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Mr. Wooster and the Walk-Away Cone Shoppe

I wrote a companion piece to LucyLou's recent ice cream story. I hope you like it!

 

Edited to fix all manner of sundry technical issues, particularly with bolded font and lj-cut. Gaw!

 

Title: Mr. Wooster and the Walk-Away Cone Shoppe
Author: msliz4857
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Pairing: J/W
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Approximately 1,700
Summary: It's Bertie. With melting ice cream. And licking.
Author's Notes: Untold thanks to skyblue_reverie for her encouragement and speedy and right-on-target beta edits and suggestions. It's a better piece for having known her. Even more thanks to lucylou for writing the original story (including the prompt for a Jeeves POV), her generous sharing of her plot and dialogue, and her much-appreciated encouragement and kind words during beta-time. *gently tossing nice strawberry Opal Fruits their way*
Disclaimer: 1. This is my first fic; proceed at your own risk. 2. Characters are not mine, more's the pity. *sigh*
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated.

Mr. Wooster and the Walk-Away Cone Shoppe

The metropolis was in the grasp of a brutal heat wave, with today being particularly excruciating. I had drawn a cooling bath for Mr. Wooster when he awoke, but, as I knew from my own experience earlier in the day, the restorative effect lasted only as long as one was immersed.

When he emerged from his room, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. His lower half was dressed in handsome cream-colored linen trousers that set off his frame perfectly. An elegant sight, to be sure. But when I beheld the upper half of my employer’s physique, I felt heat of a different sort rise in my cheeks. His torso was clothed in only an undershirt, which was most out of character for him. However, his choosing that particular style of raiment merely served as proof of the oppressiveness of the day.

He moved to the open window, hoping in vain to catch whatever slight zephyr might go wafting by. I had intended to remain in the room to do the small amount of straightening that was required, but Mr. Wooster’s state of deshabillé proved too distracting. I felt it better to retire to the kitchen to attend to other tasks, the first of which was to press a cool cloth to my face in an effort quell the heat that had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

Shortly afterward the telephone rang. Mr. Glossop requested Mr. Wooster accompany him to a local ice cream parlour that had recently opened for business. He eagerly accepted; by the time he entered the kitchen, he had donned both shirt and jacket, and looked a bit the worse for his trouble considering the weather.

“Fancy something sweet, Jeeves?”

“Thank you, sir, but no.” I carefully controlled my voice and feigned being engrossed in rearranging the contents of a cabinet in an attempt to cover the surge of emotion I felt at both his kindness to inquire after me in this way and my own unbidden thought that it was only that sweetness I desired. He bade me goodbye and took his leave.

I made my way to his bedroom for the day’s review of his wardrobe. I was most particular that his clothing be kept clean and mended, and I was diligent in this task. I opened the armoire and, as often happens, felt a shudder run through me as an intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. It was a combination of leather, cologne, cedar, and soap—the aroma that now and ever will until my dying day evoke Mr. Wooster. My inspection revealed that no mending was required, and so I returned to the kitchen to begin preparations for afternoon tea. A short while later I heard him return to the flat and settle into the living room.

“Pfah to Edison, Jeeves!”

“Indeed, sir?” I replied. I opened the kitchen window wider in an effort to bring more air into the room and moved toward the living room to enquire if my employer required anything of me.

“And to Newton! And all those other ruddy inventors,” I heard him continue.

“The open kitchen window should allow for the passage of air from...” but when I regarded the sight before my eyes, I was momentarily left speechless and frozen in the doorway.

Mr. Wooster had returned himself to his previous state of undress; his jacket and shirt had been flung over the back of a chair. He had draped himself carelessly over the sofa, as if he had collapsed rather than sat in place. The unintended result was a picture of languid repose. In his hand was a walk-away cone that he had raised to his mouth; in the next heartbeat, he swirled the treat over his outstretched tongue. I knew he could not possibly realize the effect he was having on me, but that did not lessen the impact. Attempting to regain my composure, I wiped my perspiring palms on my apron.

"What ho, Jeeves!” he greeted me, gesturing toward me with his cone. “Do you, by chance, happen to know the genius responsible for this particular work of brilliance?”

My eyes, seeming to have a will of their own, remained fixed on the ice cream as he returned it to his mouth. I took a deep breath, grateful for a topic—any topic except the sight in front me—on which to focus my thoughts.

