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A Reason for Raisins
Description: The Tea Attic employees are as devoted to their work as they are to their master. Everyone knows that to make the best cup of tea, you need science, art, and a touch of magic. AU/AR, BDSM, Minor, Anal, D/s, Moresome? MPreg? Yaoi.
Notes from L.S.: I loves you my wonderful reviewers!!! haha and you silent readers ^^ i'm assuming ya'll are there... Anyways, I wanted to give you another timely update because I may not see you all in almost a week!! I'm off to camp...hahah god it's going to be hot as hell too. So in honor of that, i added some mild hotness this chapter : ) heck yes!! So hopefully you'll enjoy!!
Chapter Warnings: PG-13! A boy...orgasms lol ^^; haha sorta... OH and my spelling and grammar!! of course...lol
A.s.A.s.A Chapter III: A Reason for Raisins A.s.A.s.A
“Do you want me to be your god damn cook or not?! I’ll go fucking sit on my ass all day long if that’s what you want. Is that you want?!” Tyler screeched. After trying to calmly explain to Atticus the reason why the man’s recently redone kitchen was in shambles, the man was still in a bad mood and continued yelling at Tyler. Naturally Atticus yelling at Tyler was not the best idea.
While Sean literally feared he might die of a panic attack if he offended or angered Atticus, and Micah almost never voiced his objection when Atticus upset him, Tyler made a habit of pissing the man off. Though of course, not intentionally. It was just that Tyler was not content at being a lapdog. NOT that he would ever call Micah or Sean that. But, Tyler never felt good when he wasn’t saying what he was feeling. So, he practiced his verbal game quite often.
Why Atticus was attracted to the fiery brunette was a mystery to everyone who knew the man. Tyler is crude, short-tempered, hot-tempered, violent, and oh yes! temperamental. Atticus simply adored his Micah. And his obsession with little Sean was impossible for him to conceal. Except of course if you were Stephanie Clearwater who is just clueless. But both Sean and Michael had this subservient air about them, that meshed perfectly with the dominating man.
Tyler…well, it wasn’t like he happily let Atticus top him. But after the weapons were dropped the steam had settled on their battle fields (normally the kitchen of the shop or the living room of Atticus’s apartment) the two were very turned on and wouldn’t be seen for hours afterwards.
“Tyler just clean this place up! And you better be home on time tonight.” Atticus growled, stomping pass the pissed off Tyler.
“OH and what if I’m not?! Maybe I have better things to do than you Atticus!” Tyler spat kicking a near by pan. Atticus just glared at the youth, from where he was on the stairs.
“Don’t push it Tyler.” And with a final very dark glare, Atticus continued on his march up to the lab. He was a little bit shocked to find the door both closed and locked. He had specifically told Micah not to lock that door because of the dangers of someone not being able to get to him incase of an emergency. Sighing a bit in frustration, Atticus thought about taking the lock off the door completely.
Knock. Knock. Nothing. Well, there was the faint sound of bubbling water and the soft sound of glass knocking on glass.
Knock. Knock. “Open the door Michael.” Atticus had long since lost his good mood and was not pleased that his most beloved companion had locked him out.
Hearing his Master’s voice, Micah dropped his notebook and ran over to the door. He had hoped that he could just throw himself in Atticus’ arms and just call it a day. But opening the door to reveal a very unhappy Atticus, caused Michael to jump back in shock.
“Good morning Atticus.” Micah softly said while adjusting his glasses slightly, a nervous habit of his.
“I told you not to lock this door Michael.” Atticus spoke seriously. Inwardly Michael groaned. Of course Atticus would add onto his troubles!
“I-I am sorry… I wasn’t trying to lock y-you out. I just needed some quiet.” Whispered Micah. Atticus advanced quickly on Micah until he had the boy pushed up against one of the bookshelves.
“And why would you need so much quiet that you would have to deliberately disobey me?” Atticus spoke so softly that it almost betrayed his anger. Knowing he would have to relive it, and he wouldn’t get the immediate comfort he so desperately wanted, Micah threw his head back and slid down the wall. Micah wasn’t one for violence of raised voices, but he could be…a little dramatic. Michael did it so quickly that Atticus didn’t have time to catch him. Rolling his eyes, Atticus took a step back and examined his rather forlorn pet. Sigh. “What happened now?”
