...and LOVE

[ciircee]

MORE IMPORTANTLY:
I saw mommy
kissing Santa Claus

I'm not sure what's going on but today when I checked my e-mail I had six v-gifts. I think I missed a meme or something but whatever it was THANK YOU. I love you guys, too. In fact, if you sent me a snowflake and would like to leave me a character/pairing and a prompt I would like to write you each a drabble.

Randomly: Dear to f-list: Thank you for being on the internet. ♥

Now, back to cookie making for the kids' school concert bake-sale. (Note to self: Never again try to make snowflake cut-outs with the almond cookies This will always end in tears.)

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[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

Cookies cure so many, many ills. (PS. Do you want a real-life Christmas card from me? If so, hop back an entry or two and leave me an address. If not, tell me I'm a creeper.)

The phone rings at one-thirty in the morning. "Come drinking with me," says Jun.

Nino nudges the clock with his bare toes. "Watch my new card trick," he bargains.

Jun hangs up.


Nino calls Jun at midnight just a few nights later. "Want to go drinking?" he offers.

"I'm in the middle of filming," Jun reminds him.

"So?" Nino asks, bored.

But he still hangs up before Jun does.


"Come over," Jun commands.

Nino wriggles from his back to his stomach, hissing at the pain in his back lances down his leg. "You come over," he says.

"I told you he'd say 'no'," Jun says to somebody on his end of the phone. "Go call Mao-chan if you want a twisted threesome. Shun," he explains to Nino.

If Nino giggles a little bit it's only because he's already taken something for the pain.


The doorbell rings and Jun is there.

He's still there in the morning, asleep beside Nino, one hand impossibly and soothingly warm just where Nino's hip hurts the most.

[rinalin.livejournal.com]

This is pure love. *happy sigh*

[honooko.livejournal.com]

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