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Voice of Death	By : Diane Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author: Diane Rainwater

Pairings: 4x3

Warnings:
Yaoi, lemon, AU.

Rating:
NC-17

Disclaimer:� I don�t own anything involving Gundam Wing
and I make no profit from this story.�
These lovely bishies belong to many people who
aren�t me.� I just kidnap them.

Notes:
Against my better judgment, I�m posting this piece of crap.� I�m sorry I�ve gone so long without
updating.� To be honest, I really need a beta who knows Trowa and
Quatre.� I want someone to help me go
through this and the next bit and make it not suck.� So someone please offer to help or you might
never see anything more.� I�ve really
lost the flow and my confidence here.

Chapter One

To Die

Trowa�s hand worked over the pale
skin of his lover�s thigh as they lay on the hotel bed.� A long concert, sex in the greenroom and
several more rounds in the hotel had left his angel sore.� His fingers rubbed the exhausted and
trembling muscles while the blonde just smiled and purred in pleasure.� Trowa was past the point of exhaustion, but
that wasn�t as important as his lover�s comfort.� It wasn�t often Trowa was able to care for
the group�s mother hen.

Quatre was especially worked up
after the concert.� Trowa had worried his
boyfriend wouldn�t be satisfied before their bodies wore out.� The sex in the greenroom had only bought them time before Quatre�s empathy over whelmed him.� They had barely made it into their room of
the suite before he demanded to be taken with his back against the door.� They had been oblivious to Duo�s encouraging
shouts through the door before Heero had lured him away with promises of a
shower.

When Trowa had filled Quatre, the
blonde also found the edge and covered both their bodies with seed.� Trowa had breathed deeply for several minutes
before carrying him to the bed, flipping the sheets back while Quatre clung to
him, and finally lying down with him on his chest.� Quatre�d sighed
happily and shifted, Trowa still inside him.�
Their years together and hours of practice had given Quatre the control to
hold his lover tight and not let him slip free.

It didn�t take long for Quatre�s
movements and rhythmic flexing to start making Trowa hard again.� For his part, Trowa groaned and hugged the
blonde tighter, enjoying the feel of his lover�s small struggles for more friction.

�Trowa, please.� I can still feel the desire.� Please, Love.�
I�m still hard.� Trowa,� Quatre
whined. It was impossible for him to explain how much he wanted to feel Trowa
sliding in and out of him again.

Trowa groaned back and released his
small lover.� Quatre instantly sat up and
started riding the brunet slowly.�
Trowa�s hands slid over his chest, down his arms and wrapped around his
hips.� He told himself to focus and
struggled to remain in control of his tired body.� He loved Quatre more than anything else, but
he was worn-out and part of him just wanted to come and go to sleep.

Quatre lifted his body with his
legs and let himself fall back down onto Trowa�s
surprisingly still-hard cock.� He knew
Trowa was tired and reaching his limits but he needed this.� He needed to feel his lover deep inside his
body, needed to come, needed release from the energy of the show.� Up, down, empty, filled, his body moved.

The blonde�s head fell back as
Trowa�s crown slammed into his prostate.�
It hurt from the pleasure, too much for the already overworked
nerves.� �Oh Allah.� Trowa, just a little more, please.� Duo was too much tonight.� He was gorgeous and he teased us too
much.� Trowa, please.�

Trowa wasn�t surprised when his
little angel started begging, but Duo�s name came as a shock.� He waited for a taste of jealousy and was
surprised when he felt only agreement.�
Duo was a nymph who could fill anyone with sexual desire.� Trowa would have to lie to Quatre to disagree
and he�d promised to never lie to him again.�
He couldn�t hurt his angel again and he just couldn�t feel jealous when
all the sexual excitement from the braided singer brought Quatre closer to him.

While Trowa�s mind was distracted
with memories, Quatre and his body continued their dance.� The blonde was clenching and milking his
lover with his tight channel. He wondered what Duo would feel like compared to
Trowa.� He could see the long-haired man
weaving his spell over the audience and felt its effects on Heero.� His empathy combined it all into a mind-breaking
aphrodisiac. �He knew it would feel good,
that Duo would make the sex breath-taking, but he also knew he wouldn�t feel as
good as sex with Trowa.� Their love made
the sex into something more and he just wouldn�t have that with Duo.

