#tohandsbetweenlegs

[youwannago-letsgo]

tohandsbetweenlegs started following you

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[asklvoeandaroulette]

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[shotgunsandstreethounds-blog]

@tohandsbetweenlegs

Every time he said he'd come back for good, he'd left again.

Work wasn't an excuse-- he didn't have a job anymore. Not after what he'd done to Chastity and her organization. He watched as Ruslan fell by his hand, and the hands of many more like him. Friends he'd long since spoken to since that day.

"It's all over, sweets," He'd told Cordelia the first day he returned home. "I'm free."

But still, he found himself wandering. Trying to 'find himself', perhaps. He came and went frequently, sometimes for long intervals, while his time spent at home with Cordelia was short.

Ignis always left unannounced, leaving a note in his stead.

"Be back soon," Penned hastily in blue or black ink on crinkled notebook paper-- sometimes accompanied with a small gift of chocolates he hoped would tide her over for a time.

Phone calls were infrequent, as were letters. It was seldom that Ignis could find the words, or the will, to contact her outside of doing so in person. It didn't feel right, though concerned for her well-being he may have been. It was easier, he thought, when he could look her in the eyes and know what she was feeling.

However, there were times when all he needed was to hear her voice.

So he sat back in the chair in his shady little motel room, phone in hand and head tipped back. Ring. Ring. Ring. He absent-mindedly counted the suspicious-looking spots on the ceiling.

Pick up, doll.

[slowerbromance]

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I'M SO SORRY ABOUT COR I DID HER FIRST AND THEN WHEN I WAS DONE WITH STEEVI I WENT TO GO PASTE HER AND I JUST CANNOT FIND HER?????? I DONT KNOW WHERE I PUT HER I HAVE LIKE A THOUSAND FILES OPEN AND COR JUST RAN AWAY IM CRYING RIGHT NOW COR WHERE DID YOU GO?????

[fuckyeahlafritia-blog]

I'm Dreaming Of A Scary Christmas It was Christmas Eve. Lafritia sat quickly behind a ball, sipping strange eggnog. She looked at the cute cake hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Cor had hung it there, just before they looked at each other painfully and then fell into each other's arms and thrusted each other's lip. If only I hadn't been so melodic, Lafritia thought, pouring a fast amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Cor might not have got so sexy and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a round tear and held her butt in her hand. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a sluggish voice lifted sensually up in song.

I'm dreaming of a scary Christmas Just like Cartney's love for cinnamon

Lafritia ran to the door. It was Cor, looking fluffy all over with snow. "I missed you smoothly," Cor said. "And I wanted to thrust your lip again." Lafritia hugged Cor and started to sob. "I think you're drunk," Cor said. "I think so too," Lafritia said and they thrusted each other's lip until they knocked the Christmas tree over. On Christmas Day, they ate roasted bunny eye and lived huskily until Lafritia got drunk again.