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[moonlettuce]

Not so sekrit message to everyone else: Angel and Wesley are so doing it.

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[robintcj.livejournal.com]

Doing what?

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

The ironing.

Seriously.

All sharp edges and starched collars ;-)

[robintcj.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, that's good. We wouldn't want them to look all rumpled.

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Indeed. For that would be bad. And indicative of Angel bending Wesley over the desk and fucking him, just as Wesley is trying to research. Which would not be good. For interupting the research for Angel's Cock of Doom (tm) can lead to all sorts of trouble.

[robintcj.livejournal.com]

LOL

Angel's Cock of Doom. Hehehehehehehee.

Wait, you mean Angel has a rooster?

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Yup, and it's up Wesley... er, I mean *waking* up Wesley every morning at 6am *grin*

[robintcj.livejournal.com]

LOL. 6am, eh? The rooster can wait that long? Because I'd be up Wesley waking up Wesley long before that. If I was, you know, a rooster. Of Doom.

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Doom, I tell you. *Doom!*

[robintcj.livejournal.com]

*snicker*

Rooster of Doom!

[dawnie1970.livejournal.com]

Hey! I just read your Twas the Night Before Christmas poem on Kate's site. God, I so loved it. It only said a night at AI under pairing so I was reading along and, OMG, all my Christmas wishes came true!! Angel and Wes, my OTP! I cried, laughed and clapped giddily! Thank you for the great poem, you made my entire holiday season merrier! *kisses*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*grin* Glad you liked it! And it's always about the Angel/Wesley ;-) For they are, teh hawtness and teh sex0r.