The heat in Quatre�s body went up a
few more degrees and he was lost.� Trowa
growled when the blonde�s rhythm turned frantic and unsteady.� He hadn�t even realized just how close he was
to coming.� His hand wrapped around
Quatre�s length and pumped with the same broken rhythm.

That was it for Quatre, the final
push over the edge.� He screamed his
lover�s name loud enough for the rest of the band to hear it in their separate
rooms.� His body bowed backwards and Trowa
marveled at the sight even while he was caught in his own release.� Quatre�s cum spattered Trowa�s hard chest as
he filled the smaller boy again.� He
groaned as Quatre fell forward and panted against his lover�s ear, Quatre�s cum
slicking both their torsos as he squirmed slightly.� Trowa�s heart beat even faster when Quatre
started groaning.� He was mumbling mostly
nonsense, but Trowa�s heart skipped when he heard him mumble, �Duo, Trowa,
please.�

The brunet waited,
sure he would feel jealous this time.�
Quatre was moaning another
boy�s name and he was clearly still aroused. �He wasn�t just talking about Duo being sexy,
but instead begging the other boy. �Trowa
thought about his little angel moaning and clawing at the singer.� He thought about watching the pair together,
moving as one with light glittering on their sweating skin.

Trowa moaned and pressed his face
into the blonde�s neck.� He couldn�t
believe his cock was stirring again, especially at the thought of his lover
with another man.� That shouldn�t turn
him on. �Then another thought occurred to
him, �Quatre, did you drug me again?��
His voice shook as he tried not to laugh. �It all made sense.� Of course he wasn�t thinking right if Quatre
had slipped him something. �He could feel
the boy above him blush hotly and mumble something against his neck.� �What was that, love?�

Quatre pulled away a little as he
spoke into the green-eyed boy�s ear.�
�The chocolate I gave you� wasn�t just chocolate.�� His tongue flicked his lover�s ear.� �Things have gotten� hotter in the band.� I wouldn�t know what to do if I couldn�t have
you.�� Quatre wiggled and clenched at the
cock hardening inside his ass.

�Then take me.�

Quatre pushed away from Trowa and
stared at him in surprise.� �What?�

�If you want me, take me.�� Trowa lifted the smaller boy off his awakened
cock.� Cum trickled from Quatre�s hole
and dribbled down his thighs.� Trowa
settled him between his spread legs and gave his love one of his rare, little
smiles.�

Quatre was too surprised and turned
on to move. �He was thinking of Trowa�s
proposal as quickly as his genius brain could.�
It�d been a long time since Trowa had been the bottom.� And he did enjoy having Quatre inside him
from time to time.� Over the years he�d
gotten very good at reading the brunet�s face and everything said that this was
a serious request, that he wanted this.

Trowa took Quatre�s hand, dragged the
other boy�s fingers through the trails of cum, and placed those fingers at his
tight entrance.� Quatre seemed to shake
free from shock and started caressing that tight ring of muscles.� His fingers traced small rings around it,
teasing and slicking it.

Trowa was so handsome spread out
like this.� His long legs were pulled up
by his hands so he was more exposed to his young lover�s fingers.� The mess from earlier shone on his chest in
the room�s light.� Quatre admired the way
Trowa�s muscled bunched and twitched as he teased that right ring.

Trowa groaned as long fingers
lightly brushed his skin.� �Don�t tease
me like this.�� Trowa�s back arched off
the bed as Quatre slid one finger in.� It
felt so good, but he wanted more.� It�d
been too long since he�d played bottom and felt Quatre�s cock inside him.

�Trowa, you�re even tighter than I
remember.�� Quatre worked that single
finger in and out until the muscles relaxed.�
Trowa grunted when the finger was removed so Quatre could scoop up more
of the brunet�s cum.� Quatre giggled as
he forced two fingers into the bass player�s tight body, �I�m going to make
love to you with your own cum.�

Trowa groaned again and tossed one
of his arms over his eyes.� His other
hand clutched at his leg as Quatre did wicked things to his body.� �Angel, you know what it does to me when you
say things like that.�� To illustrate his
point, Trowa�s cock bounced hard against his stomach.

