though. He hadn't given her permission to speak. She needed to behave, no matter how hard it was. His dominance over her was complete and unyielding. If she questioned it - if she dared to ask him to give her what she so desperately needed right now - he would make her wait longer.
She knew this.
Kagome knew this deep within her soul.
So why was it so hard to refrain this time?
Was it the time she had spent alone in the dark - back arched, nipples strained - as she waited for his return? Was it the anticipation he had already built in her needy body, simply by not touching her? Making her sit there in silence in the dark.
It was torture.
It was a herculean feat, taking every ounce of her strength to remain silent as his fingers splayed wide across her thigh. The heat of his palm sunk into her skin, making the area he touched thrum in time with the pulsing she could feel inside her core...And then…
His finger slipped over her lips. He didn't dip it inside to touch her more firmly like she wanted. No. Instead, he spread her wide, exposing the most intimate part of her body to his view.
"This wet for me…" he growled deeply, and a shudder ran up her spine as the vibrations from his voice made her nipples tighten even more. Even if the ripples she felt in the air were only imagined, she could feel it in her body all the same, as well as she could feel his power over her. "I haven't even touched you yet…"
She could only lick her lips, trying to moisten them in the dry, cold air of the dark room. It did nothing for her.
"Do you know how wet you are?" He breathed in her ear. "Should I tell you? Or should I take a picture of you? Would you like that?"
Oh god…
"Tell me. Do you want me to take a picture of your pussy? Do you want me to show it to you so you can see what it looks like?"
She whimpered.
He slapped her ass.
She gasped.
He slapped it again.
"Tell me."
Kagome swallowed, trying to find her voice. When she did, it was rough. Horse from the dryness in the air. It didn't sound like hers. It sounded foreign and unfamiliar...and yet the words she spoke were wholly hers.
"Yes."
Another slap.
Another undesired whimper.
He sharply tugged her hair this time, bringing his lips to her ear, and she could feel the wetness of his saliva as his lips parted. Hot breath caressed her skin. It took every ounce of her willpower to resist the instinctual shiver that ran up her body from turning into a physical tremble. She could feel Sesshomaru's fang on her skin, tracing the inside shell ever so carefully…
Because even now…
Despite his demeanor…
She knew that he would never truly harm her.
He would simply dominate her. In every way possible.
"Answer me properly."
"Please, Master...Take a picture of me…"
"You want to see how wet you are?" he prodded, his fingers releasing her pussy to move back up her thigh...her abdomen...splaying across her ribs, just under her breast.
"Yes, Master," she confirmed, the word a shaky exhale as she tried to control her voice.
"Then beg me for it," he demanded, taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth and giving it a firm bite.
It made her breath hitch in her throat, and she swallowed, trying to clear the haze from her mind.
"Please, Master...Please take a picture of my pussy...I want to see it so bad...I want to see how wet I am. Please. I'll be such a good girl for you, Master...Only for you..."
He growled in her ear, pleased with her response, and she felt him shift behind her. Then, he was gone and kneeling in front of her. His hands smoothed over her pale skin, tracing every inch of her body until his fingers were spreading her open for his viewing pleasure.
The distinctive click of a cellphone camera echoed off the walls of the bedroom once. Twice. A third time.
"I can't wait for you to see yourself."
She swallowed.
"I want you to see how sexy your pussy is, Kagome…Have you ever seen yourself? Watched yourself as you masturbated?"
"No, Master…"
The room filled with his silence as he seemed to contemplate something...Then his lips were on her breast, pulling her nipple between his sharp fangs. The sound she let out as one traced over her areola was inhuman. Almost as inhuman as her lover.
He released it with a wet pop after a moment, blowing over it and it hardened painfully. She couldn't take much more of his teasing. Her body was so hot...she was suffocating, even in the cold room. He trailed his tongue down to the underside of her breast, nipping it before taking her nipple firmly between his lips again. His other hand slid up her body, cupping her neglected breast before he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She nearly cried out in relief and in need.
His touch was quenching her body's thirst for him...and making it hotter and needier all at once.
When he was satisfied with the state he had left the first breast in, he trailed his burning lips to the nipple on her other breast, treating it the same as he had the first. Kagome wishes she could move. She wanted to feel the silken strands of his hair between her fingers. She wanted to grab his head and press it more firmly against her skin, but his restraints had been executed perfectly.
There was no way she could do anything other than kneel - back arched, knees apart - and allow him to treat her body as he pleased. He could do anything he wanted to her. Anything at all.