“I believe, sir, that ice cream has been a traditional treat since the Middle Ages. It is only more recently, most notably at the 1904 World’s Fair, that the ‘Walk-Away Cone’ became popularized. Its invention is credited to Lebanese baker, Abe Doumar.”

Mr. Wooster licked and swirled his tongue over the ice cream while I was talking. His eyes were sparkling, and I heard him utter one or two small moans of delight. Every movement and sound he made was a joy and torture to behold.

“Would you prefer to...that I retrieve a dish and spoon, sir? It’s a considerably neater method of consuming ice cream, if you’ll allow me to say so...” I quickly turned toward the kitchen to retrieve the implements, but he protested.

“No no, Jeeves! That won’t do at all! The cone is the best part!”

I turned back toward him, foiled in my attempt to make a graceful exit. I was transfixed and could do nothing but gaze at him until I realized the gaze had become a stare. A small drip of melting ice cream, which originated at the left corner of his exquisite mouth, was tracing its way down to his jaw. I shuddered when I felt my tongue in my closed mouth imperceptibly moving as if to trace the path of the dripping treat. I coughed and forced myself to speak.

“Perhaps a napkin, sir?”

“Nonsense, Jeeves. It’s silly to try to sop any of this up before I’ve finished. It’ll all melt again before I’d even caught the first bit.”

Perceiving that there was to be no escape, I felt my resolve weaken. As earlier today and as in days before this one, I could feel the blood in my face and feared the colour would be obvious to see.

Suddenly Mr. Wooster exclaimed, “Drat!” We both saw the ice cream dripping down his fingers. He moved the cone to his other hand and began lapping up the melted concoction. Of course, the ice cream then began to drip down his other hand. He chose a different tack and began licking the cone itself. I could control myself no longer and made my way to his side.

“Are you quite sure you don’t—” he licked the back of his hand where the ice cream had dripped, “—want some, Jeeves? Plenty to,” lick, “spare!”

I felt curiously calm now that my mind was set on a course of action. “Sir,” I said, noting that my voice had taken on an uncharacteristic low, husky quality, “you seem to have missed a small amount here.” I pointed an imperceptibly shaking finger toward Mr. Wooster’s free hand, which he was holding up at an awkward angle in order to avoid contact with the furniture.

“I know that, Jeeves!” he said, between licks, “but I can’t very well do two things at once, you know!”

I saw the melted ice cream on his free hand begin to slide down past his wrist, and despite my earlier resolution, I trembled at the thought of what I was about to do. “If you would allow me, sir,” I said, and placed my fingers on his forearm. I bent slightly at the waist and lifted his hand to my mouth. The tip of my outstretched tongue slid over the trail of melted ice cream, lapping it up gently.

It was beyond reasoning that such a simple thing as the touch of tongue to hand should make one's breath catch in such a way. I felt compelled to go further, and I closed my mouth on his thumb. I swirled my tongue on the tip, then took the entire length in my mouth, sucking and licking delicately until all traces of vanilla flavour were long eradicated and I could taste only him on my tongue. I felt aroused almost beyond bearing, and at the same time I felt the familiar ache of shame at my improper desire for my employer. As I stroked his palm thoroughly with my tongue, I told myself that if nothing else, at least I had been permitted this one moment’s pleasure. Even after his skin was clean, I took a moment to memorize the feeling of his flesh under my mouth, the unique scent and taste of him burned into my mind to be relived innumerable times in the privacy of my own chambers. Finally, agonizingly, I forced myself to pull away.

“Thank you Jeeves!” he said, “You’re a wonder!” As I had anticipated, he had inferred none of my improper motives, gazing at me with innocent and guileless blue eyes. I felt a mingling of regret and relief at Mr. Wooster’s continuing failure to perceive my desire for him.

“I’m glad to be of assistance, sir,” I said, smiling slightly. He was always most generous in his praise of my efforts, and I took great joy in that, forcing aside the familiar pain occasioned by my unspoken tendresse for my employer. It was not his fault that I felt such improper emotions for him, and I resolved not to allow my personal torment to ruin this experience.

I knew I could take no more and turned to make my way back to the kitchen. My face was again in need of a cold compress; the other portions of my anatomy demanding relief would have to wait until I retired for the evening. I could hear Mr. Wooster lapping at his ice cream once again, and I closed my eyes involuntarily as another wave of hopeless desire passed through me.

“Good ice cream, isn’t it Jeeves?” he called, and I could hear him licking his lips.

