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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has his guitar, playing quietly. He's in a sentimental mood.


I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Then looking upwards I strained my eyes and try to
tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Do they collide? I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide for all time
for all time...

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie taps a foot impatiently. "I'd like some sex, please."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien moves s l o w l y. Like a robot winding d o w n.

But he's grinning like a madman.

[bloodyrockgod]

Hoping to be encouraging, Charlie pulls off his sweatshirt.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

S l o w e r.

Still grinning.

Now leecherously.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie frowns at him, then gets a wicked look and starts dancing with lots of hip movement, pulling up his shirt just enough to be tempting.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Is that a blur?

I think it is.

Has the blur picked up a Charlie and made it to their room/

Methinks it has.

Do you get to see what happens inside that room?

NO, you dirty hobbit fancier perverts!