Atticus turned around and shut the door he had just come from, and leaned against it. Bringing a cigarette to his lips, he lit it up with and closed his eyes.
“I really don’t want you smoking in here Atticus.” Michael softly mused. It wasn’t a direct protest, but he had had just had the day from hell, and he had absolutely no fight left. Not that the would have ever fought Atticus either, but his fatigue only made him more passive if not a bit more bitter.
Atticus opened his eyes and saw Micah sitting against the wall with his knees pulled up against his chest, with his bright eyes looking up at him. “What happened?”
“Stephanie lost my only successful cup for the past three weeks. I’ve been trying to see if I can repeat the formula, but I think I had added something without knowing it because my notes aren’t helping me.” Atticus knew Micah was about to cry. The man could never understand what made the boy so obsessed with tea, but he was.
Atticus had opened this shop when he was 25- about 15 years ago-, because a very strange investor was going to practically give him 50 million dollars if he agreed to open up a Tea House. Atticus Solis was the only heir to the Solis family fortune and their corporate trading empire. But 50 million is still 50 million! It seemed foolish pass it up. The investor-who never met with him face to face- had said that the terms of their “donation” were that he would have to 1) open a tea house 2) agree to accept a package and all its contents when it arrived. The investor didn’t reveal what was in the package or when it may appear. But it had been 15 years ago and no package had shown up since, so he figured they had forgotten all about it.
Atticus had made some of his private maids and assistants run the shop during its first opening. It had done well enough he supposed. He personally did not care much for his shop. Until… a mysterious boy showed up: Micah.
“And so, you’ve had a bad day?” Atticus asked while taking a long drag.
“I suppose you can say that, yes.” Michael slowly got up and started to move back over to one of his many lab tables. But in a blink of an eye, Atticus reached out and pulled the boy back into his arms. Of all the boys, Micah fit almost perfectly into Atticus’ arms. He was only a few inches shorter than Atticus and had a much smaller build than the other man. If it weren’t for the young face of Micah, they could easily pass as a normal couple.
Michael allowed himself to be enveloped in his master’s arms, and in fact helped the man hold him closer.
“Do you want to go home?” Atticus gruffly asked. Micah nodded but was silently upset that Atticus just blew a mouthful of smoke into his hair. Ew. Atticus always assumed it was a maid or Tyler who hid his cigarettes, but it was actually Micah. As submissive as the boy was, he was also a bit mischievous. Well, that and he hated cigarettes.
“Well, pack up here and I’ll meet you downstairs.” With a final squeeze Atticus walked out the door and down the stairs. Micah smiled slightly thinking how he got what he wanted. Atticus was good about that.
A.s.A.s.A
Tyler didn’t utter a word as Atticus passed. Atticus was still pissed about the condition of the kitchen and Tyler was equally pissed that the man was pissed. It was his fucking kitchen! Damn Atticus….
Atticus was a little excited about tormenting his little angel a bit more, but when he pushed through the double doors, there was a small group of school girls already in there chatting at one of the tables.
“Oh! Look, I think that’s the owner! I’ve seen him a few times, isn’t he gorgeous?”
“Well, yea, but isn’t he kind of old?”
“I think that makes him sexier!”
“I wonder if this place only hires good looking guys?”
“Hahah it looks that way!” The group of girls kept giggling and chatting as Atticus reached inside his suit’s font pocket to pull out a pair of sunglasses. Sean was just smiling at the girls’ antics wondering if they knew the two guys could hear them.
Sean glanced up at Atticus and giggled softly. Atticus shook his head not letting the grin show that was fighting to escape.
“Was Micah okay?” Sean asked. Atticus nodded his head then dropped his cigarette on the floor, crushing it with his the sole of his shoe.
“He’s coming home with me.” Sean nodded and reached over and pulled out a broom and dustpan. Sean playfully swatted the man’s shoe so that he could get to the ashes hidden beneath.
Atticus was a little upset that the boy just brushed his polished shoes with a dirty broom, so when Sean turned around the man swatted his butt. Because they were behind the counter the girls couldn’t see what was going on, but they all turned over when Sean squeaked. After a moment of analyzing the situation: the tall owner dude smirking- all too cute cashier boy squeaking- all too cute cashier boy blushing. It was conclusive something wonderfully naughty just happened.