I stood just at the kitchen door and turned to look at him. “Delicious, sir,” I responded. I entered the kitchen and added softly, “The best I’ve had.”

End

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derien
Oct. 19th, 2006 02:26 am (UTC)
Oh! *swallows* Yummy! 8>
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it!
zekkass
Oct. 19th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC)
Mmm. That was wonderful, and definitely hot. XD

(Sorry if you're getting this twice - had minor spelling issues.)
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 10:45 pm (UTC)
Nope, only got it once. :)

Thanks for your kind words. I had fun writing it!
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 19th, 2006 04:49 am (UTC)
Oh, lovely. Just gorgeous. Just as good on the umpteeth re-read as the first time I saw it. Thank you so much for the sneak preview, m'dear!

My favorite bits:

His lower half was dressed in handsome cream-colored linen trousers that set off his frame perfectly. An elegant sight, to be sure. But when I beheld the upper half of my employer’s physique, I felt heat of a different sort rise in my cheeks. His torso was clothed in only an undershirt, which was most out of character for him.

The mental image of HL's Bertie in that outfit does things to me. Really, really good things. *pantpant*

I opened the armoire and, as often happens, felt a shudder run through me as an intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. It was a combination of leather, cologne, cedar, and soap—the aroma that now and ever will until my dying day evoke Mr. Wooster.

Oh, this part just melts me. The idea of Jeeves being imprinted so strongly, so deeply with Bertie's scent that he knows he will remember it and feel it until he dies is incredibly beautiful.

A small drip of melting ice cream, which originated at the left corner of his exquisite mouth, was tracing its way down to his jaw. I shuddered when I felt my tongue in my closed mouth imperceptibly moving as if to trace the path of the dripping treat.

I already told you how much I love that part, but I had to say it again. Both of their mouths are gorgeous, but Jeeves's tongue secretly moving... Oh dear lord. *faints*

And oh, the lovely, gorgeous, poignant angst! Beautifully done and so in character. And now I demand a sequel! A smutty, fluffy, happy sequel. I believe you may have mentioned chocolate syrup and whipped cream? Yes please! *g*
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 10:56 pm (UTC)
*hugs and mwah!* Merci mille fois for everything, m'dear. This wouldn't have been written without your encouragement and wouldn't have been nearly as sexy or angsty without your feedback.

You are my alpha beta, and I am humbled in your presence! :)

*rummages for the syrup and whip whipped cream* It may be a while coming, but let me see what I can do.

PS...Thanks for the tip on the LJ user links! See? I fixed 'em!

skyblue_reverie
Oct. 20th, 2006 01:51 am (UTC)
*hugs and mwah! back* You are very very welcome. I am happy to have been of service.

*blush* Hee, alpha beta. That was a grocery chain when I was growing up. :)

*rummages for the syrup and whip...

...

...

...huh? did you say something? I think I lost my train of thought there. Umm... whip? You're rummaging for a whip? Yes please? Ah, I think there might have been some words after that one but I couldn't say for sure...

Oh! lj user links - you're quite welcome, m'dear. Now... did you perchance mention something about a whip?...

:p
msliz4857
Oct. 20th, 2006 05:23 am (UTC)
Now... did you perchance mention something about a whip?
[best Bertie imitation] Possibly, Jeeves, possibly. [/imitation]

*marks 'start new J/W fic' on to-do list for this weekend*

[shameles plug] Now I'm off to read your belt!fic again. [/plug] Mmmmm...cowboy icon. *melts*

*sings quietly* Back in the saddle again...
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 20th, 2006 06:27 am (UTC)
Yes! I've incessantly nagged gently encouraged you until you decided to write more J/W! Woo-hoo!

Aww, you are incredibly sweet to plug me. Hee, glad you like the cowboy icon. The lovely rivers_bend made it for me. :)

*sings quietly* Back in the saddle again...

Hehe. :p
lucylou
Oct. 20th, 2006 06:02 am (UTC)
Perhaps we should make this a delightful round-robin adventure and YOU should write the next bit! I'd be happy to keep the ball rolling and write more, too! Adventures is unresolved sexual tension!
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 20th, 2006 06:34 am (UTC)
Ooooh, I am incredibly flattered! I'd love to do a round robin! But - yikes, UST, huh? I don't know how long I could sustain that! I'm ready for them to get with the hot smexing already. :p

But the angst was kind of fun... and anticipation does make the eventual denouement that much sweeter...