Quatre giggled as he continued
working his fingers apart.� �Of course I
know.� That�s why I say them.�� His fingers twisted and unerringly found the
spot they�d searched out so often before.�
Quatre�s innocent faced hid his cleverness and his talent for
manipulation and this was his favorite kind.�
Trowa only let go of himself when they were having sex and only lost himself when he was at his limits.

Trowa twisted and jerked as the
little blonde continued his torture.� The
brunet was reduced to whimpered sobs and pleas for more, for Quatre to stop,
for release, for things Quatre couldn�t even understand through the
groaning.� Trowa was lost under the sea
of pleasure Quatre was trying to drown him in.�
Trowa reached and tried to stroke himself, but Quatre�s hands batted his
away.

Quatre chuckled at Trowa�s whimper
of loss when the fingers were removed.�
The bed groaned as Quatre shifted and wrapped Trowa�s long legs around
his waist.� �You look so wanton spread
out like this, love.� No one would
believe our strong, nearly-silent bass player could
spread himself over a bed, sticky with cum and open for his lover.� I�m not sure even Duo could picture you like
this.�� He chuckled and spread the cum over the taller boy�s chest.� He was waiting, waiting for Trowa to
beg.� He always did when Quatre took too
long to continue the pleasure.� He was
still manipulating his lover and he enjoyed it.

�And no one would believe that our
sweet little angel, so full of light and cheer, would drug his lover, ride him
past exhaustion, and then make him wait to be filled in return.� Please, Quatre, don�t make me wait and beg
like last time.� Trowa, who was usually so silent and who preferred to observe
than comment, talked openly and at length only when he was pushed like
this.� Only Quatre could bring him so far
out of himself in so devious a fashion.

In the moment�s pause, Wufei�s
voice echoed into the room.� �Dammit, Duo!� Stop taking my rose scented oil!� You know that�s Treize�s favorite and it�s
not to share.�� They could hear Wufei
banging on a distant door.� �Either open this door or I�m coming in to get it!��

There was a pause and then the
sound of the door banging open.� A low
growl like thunder filled the house that the couple knew meant Heero was making
death threats.� Then Wufei was yelling
again, �I don�t care what I interrupt.�
Keep that thief under control and out of my stuff or I�m going to beat
him!�� The door slammed shut and the boys
could hear the Chinese boy storm back to his room.

�As entertaining as that was and as
attractive as Wufei�s view must have been, would you fuck me now?�� Trowa had lifted his arm and was now staring
at his lover from under his crushed bangs.

Quatre turned away from the door he
couldn�t remember looking at and smiled down at the demanding burnet.� �You want to be there when I wheedle the
details out of our lucky, Asian friend?�

�Of course.
Now, Quatre.��
Trowa wiggled and flexed, trying to get close to the blonde.� He wanted to be filled now and the waiting
was making it worse.� �Quatre, please,
fill me before I have to ask Heero if I can borrow Duo.�

Surprisingly, Quatre was the one to
feel a small spark of jealously.� He
didn�t want anyone else to see his stoic lover like this.� Trowa relaxed like this only for him.� The blonde jerked his hips and plunged into
the brunet�s tight body.� No one got to
hear Trowa beg.

Trowa jerked off the bed in an
elegant arc at the shock of fullness and slight pain. �He�d been stretched and lubed well with his
own cum, but it wasn�t enough to make the sudden push of Quatre�s cock
painless. �His arm fell back over his
eyes and his other hand scrabbled at Quatre�s chest and teased and blonde�s
nipples with his calloused fingers.

The shock of
Quatre�s body slamming into his pushed Trowa deep into his memories, back their
past and their first time.� It
seemed like another life, but it�d barely been two years.� Really, it really had been another life for
the boys.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Trowa stared at the young heir as
he descended the stairs.� The boy�s face
was smiling, but his shoulders were stiff with worry.� His tan pants were perfectly pressed and
looked like he�d never sat in them.�
Trowa was surprised to see the younger boy wear a pink dress shirt with
a purple vest, but he was from a different culture and a different class.� Trowa couldn�t apply the same expectations he
was used to; maybe it wasn�t strange to them.

Quatre was just as surprised to see
the boy at the foot of the stairs.� His
father had called him down to meet his new bodyguard, but instead of the
hulking, scarred man Quatre had expected, his father was talking to an
incredibly handsome, young man.� He was
wearing a sand colored turtle neck despite the desert�s heat and white
slacks.� The light colors looked very
good on him, too good.

