Craig and David together....?

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( I missed you. Not a day goes by that I haven't missed you. Not a night that I haven't regretted that fight. )

Fiscal Matters. [Sean]

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The mail list wasn't too heinous, so Sean decided to read through it while taking a wee break. Kicking back, with his booted feet on the desk, a steaming mug of fragrant coffee, and nothing else pressing to accomplish was a nice change and he set to work with a smile on his face.

Too damned much work lately, it seemed, and little enough free time as it was, much less having to divide it between visiting with family, seeing friends, spending time with Eric and the scant hope of having some modicum of space for himself. He sighed, sipped and punched off another reply, re-routing other incoming mails to the appropriate boxes before stopping, cup poised halfway to his mouth when the words on the page of the latest missive became clear.

Bollocks! It couldn't be, could it? Sitting up, Sean checked the calendar and did some mental calculation. Holy shit! It was!

Ignoring the com on the desk, he tipped his chair back and stared at the ceiling. His term of Service was almost up. Jeez! Twenty-odd years coming to an end and freedom from Debt nearly a reality.

That was going to be weird, he decided, not to mention the fact that he'd need a fiscal rethink on a large scale. He'd have to remember to get in contact with his accountants; there'd be a lot to reorganize.

He was going to be free. Free, adult and rich enough to do, well, anything!

And wasn't that one hell of a thought.

Client Piece

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Mads/Ioan/Gerard Butler
(Thanks Jay! *muwah*!)
**Warnings: Bondage, Flogging**

Ioan moved about the room, quietly getting things ready. He looked at Mads. "Is there anything else?"

Mads had been watching Ioan for a few moments, expression amused as he got the last things ready, shaking his head a bit at the boy's question. He'd also made sure everything Gerard preferred was set out properly - quite looking forward to this session, since Gerard had been a client for quite a while now, one of the ones that had been interested in continuing on in a threesome capacity - though, this perhaps wasn't as fully a threesome as some of he and Ioan's other clients. "No, I think we've got it. Now we wait," he said, moving to seat himself in a chair - every bit the Dom now, the aura of it fairly rolling off him. "Sit and wait."

"Yes sir." Ioan said and dropped to the floor on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, eyes lowered.

Interlude

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(OOC: The David in question is David Thewlis...)

David listened to the woman, concentration causing a furrow between his brows, when she got to the classical selections, he brightened and held up a hand. "Yes, that's it. That's what I want." He leaned up on his toes to look at the list that she was reading from.

Turning the page for him, the young woman began typing information into the computer. "Will you be taking the tickets with you or shall I have them delivered?" She asked.

"Oh no, deliver them please. It's – well – it's not a date." David blushed a bit and continued. "I just wanted to get him something – a thank you, for being a nice person, he's very easy to talk to." He smiled at her.

"Well, these tickets will make a lovely thank you." The reservation assistant said with a pleasant smile. "This particular violin recital has been all the talk for a few days now. If he like this sort of music, he should enjoy the show."

"Oh he does, and he plays. I – well – I haven't heard him or anything, but I'm sure he's very good. He has lovely hands." David said nodding.

The young woman nodded. "Okay sir, the address to send the tickets and the inscription for the card?"

David smiled. "Cillian Murphy, Palace. And just sign it, Thank you for a nice afternoon. Hope you enjoy the concert. David Thewlis."

(no subject)

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OOC: The envelope that Jason bring home refers to this.

Jason stretched as he headed back into the building. The project team meeting had gone well but he still wasn't used to sitting so long in one place. The walk up from the coffee shop they had been meeting at had gone a long way to making his legs feel less numb. Grinning as he waved to Parker, he paused when she waved an envelop at him. "Hey, delivery dropped this at the wrong place. I was about to hand it off to inter-office mail but you're here so you're in luck!"

Harry/Orlando. The perils of pet ownership

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[OOC- This is Angie's fault. And that's all I have to say about that.]



"Give you fifty bucks if you do it."