After the conclusion was reached a whole new wave of giggles erupted.
Sean tried to busy himself with some of the tea pots- that way at least he could hide his blush by turning his back on them. The girls were always in there so he was used to becoming flustered or embarrassed in front of them, but it still didn’t make it any easier to face them!
Almost as if God was giving the boy a reprieve, Micah pushed through the double doors. He had old beaten up leather messenger bag clutched in his hands.
“I’m ready to go Atticus.” Without a word Atticus moved from behind the counters and out towards the door. Micah smiled at Sean and quickly followed the man out.
“Oh my gosh they are a couple!!!”
“No! Oh man, maybe they are!”
“I think I just died and went to heaven! That’s so hot!”
Gazing up towards the heavens Sean had to ask, why? Haha. Knowing now immediate answer would come he continued to busy himself with the teapots, making sure the temperatures were all good. Hearing the push doors open, he glanced up to see a lone hand signaling him to come. Quirking an eyebrow, he just knew this would give the girls more to giggle about.
Sucking it up he moved to the kitchen. Opening the doors, Sean had found yet another version of Hell. It was if something big, red, and sticky had exploded. Gooey red syrup was all over the walls, ceiling, and any and all surfaces. He noticed a great big boiler pot on one of the major stoves that was simply oozing the substance. A look of utter horror crossed over Sean’s face. It shouldn’t have affected him so much- seeing as this happened almost every week- but still, never knowing when Tyler would clean his dungeon, meant he would probably be stuck doing it.
Sean finally glanced over at Tyler who was hovering over a counter.
“Um, Tyler?” Tyler spun around, causing Sean to jump back. He had a crazed look in his eyes. In his hands, he held a delicate looking pastry… a tart perhaps?
“Try this badass right here…” Tyler almost literally threw the tart thing at Sean.
“U-um okay!” Carefully picked up the pastry. Sniffed it a little. And then bit down. Figuratively and almost physically, Sean basically had an orgasm. “oh god…”
“HA! Success! Fucking Atticus doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Tyler was grinning in triumph. It almost appeared like he had flames for eyes for a second. But Sean oblivious to the world, while he enjoyed the rest of that most delectable treat…
“This shouldn’t be legal it’s so good…” Tyler sighed while licking his fingers clean. His grey eyes were glazed over and his cheeks were a little flushed. Tyler only clapped approvingly.
“See! There is always a reason for raisins!”
“A reason for what?” Sean asked a bit confused. He didn’t recall eat a raisin.
“That’s my secret Seany-baby! BWAHA!” Sean just shook his head and enjoyed the remnants of that wonderfully new creation.
A.s.A.s.A
Zqua: so did he orgasm? o.O?
Lishtel: AH! That's so crude to ask!!! *blush*
L.S.: lol... well, maybe?? I hear some foods can have some very interesting side effects on people.
Zqua: then that was hot...
Lishtel: AH!!!! Reader Reivew time!!!!
Yanagi: hahah I have this potential bedroom scene between Sean and Atticus planned out that is very much like their ealier encounter >D hahah I luff my Sean but i also want some of that sweet shyness! And yes, Atticus = master material...hahah or is he??? haha ^^; the tables may turn on him once his boys get home. Hopefully this satisfied your need for Micah??? haha i thought i showed just a tad bit of his quirkyness. lol He's a sexy oddball and i love him!! Thanks for your review!!! Muahz!!!
Renee: FP as Jess was so kind to point later on in a review, is Fiction Press. I love that site and I highly recomend it! It kind of forces authors to really go for quality over some of the typical plots lines here. Like, to be perfectly honest, this story is nothing compared to one of my others as far as plot and substance BUT i still love it :) hahah They just won't go hire than an Rish rating there. If you want some recomendations I'll give ya some!! Thanks for the review! And i can't wait to make the boy(s) >D pregnant! hahah
Brionne: ahhaah yes, Atticus is awesome!! I'll be sure to expand him a bit more haha My muses have him in some very funny situations a head ^^;;
Jess: Thanks for answering Renee! I didn't know when i could update next, I didn't want to leave her hanging lol I love FP and some of the longer running slash stories there! Divinitas, my all time favorite story i think, started there and has now contiuned here and I love it hahah Hopefully you enjoyed Micah!!