After a recent assassination
attempt had killed his last guard, Mr. Zayeed Winner
had sent out word that he wanted to hire the infamous Trowa Barton.� Who better to guard the Winner heir than a
fallen aristocrat who made a living taking any job if the price was right?� Laws didn�t matter, only the money.

Protected and sheltered as Quatre
may have been, he wasn�t stupid and he could do basic math.� This boy couldn�t be the mercenary Trowa
Barton.� Tales of Trowa Barton had been
around for years and this boy couldn�t be more than sixteen.� Quatre paused on the stairs, keeping the height
advantage.� �Hello, I�m Quatre
Winner.� Who might you be?�

The long-banged boy tilted his head
up so he could address the boy rather than his father.� �I�m Trowa Barton.� I�m here for the personal security
position.�� He stood straight and tall,
looking at the blonde with a completely blank face.� He was totally unaffected by the wealth
around him or the young heir�s attempt to intimidate him.

Quatre smiled sweetly and shook his
head.� �You�re too young to be the
infamous Trowa Barton.� As much as I would
enjoy having a guard closer to my age, I doubt you�re up for the job.�� His tone was dismissive and at least a little
insulting.

Both boys were surprised by Mr.
Winner breaking back into the mostly silent conversation.� �He broke in.�

Quatre froze and stared at his
father.� �He what?�� At least now he sounded shocked rather than
stuck up.

�He broke into the estate, slipped
into the house, made it up to your
room and brought me this.�� He held up
Quatre�s gilded hairbrush, the one that sat in his bedroom on the make-up
stand.

Quatre and his sisters shared nearly
identical rooms and it was next to impossible to pick his from theirs without
looking through their clothes.� Not to
mention even getting into the estate and the house without anyone seeing
him.� �How did you find my room?� How did you even get in the manor?�� This didn�t fit Quatre�s calculations of the
other boy and he did not like finding flaws in his observations.

�Apples,� Trowa said like that
explained everything.� He stood still,
staring up at Quatre with his face blank and his one visible green eye calmly
staring up into Quatre�s.

�What?�� Quatre hated having to ask for more
information. �No one treated him like
this.� They fell over themselves to
explain, talk, worship, and do anything else that would bring them favor from
the Winner heir.� If they weren�t falling
over themselves to please him, they were trying to manipulate or control him
while thinking he was too young to realize.

�Several months ago, you attended a
special dinner for the top students of your private school.� I was close enough to you then to notice your
apple scented shampoo.�

Quatre gaped at the other boy.� His shampoo wasn�t strong � at least not to
him � and he couldn�t remember ever seeing a tall, green-eyed boy at that
dinner.� Surely he�d remember seeing that
hair.� �Even if you were there and you
were that close, how did you know the room was mine and not one of my
sisters?� I�m not the only one who likes
apples.� Iria
burns apple candles.� What made mine
different?�

Trowa�s face changed just enough to
show his surprise that Quatre had to ask.�
�You�re the only one with golden hair.�

It was so obvious,
Quatre couldn�t believe he�d missed it.� He
was too unbalanced with this boy. �He was
losing control of the situation and he wasn�t predicting the other boy�s
actions or words like he usually could.�
Trowa was clever and smart though. �He was a challenge. Maybe having Trowa as a
guard wasn�t so bad.�

It made sense that Trowa�d picked the hairbrush of all the things in the room
because of that hair.� It would have been
caught in the bristles making it easy to identify.� Trowa wouldn�t understand the personal
affects in any of the rooms and why should he go through the clothes when the
brush was in plain sight.

Thinking like that sent a little
fear through Quatre�s heart.� The tall
boy would know his secret if he�d searched through his closet.� The blonde had gone to a lot of work to
sweet-talk the maids into leaving his closet alone.� Clean or new clothes would be hung or placed
in the very front of the closet and Quatre would put them away himself, careful
to conceal the other clothes hanging in the back.

Trowa watched the young heir as he
thought.� He caught the look of fear that
darkened his eyes.� There was something
the blonde didn�t want him to know.� Was
the heir sneaking girls up to his room?�
Was he hiding something he didn�t want others to find?� Trowa decided to slip among the staff and
listen for other information about what he was hiding.� If he was going to guard Quatre, he needed to
know things like that.

