In the early morning, as the conception started to happen, he spoke to her of police codes with his body against hers and his hands in her hair, and she knew it was something like a love song.
It's still like poetry.
Glee. SO much glee over this bit of fluff'n'stuff.
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Date: 2008-02-23 04:54 am (UTC)It's still like poetry.
Glee. SO much glee over this bit of fluff'n'stuff.