See ya'll in a week!! : )
Notes from L.S.: I loves you my wonderful reviewers!!! haha and you silent readers ^^ i'm assuming ya'll are there... Anyways, I wanted to give you another timely update because I may not see you all in almost a week!! I'm off to camp...hahah god it's going to be hot as hell too. So in honor of that, i added some mild hotness this chapter : ) heck yes!! So hopefully you'll enjoy!!
Chapter Warnings: PG-13! A boy...orgasms lol ^^; haha sorta... OH and my spelling and grammar!! of course...lol
A.s.A.s.A Chapter III: A Reason for Raisins A.s.A.s.A
“Do you want me to be your god damn cook or not?! I’ll go fucking sit on my ass all day long if that’s what you want. Is that you want?!” Tyler screeched. After trying to calmly explain to Atticus the reason why the man’s recently redone kitchen was in shambles, the man was still in a bad mood and continued yelling at Tyler. Naturally Atticus yelling at Tyler was not the best idea.
While Sean literally feared he might die of a panic attack if he offended or angered Atticus, and Micah almost never voiced his objection when Atticus upset him, Tyler made a habit of pissing the man off. Though of course, not intentionally. It was just that Tyler was not content at being a lapdog. NOT that he would ever call Micah or Sean that. But, Tyler never felt good when he wasn’t saying what he was feeling. So, he practiced his verbal game quite often.
Why Atticus was attracted to the fiery brunette was a mystery to everyone who knew the man. Tyler is crude, short-tempered, hot-tempered, violent, and oh yes! temperamental. Atticus simply adored his Micah. And his obsession with little Sean was impossible for him to conceal. Except of course if you were Stephanie Clearwater who is just clueless. But both Sean and Michael had this subservient air about them, that meshed perfectly with the dominating man.
Tyler…well, it wasn’t like he happily let Atticus top him. But after the weapons were dropped the steam had settled on their battle fields (normally the kitchen of the shop or the living room of Atticus’s apartment) the two were very turned on and wouldn’t be seen for hours afterwards.
“Tyler just clean this place up! And you better be home on time tonight.” Atticus growled, stomping pass the pissed off Tyler.
“OH and what if I’m not?! Maybe I have better things to do than you Atticus!” Tyler spat kicking a near by pan. Atticus just glared at the youth, from where he was on the stairs.
“Don’t push it Tyler.” And with a final very dark glare, Atticus continued on his march up to the lab. He was a little bit shocked to find the door both closed and locked. He had specifically told Micah not to lock that door because of the dangers of someone not being able to get to him incase of an emergency. Sighing a bit in frustration, Atticus thought about taking the lock off the door completely.
Knock. Knock. Nothing. Well, there was the faint sound of bubbling water and the soft sound of glass knocking on glass.
Knock. Knock. “Open the door Michael.” Atticus had long since lost his good mood and was not pleased that his most beloved companion had locked him out.
Hearing his Master’s voice, Micah dropped his notebook and ran over to the door. He had hoped that he could just throw himself in Atticus’ arms and just call it a day. But opening the door to reveal a very unhappy Atticus, caused Michael to jump back in shock.
“Good morning Atticus.” Micah softly said while adjusting his glasses slightly, a nervous habit of his.
“I told you not to lock this door Michael.” Atticus spoke seriously. Inwardly Michael groaned. Of course Atticus would add onto his troubles!
“I-I am sorry… I wasn’t trying to lock y-you out. I just needed some quiet.” Whispered Micah. Atticus advanced quickly on Micah until he had the boy pushed up against one of the bookshelves.
“And why would you need so much quiet that you would have to deliberately disobey me?” Atticus spoke so softly that it almost betrayed his anger. Knowing he would have to relive it, and he wouldn’t get the immediate comfort he so desperately wanted, Micah threw his head back and slid down the wall. Micah wasn’t one for violence of raised voices, but he could be…a little dramatic. Michael did it so quickly that Atticus didn’t have time to catch him. Rolling his eyes, Atticus took a step back and examined his rather forlorn pet. Sigh. “What happened now?”
Atticus turned around and shut the door he had just come from, and leaned against it. Bringing a cigarette to his lips, he lit it up with and closed his eyes.