Trowa turned back to Mr.
Winner.� �The security for the estate is
enough to keep amateurs and reporters out, but any professional could slip in
easily.� The rounds of the guards are too
predictable, there�s a blind spot where the cameras can�t reach, the wall
around the property is too easy to scale, and you need more dogs,� Trowa
rattled off the main weakness in the estate�s security.� He didn�t mention hacking the video feeds
from the camera or communications between the guards.� He would take care of that later.

�You know your stuff young man, but
I�m hiring a bodyguard.� We already have
a head of security,� Mr. Winner said with a smile that said he really didn�t
care what Trowa had to say.

�Then I will talk to him about
these matters.� Young Mr. Winner should
be safe in his own home though I will remain with him at all times.�

And Trowa did.� He became Quatre�s shadow, following the
blonde everywhere in his daily life.� Trowa
followed him to meetings, to his lessons, to his ridding practice, and any
social activities.� He even slept in the
room connecting to Quatre�s.� He�d wanted
to stay in the same room but Quatre refused.�
Trowa backed down after considering how much privacy the blonde had
already lost.� He tried his best to seem
invisible, to make his presence forgettable.�
He was silent and still, watching, but never part of the view.

A few months after he�d moved in
with the Winners, Trowa sat in the library reading a security report and
keeping an eye on the blonde playing chess by himself.� They�d spent several evenings alone like this
and it worried Trowa.� If no events,
charities, or meetings were scheduled, Quatre would sit alone doing
something.� The heir didn�t seem to have
any friends and didn�t even talk to anyone outside the household and work.� That wasn�t good for the boy he was charged
to look after.

�Knight to E5,� Trowa said,
surprising himself.� He hadn�t intended
to speak and he hadn�t realized he�d been watching the board.� The move just came out of his mouth.

Quatre nearly jumped out of the
chair, having forgotten his bodyguard�s presence.� He�d gotten so used to his green-eyed shadow,
it didn�t even bother him that a boy only a year or so older than himself was
charged with protecting his life.� He�d
even started to look forward to waking up at Trowa�s quiet knock in the
morning.� Trowa was quiet and didn�t
impose on Quatre�s life.� He didn�t
demand anything from Quatre or hound him to be smart and better.� He was the best bodyguard and the closest
thing to a friend Quatre could hope for.

Trowa glanced back at the board
before looking at Quatre�s face again.�
Quatre looked at the board too and puzzled over what appeared to be a
weak and pointless move.� Then he saw
it.� Several moves ahead, the white queen
would be taken and the king checked.� A few more and checkmate.�
�That�s brilliant!� Trowa,� he
still didn�t believe this boy to be Trowa Barton, but he taken to using the
name, �play with me.�

The desperate way he said that made
Trowa�s mercenary mind jump into the gutter.�
Quatre�s face fell when Trowa started shaking his head and the brunet
had to get up quickly to move to the board.�
�I�d- I�d love to play with you, Quatre.�� Trowa said it without inflection, but Quatre
jerked and looked up at the brunet sitting down across from him.� He could swear there was something more to
that simple acceptance.

Quatre and Trowa grew closer after
that evening.� Quatre found a quiet
friend who was able to stay with him during his scheduled day, and who wasn�t
friends with him just for the money or power and favor.� Quatre had long ago given up on friends after
so many of them proved themselves to be false.�
Trowa found someone who didn�t ask him questions and accepted his silent
moments.� Trowa had been afraid to get
close to the blonde thinking he would have to open up and talk about himself,
but Quatre never pushed for answers.� He
would question, sure, but he accepted vague answers and silence.� After that nice, Trowa moved from a shadow to
a very important part of Quatre�s life.

But as was bound to happen when one
was hired to protect the other, Trowa had to save Quatre�s life.� They were attending a dinner for the
corporation and Mr. Winner took the chance to show off his young, but brilliant,
heir.� The hall was too large and open, too many people were unknown to Trowa, too many people
working the event.� It was a nightmare to
a bodyguard whose ward received daily threats.