Also, I don't want to take over if msliz4857 was planning to write the next part - what say you, Ms. Liz? Do you want me in on this little ice cream party, or would you rather take it yourself? I'm happy either way!

This could be very fun! Thank you so much for asking me!
msliz4857
Oct. 20th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Very cool, idea! I will gladly share our boys and ice cream with you! Remember our lives as HL's and SF's sex slaves? Hurrah for sharing! *snort*

Maybe I'll take my writing time this weekend and work on a costume for [info]karaokegal's Halloween party. :)

skyblue_reverie
Oct. 21st, 2006 01:14 am (UTC)
I'll shoot you an email and we can figure out logistics, and if you want to take the next section or if I should - I've got no real ideas on it yet, so if you had already started plotting out the next bit you're free to take that one and I can jump in afterwards - or if you'd rather that I do the next bit and you can do the alternate POV on it, or lucylou can - whatever works!

Remember our lives as HL's and SF's sex slaves?

Remember? You speak as if it's in the past! What do you mean it's not real? *hands over ears* La la la I can't hear you.

Oh, the fic party is going to be fun. Can I be nosy and ask what you have planned for your costume? I'm going with a J&W Mary Sue bad!fic. ennui_blue_lite did a hilarious MST of it which will be her costume. I can't wait for halloween!
msliz4857
Oct. 21st, 2006 01:35 am (UTC)
Remember? You speak as if it's in the past! What do you mean it's not real? *hands over ears* La la la I can't hear you.
Nothin' but ROFLMAO and tons of sex!slave!lurve for you. :)

Can I be nosy and ask what you have planned for your costume?
House/Cameron. Ugh. So it's the perfect costume for me. I've come up with an idea of how I think I can make it work without having to gouge out my own eyes reading it. I just have to fill in the details. And the dialog. And the plot that drives the idea forward. *thinks* Maybe I'll try a writing challenge of no dialog. Um, or details? Um, or plot? Can I just submit my idea in 15 words or less? *snerk*

I believe you already know my answer to your icon. NO!!!!!!!!

I'm watching Jeeves, the Matchmaker as I'm writing, and Bertie just gave the most amazing little speech:
"Every day at the same old time you come in with the same old tray and put it on the same old table. I'm just fed up with the monotony. It's the bally balliness of it all makes it all seem so bally bally."

I'm thinking of having the last line as my epitaph. Because, it's so true.
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 21st, 2006 02:12 am (UTC)
Yay for sex!slave!lurve! *g*

Ewwwww, House/Cam. Yuck. Perfect costume - utterly terrifying and disgusting. And, yeah, 15 words or less sounds good to me! :p

Heh heh, I had a feeling that'd be your answer to the Bertie-icon. :D

And great epitaph!
msliz4857
Oct. 21st, 2006 11:20 pm (UTC)
OMG such love for that icon. hahahahahahahaha!!!!

*unveils ignorance* I need some translations, please, from a post above.
1. Mary Sue
2. MST

Also, I've seen other places
1. OTP
2. PWP

Enlightment please, Great Guru?
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 21st, 2006 11:48 pm (UTC)
Hee hee! Well I say from your LJ entry that you've joined the ranks of the pathetically addicted to enthusiastic collectors of icons, and now have many slots, so feel free to yoink that one too. *g*

Okay, translations! There really needs to be some kind of "unofficial" LJ tutorial in addition to all the official ones, 'cause I had to figure these out pretty recently as well.

1. Mary Sue = a thinly disguised, highly idealized version of the fic author, inserted into a fanfic and paired with the canon character that the author herself desires. Basically, the stuff that all of us think about but which most of us have the decency not to inflict upon each other. *g* Also, a fic with such a character, e.g.: "Did you read the new Mary Sue over on ff.net? It was dreadful!" and also a verb, e.g.: "If you were going to write bad!fic, would you rather mary sue yourself with Bertie or Jeeves?"

2. MST = Mystery Science Theater, from the show Mystery Science Theater 3000. In that show, the conceit was that the characters (a janitor and two robots) were abducted and forced by an evil mastermind to watch horrible B-movies - they passed the time by making snide and hilarious remarks about the movies. In fic MSTs, the MST writer has the characters from a fandom make snide and hilarious remarks about awful fanfics. My favorites are ennui_blue_lite's, which are here.