And the thought thrilled her.
"Sesshomaru," she mewled as he scraped a fang across the tip of a painfully hard nipple, and he moved away from her.
Shit.
She had messed up.
The absence of his body covering hers was her first punishment for calling him by his name.
The second was the rough way he yanked her hair, growling deeply in her ear. She gasped from the pain, but it wasn't the kind of pain that genuinely hurt. It was the kind of pain that only heightened her enjoyment of being in this position.
Of being treated roughly in this way.
"You're such a bad girl," he growled in displeasure. "Can't behave yourself at all, can you? I can't take my eyes off you for a second, can I?"
Kagome whimpered, and she felt him move off the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight as he stood.
"M-master-"
"-Did I say you could speak?"
Kagome swallowed and kept her mouth tightly closed as she shook her head.
"Good," he purred. "You need to be punished, Kagome."
A crack ripped through the air, and the muscles in her core clenched painfully in anticipation. She knew that sound. He had his belt doubled over and wrapped around his fist.
"Do you want to be punished?" he asked, and she nodded her head in agreement. "Speak."
"Yes, Master," she rushed to say, and she felt the pleased rumble of his growl caress her skin.
"Do you know why you're being punished, Kagome?" he demanded, and Kagome nodded.
"Yes, Master."
"Tell me."
"Because I didn't call you Master."
"You're being punished for that too," he cooed, almost lovingly. "But that's not why you're tied like this. Tell me why you're tied like this, Kagome."
"I-I don't know," she replied honestly, and she felt the bite of this belt against her ass cheek.
"Tell me."
She honestly couldn't remember. Her day had been dull. Last-minute meetings before the weekend, a lunch break at the mall with his younger brother, Inuyasha, to look for a birthday present for hi-
Wait.
Was it because she had seen Inuyasha?
Sesshomaru always got weirdly possessive and dominant whenever she saw his brother. Like he needed to re-establish his claim over her. She might have been annoyed if it didn't make for the best sex…
Kagome had met Sesshomaru through Inuyasha. They had been friends in college and then, eventually, coworkers. During lunch, Sesshomaru had stopped by the office to give his brother something, and the electricity she had felt when their eyes had locked…
There was always a little piece of Sesshomaru that seemed to fear that she would leave him for his brother because they had been friends first and for longer.
No way would ever happen, though. For one thing, Inuyash-
"-Tell me what you did today," Sesshomaru demanded, and Kagome internally smirked. Now that she knew exactly what he was trying to get her to say.
"I woke up and brushed my teeth."
The crack of leather against her skin echoed off the walls around them, and Kagome gasped as pain turned into pleasure.
"This afternoon. What did you do."
"I had a meeting at work."
She felt the bite of the belt against her thigh, hard enough to make her moan but not hard enough to leave a bruise. Sesshomaru was very good about that. They both knew that he was physically stronger than she was. He could snap her in half like a dried twig.
That's what made all of this that much more sensual. What made this act that much more intimate and hot. Sesshomaru showed how much he cared and loved her with how much he held back for her and restrained himself.
"After your meeting."
"I don't know what you mean, Master," Kagome played innocently, and she could see his nostrils flaring in her mind's eye. She could practically hear his teeth grinding together in frustration.
"You're so disobedient today," he snarled, yanking her hair back, and she could feel her fangs against her ear. "Maybe you shouldn't be the only one to see pictures of your pussy. Maybe I should send them to someone for your disobedience."
He wouldn't dare.
"Do you want me to do that?"
He would never. But even if he did...the thought of someone seeing her like that...She didn't know why it was a turn-on, but it was. Maybe it was because he had been teasing her so much already. Maybe it was because there was a part of her that had always wanted to explore this side of sex. Maybe it was something else…
Regardless of what it was, she wanted it, and she didn't think he would actually do it. Because she was his. And if he got this huffy over her spending time with his brother...He wasn't going to send it.
"Yes, Master," she replied, calling his bluff.
The room was oddly quiet and still, and Kagome began to wonder if he was seriously about to send her photo to someone until she heard a whoosh. The sound of a text being sent.
What little spit she still had in her mouth instantly dried.
He hadn't. He wouldn't have…
...Would he?
A ding echoed off the walls of the cold room, then another, then another, and Kagome's ears began to burn bright red. Those were the sounds of texts coming in.
He had done it.