“I really don’t want you smoking in here Atticus.” Michael softly mused. It wasn’t a direct protest, but he had had just had the day from hell, and he had absolutely no fight left. Not that the would have ever fought Atticus either, but his fatigue only made him more passive if not a bit more bitter.
Atticus opened his eyes and saw Micah sitting against the wall with his knees pulled up against his chest, with his bright eyes looking up at him. “What happened?”
“Stephanie lost my only successful cup for the past three weeks. I’ve been trying to see if I can repeat the formula, but I think I had added something without knowing it because my notes aren’t helping me.” Atticus knew Micah was about to cry. The man could never understand what made the boy so obsessed with tea, but he was.
Atticus had opened this shop when he was 25- about 15 years ago-, because a very strange investor was going to practically give him 50 million dollars if he agreed to open up a Tea House. Atticus Solis was the only heir to the Solis family fortune and their corporate trading empire. But 50 million is still 50 million! It seemed foolish pass it up. The investor-who never met with him face to face- had said that the terms of their “donation” were that he would have to 1) open a tea house 2) agree to accept a package and all its contents when it arrived. The investor didn’t reveal what was in the package or when it may appear. But it had been 15 years ago and no package had shown up since, so he figured they had forgotten all about it.
Atticus had made some of his private maids and assistants run the shop during its first opening. It had done well enough he supposed. He personally did not care much for his shop. Until… a mysterious boy showed up: Micah.
“And so, you’ve had a bad day?” Atticus asked while taking a long drag.
“I suppose you can say that, yes.” Michael slowly got up and started to move back over to one of his many lab tables. But in a blink of an eye, Atticus reached out and pulled the boy back into his arms. Of all the boys, Micah fit almost perfectly into Atticus’ arms. He was only a few inches shorter than Atticus and had a much smaller build than the other man. If it weren’t for the young face of Micah, they could easily pass as a normal couple.
Michael allowed himself to be enveloped in his master’s arms, and in fact helped the man hold him closer.
“Do you want to go home?” Atticus gruffly asked. Micah nodded but was silently upset that Atticus just blew a mouthful of smoke into his hair. Ew. Atticus always assumed it was a maid or Tyler who hid his cigarettes, but it was actually Micah. As submissive as the boy was, he was also a bit mischievous. Well, that and he hated cigarettes.
“Well, pack up here and I’ll meet you downstairs.” With a final squeeze Atticus walked out the door and down the stairs. Micah smiled slightly thinking how he got what he wanted. Atticus was good about that.
A.s.A.s.A
Tyler didn’t utter a word as Atticus passed. Atticus was still pissed about the condition of the kitchen and Tyler was equally pissed that the man was pissed. It was his fucking kitchen! Damn Atticus….
Atticus was a little excited about tormenting his little angel a bit more, but when he pushed through the double doors, there was a small group of school girls already in there chatting at one of the tables.
“Oh! Look, I think that’s the owner! I’ve seen him a few times, isn’t he gorgeous?”
“Well, yea, but isn’t he kind of old?”
“I think that makes him sexier!”
“I wonder if this place only hires good looking guys?”
“Hahah it looks that way!” The group of girls kept giggling and chatting as Atticus reached inside his suit’s font pocket to pull out a pair of sunglasses. Sean was just smiling at the girls’ antics wondering if they knew the two guys could hear them.
Sean glanced up at Atticus and giggled softly. Atticus shook his head not letting the grin show that was fighting to escape.
“Was Micah okay?” Sean asked. Atticus nodded his head then dropped his cigarette on the floor, crushing it with his the sole of his shoe.
“He’s coming home with me.” Sean nodded and reached over and pulled out a broom and dustpan. Sean playfully swatted the man’s shoe so that he could get to the ashes hidden beneath.
Atticus was a little upset that the boy just brushed his polished shoes with a dirty broom, so when Sean turned around the man swatted his butt. Because they were behind the counter the girls couldn’t see what was going on, but they all turned over when Sean squeaked. After a moment of analyzing the situation: the tall owner dude smirking- all too cute cashier boy squeaking- all too cute cashier boy blushing. It was conclusive something wonderfully naughty just happened.
After the conclusion was reached a whole new wave of giggles erupted.