3. OTP = One True Pairing. It means the pairing that one loves and 'ships above all others in that fandom, often to the exclusion of any other pairing involving either participant. e.g. "House/Wilson is my OTP; I won't read House/Cam or Wilson/Chase." For multiples, OT3, OT4, etc. are used, e.g. "House/Wilson/Cuddy = OT3 4eva!"

4. PWP = Porn Without Plot (sometimes called "Plot? What plot?") Umm, pretty self-explanatory, that! :p

Hope this is helpful, m'dear!
msliz4857
Oct. 22nd, 2006 12:14 am (UTC)
*happily pets shiny, brand-new icon slots*

Ah. It all makes sense now! *whew* I had no idea this fangirliness was going to need its own vocabulary. Please tell me there's no math involved.

"House/Wilson/Cuddy = OT3 4eva!"
Oh, yeah, I could go for that! I could mary sue myself for some total PWP. *snerk*

You know what? Writing House!fic while watching Jeeves & Wooster is not nearly as easy as it sounds. Trust me!
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 22nd, 2006 12:28 am (UTC)
Oh, yeah, there definitely should be a fangirl dictionary! No math, other than the constant struggle of trying to fit 48 hours' worth of fannishness into each 24-hour day (or less, when one considers work/school/other obligations. *kicks work*).

"House/Wilson/Cuddy = OT3 4eva!"
Oh, yeah, I could go for that! I could mary sue myself for some total PWP. *snerk*


Hehe. Have fun, m'dear. ;) I must admit that I'm a total House/Wilson OTP girl. Although J/W is the very most true of any OTP I've ever seen.

You know what? Writing House!fic while watching Jeeves & Wooster is not nearly as easy as it sounds. Trust me!

Ha! I can imagine! I can't write fic while watching anything, even the canon eps. I usually can't even listen to music, as it's too distracting.
msliz4857
Oct. 22nd, 2006 12:36 am (UTC)
I must admit that I'm a total House/Wilson OTP girl. Although J/W is the very most true of any OTP I've ever seen.

Total werd to that. You and I are kindred spirits for sure!

even the canon eps.

Yeah, I thought throwing in some House would be better, but not so much. Couldn't write. Although it did provide some details that I think I'll be able to incorporate.
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 22nd, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Total werd to that. You and I are kindred spirits for sure!

*hugs* Yay for kindred spirits! Isn't LJ an amazing place?
msliz4857
Oct. 20th, 2006 07:13 am (UTC)
BTW...Your bathtub icon? Oh so much yum. I remember when I saw that ep (can't remember now which one it is) I was agog thinking "that's a whole bunch of Hugh on display!" Just something about getting the bare upper torso and so much leg. And his legs are, um, very relaxed, if you know what I mean. Oy, if that camera angle had come in at a bit of a different direction...*faints*

Definitely the most naked Bertie. Ever.

*sigh* Yes, I realize HL really wasn't totally naked...but a girl can obsess dream, can't she?
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 21st, 2006 01:05 am (UTC)
Hee hee. Glad you like the bathtub one too. Feel free to yoink (I see below that you were reminding yourself to do so *g*) with credit to the maker, of course. :)

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, naked!Bertie. *goes to happy place*

a girl can obsess dream, can't she?

Oh, yes she can! Trust me, she can. ;)
msliz4857
Oct. 21st, 2006 01:19 am (UTC)
*yoink!* {g} Thanks! All due credit will be given.

I believe that I have become what can only called an icon slut. Or maybe better put is that I'm addicted to icon!crack. There are so many great ones around...I want them all! Bwahahahahahaha!

Quota of 15. Pshaw!

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, naked!Bertie. *goes to happy place*
Sorry, I never got past naked!Bertie. *pantpant*
skyblue_reverie
Oct. 21st, 2006 02:08 am (UTC)
Hee hee. Yeah, I'm a total icon addict too. I shelled out for all the extras I could get. I now have 106 slots, and it's not enough!
ink_n_imp
Oct. 19th, 2006 08:59 am (UTC)
*fans self*

OMG....that's just HOT. A wonderful companion to LucyLou's well done indeed!!!