Holy shit, he had actually done it, and the throbbing in her core intensified. She needed release soon...she needed him to touch her. Thrust his fingers into her...She needed it almost as much as she needed to know who he had sent those pictures to.
And, what were they saying to him? And why was it making her even hotter?Someone out there - someone who wasn't Sesshomaru, or an ex, had seen the most intimate, private part of her body. Had seen what it looked like.
And they were talking to Sesshomaru about it.
She tried to clench her thighs together on instinct to alleviate some of the ache. All she managed to do was make the ties on her wrists and ankles bite into her skin more, and she released a shuddering exhale.
"They think your pussy is sexy too," Sesshomaru murmured, and she could hear typing. "Maybe I should send them more than just a picture," he mused. "Maybe I should show them what you look like when you're disciplined. Maybe I should take a video of it. Would you like that? Do you want them to see you disciplined?"
Kagome swallowed and nodded her head without thinking or questioning her sanity.
It made him moan, and he tweaked her nipple harshly.
"So brazen," he murmured right before she heard the echoing digital "ding" sound of him hitting the record button. His hand cupped her breast again, flicking her nipple before she felt warm leather against her skin.
And in the back of her mind…
She knew he was recording this.
All of this.
"Tell me what you did after your meeting today, Kagome," he demanded, and she swallowed.
"I worked."
Leather bit into the skin of her thigh.
"Where were you at lunch," he tried instead, and Kagome gave in.
"I was at the mall."
His hand caressed the thigh he had just lightly whipped with his belt as a reward.
Then it started inching its way up her body. Closer and closer to the apex of her thighs.
"Who were you at the mall with," Sesshomaru demanded, and again, she answered truthfully.
"Inuyasha."
She felt his fingers against her wet lips, stroking them. Making her tremble. Making her whimper and her body beg him for more with her limited mobility.
"Good girl," he murmured, and she felt his lips against her ear again, taking the soft, fleshy base between his fangs. He lightly bit down onto it, the way she liked it. Teased it with his tongue. Gently tugged it. "Good girls get rewarded," he murmured, his lips hotly brushing against her ear with each word, and she felt a finger slip past her lips and tease her opening.
She strained against the restraints, trying to sink down onto his finger, but the way he had her tied made it impossible.
"Master...Please…" she begged as his finger left her core and slid upwards towards her clit. He circled it without touching it, and the feel of his nimble digit against her heated, throbbing flesh was nearly more than she could take. She'd do anything for him at this point if he would just touch her.
"Not until you tell me why you were a bad girl. Why are you being disciplined, Kagome," he demanded, and she whimpered. His words were strained. This was taking as much restraint for him as it was for her to not scream that she didn't know what else he wanted her to say.
"Master," she whined, her lower lip trembling.
"What did you do with Inuyasha?" he demanded, and a part of her wanted to scream at him. She didn't understand why they needed to keep talking about his brother right now when they were in the middle of sex. Even if they weren't talking about him sexually, it was abnormal.
"We went shopping."
"Is that all you did?"
"Yes," she insisted, and she heard the sharp thwack before she felt it across her clit.
She gasped before whimpering.
"You touched him."
That was the problem...Touching other males was already a "thing" amongst alpha male dog demons. Add in that it was his brother…
"Do you deny it?"
"No," she swallowed, shaking her head. She had no reason to. She hadn't done anything to him, really.
"Tell me where and why," he demanded, and Kagome wracked her brain.
"His arms and back - I hugged him when he found something for me."
Sesshomaru growled lowly at that, but his attitude wasn't going to get her to ruin his birthday present for him. He had no idea that's why they were there today, and she wasn't about to share that with him just to appease him.
He flicked the belt forward again across her clit, and she whimpered, trying to grind her hips. She hadn't realized she liked this sensation so much.
"That's not all," Sesshomaru berated. "Tell me where else you touched him."
She touched him more than that?
She honestly could remember it…
"Master...I don't know…"
"Yes, you do," he growled, flicking the belt forward again, and it caught her thigh this time.
"I...I…"
He cracked the belt against her other thigh, and she bit her trembling lip.
"Food court…" he reminded her in a hot whisper, and if she hadn't been wearing a blindfold, her eyes would have widened.
Of course…
"You rubbed his ears…"
Another whack, then she heard the belt being tossed off to the side before his hand was in her hair, pulling her head back by her roots.
"Do you deny it?"
"Yes."
His nostrils flared. She could hear it, with the way he inhaled sharply.
And she was pissing him all the way the fuck off.