Trowa wanted to remove Quatre from
the start because the security was so lax and his mercenary instincts were
screaming. �He couldn�t tell what, but
something about this event was dangerous to Quatre. �Mr. Winner paid no attention to Trowa�s
request to leave, and Trowa realized that he�d become little more than a nursemaid
or companion for Quatre, at least to Mr. Winner.� Trowa had convinced the head of security to
increase the estate�s security and he�d studied every received threat to the
best of his abilities.� He took his job
seriously and did everything he could to make sure Quatre was safe.

So Trowa did as he was
trained.� He let his emotions die and
flicker out, he watched the movements of everyone in the room, and he checked
his gun.� He was going to kill again, he
knew, and Quatre was finally going to see what he really was.� Their friendship would end, but at least
Quatre would still be alive.� That was
more important and that�s what kept Trowa calm.

Quatre watched the change in his
friend.� Trowa transformed from the boy
he�d made friends with to the cold, invisible bodyguard his father had
hired.� It made Quatre sad and nervous to
watch.� He hated to see Trowa regress
like that and pull away, but it was his job.�
It hurt, but Quatre had to accept Trowa for everything he was.� Their friendship could only work if both were
accepting and didn�t try to change the other.

The dinner went on and Trowa
refused to be more than a few inches from Quatre�s side.� Several people looked at the strange young
man and raised their eyebrows at his behavior, but they took their cue from
Quatre and ignored the green-eyed boy.�
At least that�s how it appeared.�
Really Quatre was watching every little move Trowa made while agonizing
over how to get him back to the almost friendly boy he�d been

After dinner, everyone mingled
around and enjoyed small glasses of wine.�
Trowa kept his eyes on the people around Quatre, watching their movement
and eyes for anything suspicious.� He
nearly tackled a woman who�d been behaving strangely before he and the woman�s
husband realized he was having an allergic reaction to something from their
meal.

Trowa�s eyes swept the room again
before they came back to the people surrounding Quatre.� A man was holding a tray of glasses and he
was asking if Quatre would like more.�
The man�s eyes glinted and then hardened.� Trowa was moving before he had time to
think.� The man�s hand was in his jacket,
he pulled something small and black out of it, the gun was pointed at Quatre�s
heart, and then the gun exploded and blood spattered over the man.� Two more shots were fired before the attacker
fell over his victim.� Both shots had
torn through his heart and left him dead before he landed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Reviews!� Thank you to everyone who read the first
chapter which is apparently a prologue.�
To all those people who read and didn�t review, I stick my tongue out at
you, but thank you for reading anyway.

kallipso:
I�m glad you liked it.� Here�s a little
more.� Sorry it�s not about Duo, but he�ll
be coming up after this part.

Chibi_Dilandau: Here�s
some more, but Heero and Duo are in another room.� ^_^� They�ll be back later, probably naked,
and who knows who�s on top.

SweetasStrychnine:
Thanks for the tip.� I didn�t realize
that I had that filter on.� I finally
updated.� Sorry it took so long, but
hopefully the next won�t be as long if I get some beta help.

TheBrightPathos:
Those are all great things to what to know about, but you�ll have to wait for
them.� The sexual peak thing�s the only
thing I�ll explain here.� It�s because it�s
a sexual show.� They just do better if
they�re worked up before they go out.� It�s
like heating up the oven before you bake.�
Hopefully I�ll get the rest of the story out of my head so you get all
your answers!

Elric Maxwell: If there was a real band like
that, I�d be arrested for sexual assault on someone.� *molest* Quatre�s just fun to dress up.� I think I did pretty good
for not wearing many dresses or girly clothes.�
I�m glad you liked it.� I really
need to check out the band you were talking about.� That�s sexy.

I
would have been screaming right with you.�
*shares tissues*�
I think I�ll have to mop the entire floor after that show. ^_^ I�m
glad I made you make a mess.

I�ll
trade you and update for an update.� I
love Bound by Choice.� We can bribe each
other into writing more.

Masamune: Oh
my god, I knew I recognized
this name. I freaking love your stories.�
The PWP�s are enough to make someone die from blood loss. And SSSS�s is
just an awesomely sweet AU.� I need to
read more of that one, but I loved, loved what I read.� Everything else, I�ve been talking to you in
e-mails.� Thank you so much for offering
to beta even if you decide that the time difference isn�t going to work between
us.� I just love your stuff and that you
liked mine.� That�s made my day. *haggles*
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