*resolves herself to draw this!*
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 10:59 pm (UTC)
*helps to fan imp*

Thank you so much! Yes, please draw this!!! Pretty please?? *bats eyelashes* I will send Opal Fruits your way as a reward! Or perhaps Ma'am would prefer some Berent's Cocoa?
conductrixvitae
Oct. 19th, 2006 09:45 am (UTC)
mmmmm lovely story :-)

and on a completely different note, yes they are Opal Fruits and I defy those who would call them anything else. *mutter*Starburstmyarse*mutter*
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 11:03 pm (UTC)
*mutter*Starburstmyarse*mutter*

I had no idea what Opal Fruits were until I looked it up on Google (I'm American). But I'm with you...WTF with "Starburst"? "Opal Fruit" is much better! I refuse to call them anything else from here on in!

And glad you liked the story!
ennui_blue_lite
Oct. 19th, 2006 02:01 pm (UTC)
*swoons* Dear, this is excellent! The scene between Bertie, Jeeves, the ice cream, and Jeeves' tongue... hang on, I think I need a minute.
This should have a sequel, where Bertie hopefully realizes and reciprocates.
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 11:11 pm (UTC)
*runs for smelling salts* Wow...I don't think I've ever made anyone swoon before!

You are so kind, thank you! Yes, something about the thought of Jeeves's tongue—just the tip of it—slowly sliding down Bertie's hand and wrist...*lost in, um, thought*...now I'm the one who needs a minute.

This should have a sequel, where Bertie hopefully realizes and reciprocates.

Agreed! Now we just have to find someone to write it! ;) *already picturing Bertie following Jeeves into the kitchen*
gaffsie
Oct. 19th, 2006 06:42 pm (UTC)
It's snowing outside, and yet I suddently feel that a cold shower would be in order. ;) Very hot, in an unbiddenly angsty way. Sequel, pretty please?
msliz4857
Oct. 19th, 2006 11:19 pm (UTC)
Snowing? In October? Ugh, my condolences.

Jeeves + Bertie + licking + unrequited passion = MsLiz in cold shower

unbiddenly angsty
Hee! Love that phrase.

Sequel, pretty please?
I will do my best!

PS...I have seen your icon around, and I've meant to drop you a note that I LOVE it! That is one of my favorite House expressions. Or maybe that's HL's reaction to all of this slashiness! ;)
gaffsie
Oct. 20th, 2006 01:22 pm (UTC)
I was actually pleased when it started to snow. It beats the usual grey darkness of October.

Thanks! People really seem to like that icon. Almost makes me wish that I'd made it myself (as it is, all praise belongs to acopyofacopy). :)

And hey, your icon of Bertie in the bath is pretty darn lovely too.
msliz4857
Oct. 20th, 2006 10:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah, is that not hot? They showed that still during Hugh's intro on Inside the Actor's Studio, and I wondered what dark, angsty, soul-searching role he was playing to get a shot like that. Why, Bertie Wooster, who else? *snerk"

I lurves me some Bertie in the bath! I must remember to yoink skyblue_reverie's bath icon above. ;)
gaffsie
Oct. 21st, 2006 07:51 am (UTC)
I wondered about their choice of picture as well. Maybe a closeted fangirl was in charge of the photo selection.
lucylou
Oct. 20th, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)
Hurrah! Lovely, again!
I do hope you'll put this on Fanfiction.net, because it won't let me link the story to your livejournal version (crafty monsters, over there!).
Also, because it would be nice to get enough fics/authors to start a real category over there!
Pleaaase?
well done, you!
msliz4857
Oct. 20th, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
*arms in air, saying "woo!" just like lucylou's icon*

I'm sooooo happy you're pleased with it! Thanks again for your kind words and your absolutely delicious story that got my juices *excuse me* creative juices flowing.

Happy to post to the site you mentioned. I've registered, but they've not sent me back an email yet to complete. :( I may have to go beat on their door until they let me in. I will not be denied! As soon as I've made my way inside, I'll let you know. *wondering if I'll need the mad spy skillz of Tony and Control*
jenniebird
Oct. 21st, 2006 10:14 pm (UTC)
Yay!
msliz4857
Oct. 22nd, 2006 12:15 am (UTC)
Back at ya!
nonesane
Nov. 3rd, 2006 12:22 am (UTC)
That was incredibly sweet and hot, at the same time. Now I have a craving for ice-cream...and Jooster smut.
msliz4857
Nov. 3rd, 2006 12:38 am (UTC)
Mmmmmm....Jooster smut. Yum! ;)

Thanks for the kinds words; glad you liked it!
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msliz4857
May. 26th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
Awwww, thank you so much! I think I have some vanilla ice cream in my freezer that I might just have to go eat now. :D

Thanks for reading and commenting!
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