"You deny touching him?" he demanded, and she felt his breath against her neck. His fangs gently pressed down on her throat, pricking it.
"No."
His tongue soothed her skin as he pressed a hot wet kiss there.
Her reply had pleased him. To him, this was a confession.
"He had lint on his ear," she explained, deciding to hell with the "Master" game for a moment. She didn't want Sesshomaru thinking that she was doing something she wasn't. "He tried on a few different sweaters, and a little fluff got stuck to it. I removed it - like a good bitch taking care of her pack."
His chest rumbled, showing that he was pleased with that statement, and she knew that she was "forgiven." He'd be able to smell the truth in her scent. Or at least the lack of a lie, and...He would still dominate her. Fuck her raw until she was screaming.
But it was no longer about proving dominance and reminding her that she belonged to him.
Now it was just about pure, raw, animalistic lust.
"You are a good bitch," he agreed, and his fingers moved down to her pussy as he moved behind her on the bed. One hand began cupping her breast and playing with her stiff, aching nipple while the other sought out her abused clit and finally began rubbing it.
She sobbed in relief before begging him for more, all while he murmured into her ear again and again that she was his bitch.
"Say it," he demanded, sliding his fingers back down towards her opening. "Say you're my bitch."
"I'm your bitch," she agreed, turning her head towards his neck. "I'm yours and only yours…"
"You're mine to touch. Say it."
"I'm yours to touch," she agreed, whimpering as he continued to tease her opening.
"You're mine to fuck."
"All yours."
"Mine to breed."
"Yes," she whimpered, nearly sobbing in need. "Yours to breed…"
"Mine to dominate and discipline…"
"Yes, Master!"
"Say the words," he growled, his fingers still dancing around what she wanted.
"I'm yours to dominate and discipline!"
"Do you want to be dominated? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to record it so you can see yourself being fucked?"
"Yes, Master," she begged, her lips finding his neck and suckling. He tasted hot. Sweaty. She could feel the restraint he had been executing this entire time in the tension in his body.
He allowed her to continue for a moment before he pulled away from her and moved off the bed. She felt his hands hook under her knees and pull her towards its edge. The hot cotton brushed against her heated skin, and she wondered what he was going to do to her for all of two minutes before she felt it.
His head diving between her legs to lap at her exposed cunt. His tongue circled her clit. Dipped inside her opening. It stoked the wildfires within her belly, and her hands clawed at nothing behind her. The band within her coiling tighter and tiger. She wanted to touch him. Kiss him. Watch him.
She couldn't, though. He'd taken that away from her, and that was when she realized the third part of her punishment. She could only feel. Could only listen.
And it made everything that much more intense.
She felt his hot breath fanning against the skin of her thighs as he exhaled, heard the wet slurping like sounds as he continued to drink from her core. Felt the bite of his blunted nails in her thigh. The vibrations of his growl against her overly sensitive clit as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
When she finally came, she came hard, screaming his name at the top of her lungs. It had been a violent orgasm. She hadn't been coaxed towards the precipice of pleasure. She had been shoved there and then pushed off the edge of the cliff, and he wasn't giving her a chance to recover. She could already feel the tip of his cock brushing against her.
"You've been a good girl," he breathed, his hand caressing the side of her face over the blindfold. "Should I remove this? Would you like that? Do you want to see me record you as I fuck you?"
Oh my god...she had forgotten he was recording all of this…
The reminder sent a shiver of delight and anticipation up her spine. She couldn't help but wonder if he would watch it with her after and if he was really going to send it to someone. She absently hoped she'd looked good so far…
"Yes, Master," she breathed, and she felt him lift the blindfold off, allowing her to open her eyes for the first time since he had come home.
He had turned the light back on at some point - probably to take photos - and now he stood before her, cock rubbing against her clit and her core, ready to plunge inside, holding his phone.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked, his hips continuing to gyrate.
"Yes, Master," she nodded, balling her hands into fists in an attempt to hold something.
"Do you want me to fill you with my cum?"
"Yes, Master," she nodded again, and he reached down between them to line the tip of his cock up with her opening.
"Good," he purred, holding the phone down to capture the moment he slid inside her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard...Breed you...Pup you so that everyone knows you're mine."
Her moan at the image he put into her head quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure as he slammed his cock into her waiting cunt, stretching and filling her in the most exquisite way. Sesshomaru knew it too.
"Tell me, Kagome," he demanded, angling the phone to capture her face. "Do you like the feel of my cock in your pussy?"
