Desmond whined a little when Michael pulled his hand away, and he cleared his throat, dragging his tongue over his lips. "Right, no audience. That would be bad and potentinally get us arrested," he said with a quiet laugh. "It'll be hard, but I'll try." He gave Michael a grin, half tempted to just load all the stuff up right then and head off.
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Date: 2009-04-28 03:21 pm (UTC)