Sean tried to busy himself with some of the tea pots- that way at least he could hide his blush by turning his back on them. The girls were always in there so he was used to becoming flustered or embarrassed in front of them, but it still didn’t make it any easier to face them!
Almost as if God was giving the boy a reprieve, Micah pushed through the double doors. He had old beaten up leather messenger bag clutched in his hands.
“I’m ready to go Atticus.” Without a word Atticus moved from behind the counters and out towards the door. Micah smiled at Sean and quickly followed the man out.
“Oh my gosh they are a couple!!!”
“No! Oh man, maybe they are!”
“I think I just died and went to heaven! That’s so hot!”
Gazing up towards the heavens Sean had to ask, why? Haha. Knowing now immediate answer would come he continued to busy himself with the teapots, making sure the temperatures were all good. Hearing the push doors open, he glanced up to see a lone hand signaling him to come. Quirking an eyebrow, he just knew this would give the girls more to giggle about.
Sucking it up he moved to the kitchen. Opening the doors, Sean had found yet another version of Hell. It was if something big, red, and sticky had exploded. Gooey red syrup was all over the walls, ceiling, and any and all surfaces. He noticed a great big boiler pot on one of the major stoves that was simply oozing the substance. A look of utter horror crossed over Sean’s face. It shouldn’t have affected him so much- seeing as this happened almost every week- but still, never knowing when Tyler would clean his dungeon, meant he would probably be stuck doing it.
Sean finally glanced over at Tyler who was hovering over a counter.
“Um, Tyler?” Tyler spun around, causing Sean to jump back. He had a crazed look in his eyes. In his hands, he held a delicate looking pastry… a tart perhaps?
“Try this badass right here…” Tyler almost literally threw the tart thing at Sean.
“U-um okay!” Carefully picked up the pastry. Sniffed it a little. And then bit down. Figuratively and almost physically, Sean basically had an orgasm. “oh god…”
“HA! Success! Fucking Atticus doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Tyler was grinning in triumph. It almost appeared like he had flames for eyes for a second. But Sean oblivious to the world, while he enjoyed the rest of that most delectable treat…
“This shouldn’t be legal it’s so good…” Tyler sighed while licking his fingers clean. His grey eyes were glazed over and his cheeks were a little flushed. Tyler only clapped approvingly.
“See! There is always a reason for raisins!”
“A reason for what?” Sean asked a bit confused. He didn’t recall eat a raisin.
“That’s my secret Seany-baby! BWAHA!” Sean just shook his head and enjoyed the remnants of that wonderfully new creation.
A.s.A.s.A
Zqua: so did he orgasm? o.O?
Lishtel: AH! That's so crude to ask!!! *blush*
L.S.: lol... well, maybe?? I hear some foods can have some very interesting side effects on people.
Zqua: then that was hot...
Lishtel: AH!!!! Reader Reivew time!!!!
Yanagi: hahah I have this potential bedroom scene between Sean and Atticus planned out that is very much like their ealier encounter >D hahah I luff my Sean but i also want some of that sweet shyness! And yes, Atticus = master material...hahah or is he??? haha ^^; the tables may turn on him once his boys get home. Hopefully this satisfied your need for Micah??? haha i thought i showed just a tad bit of his quirkyness. lol He's a sexy oddball and i love him!! Thanks for your review!!! Muahz!!!
Renee: FP as Jess was so kind to point later on in a review, is Fiction Press. I love that site and I highly recomend it! It kind of forces authors to really go for quality over some of the typical plots lines here. Like, to be perfectly honest, this story is nothing compared to one of my others as far as plot and substance BUT i still love it :) hahah They just won't go hire than an Rish rating there. If you want some recomendations I'll give ya some!! Thanks for the review! And i can't wait to make the boy(s) >D pregnant! hahah
Brionne: ahhaah yes, Atticus is awesome!! I'll be sure to expand him a bit more haha My muses have him in some very funny situations a head ^^;;
Jess: Thanks for answering Renee! I didn't know when i could update next, I didn't want to leave her hanging lol I love FP and some of the longer running slash stories there! Divinitas, my all time favorite story i think, started there and has now contiuned here and I love it hahah Hopefully you enjoyed Micah!!
See ya'll in a week!! : )