"Mmmm…" she breathed shakily, her hips trying to encourage him to move, but he placed a hand on them, stilling her movements. "Yes, Master."
A pleased growl rumbled from his chest, and he began to move within her as a reward. Slow at first, so he could easily capture his movements on camera. Each slide of his cock within her pussy. Each thrust. He recorded it all.
"You should see this, Kagome…" he moaned lowly. "You should see what my cock moving in you looks like."
She wanted to. She couldn't wait to.
And then all thoughts of the camera flew out her head as he increased his speed, pistoning his hips forward at a pace that left her gasping for more, his name tumbling from her lips in a broken prayer. If one could even call it that…
"You like it when I fuck you like this," he demanded, and it took her a moment to recognize his words.
"Yes, Master," she instantly replied, gulping back a shuddering gasp.
The feel of him moving inside her was all-consuming. It was driving her crazy. Making her mind melt. And then his hand was on her, trailing down her sternum to locate her clit.
He was going to kill her. He was filling her body with liquid fire, and she was going to die. This was it. She knew it.
She hoped her will was up to date because they were going to need it. Her obituary would read, "Cause of death - soul-shattering orgasm." It wasn't hypothetical. It was factual.
Especially when he began somehow moving faster within her. He was driving her closer and closer to the edge, making her fists clench on nothing behind her back. Her nails bit into her skin, and her lungs burned as she gasped for air.
She was almost…
Almost…
He gave her clit a few more rough rubs, and then, the coil that had been winding tighter and tighter in her abdomen snapped, and his name echoed off the walls around them. Spasms shook her body as her orgasm stole the breath from her lungs. Spasms shook her body as her orgasm stole the breath from her lungs, and the endorphins consumed her as she melted into a lax puddle on the bed. Kagome was vaguely aware of Sesshomaru roaring his own release and the feeling of his cum filling her, just as he had promised. It was warm and wet and wholly delicious...and she felt contentment blossom in her chest when he tenderly untied her hands and kissed her pulse, one wrist at a time. There were light marks on them, but nothing that wouldn't fade shortly.
Kagome sighed as he gathered her into his arms, tucking her head under his chin as he laid them down. She could feel his nose pressed to her hair, deeply inhaling and exhaling. Her scent was soothing him. It reassured him that she was his, and she was going to stay his...but she didn't say that at first.
She allowed the silence to wrap around them like a comforting blanket as they simply basked in the afterglow of what had transpired between them.
"I'm sorry," Sesshomaru eventually began, his voice slicing through the quiet. "I should have known that you wouldn't…" he explained, his voice trailing off at the end.
"Yes. You should," Kagome murmured, allowing the earnestness of his apology to warm her heart. "You know you're the only one for me...I have no desire to be with Inuyasha." That was true too. Sesshomaru didn't know it yet...because Inuyasha wasn't ready to tell him...But he was kind of taken.
By a wolf demon.
Named Kouga.
And even if he weren't...She just couldn't picture herself with him. Not when she was so deeply in love with his brother.
But since she couldn't tell Sesshomaru any of that, she murmured, "Or anyone else, for that matter."
His resulting rumble of approval made the tips of her toes tingle.
"Good...Because I have no desire for anyone but you…"
Kagome released a pleased little hum, running her hands up and down his back.
"No one else can satisfy you like I can," she agreed, her voice a light tease. "No one else knows how to put up with your adorable possessiveness."
"Mmm…"
The silence surrounded them again for a time, until finally, Sesshomaru breathed, "I didn't send those photos to anyone, by the way."
She had forgotten about that.
"Oh?"
"I sent pictures of us from the park to my work phone," he explained. "I just wanted you to hear the sound."
"Mmm... You're really smart, you know that?" Kagome purred, burrowing closer into his chest. "It was really sexy, though...Does that mean that you didn't take any photos?"
His silence spoke volumes.
"Can I see them?"
"Later," he promised. "Right now...I just want to hold you…"
"Mmm...I think I can get on board with that," she sighed.
Because at the end of the day...no matter how hot the sex was...and no matter how kinky it was… Kagome's favorite part was being held by the man she loved.
And make no mistake about it.
She would never stop loving him.
A/N: A very belated birthday present for one of my absolute best friends in this fandom! LOVE YOU DARLING! This was given to them and also posted elsewhere forever ago...but I JUST got around to posting it publically. I am behind in a lot of things but I'm working on it.
UNTIL NEXT TIME!
Kisses!
-LL