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A Diamond is Forever
A/N "“ It goes without saying how much I love my beta readers. They are the very best. More lemons are ahead "“ with a surprise twist. The stalker's identity will be revealed in chapter eight. More author's notes at the end of this chapter.
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Chapter Six "“
Severus stormed through the halls, making his way to the Hospital Wing. He thought he'd made himself perfectly clear last night. She should be in their quarters by nine o'clock. It was now nine oh two and her blatant disregard of his request vexed him.
He had hated leaving her this morning, but knew that she would be sore. Her chestnut hair had covered her face as she slumbered on her stomach. The urge to kneel behind her, grab her hips and slip inside her had almost broken his resolve.
The witch was addictive.
It really was unfortunate that their marriage wasn't permanent. The thought stopped him mid stride.
"Bloody fucking hell," he muttered lowly. Where had that thought come from?
The passion, his libido whispered lustily.
Shaking the absurd thought from his head, Severus started walking again, each step more hesitant than the last. Hermione Granger was no different than the whores of Knockturn Alley.
If he had been looking in a mirror, his reflection would have winced. That statement was harsh "“ even by his usual standards. He'd channeled her raw passion "“ channeled it into something intangible, indescribable. This was something which needed to be explored.
--
Thumbing through the book of healing spells, Hermione paid little mind to the time. Poppy was taking the evening off, which enabled her to catch up on some much needed reading. There weren't any students to attend to. The next Quidditch game was weeks away. Minus this morning, the Hospital Ward was actually quite uneventful.
"Tell me something, Madam Snape." Her husband's sultry voice sounded irritated behind her, causing her to gasp and drop the thick book on the desk. "Do you take pleasure in ignoring my simple requests?"
Hermione looked at the clock and saw that it was a few minutes past nine o'clock. She tried to push her chair back and stand, but Severus was standing too close. Undoubtedly, the bloody git was trying to intimidate her. "Your simple request is unreasonable. As you can see, I am studying."
She could feel his heat against her back as he leaned closer. "I am responsible for your safety," he stated, his inflection a mix between annoyance and something else she wanted to ignore.
"I can take care of myself," she replied, trying to cover up the breathlessness in her voice and failing miserably. "Go to bed."
Shivering as he brushed the hair from the nape of her neck, Hermione held her breath. His lips branded her skin, sending jolts of unadulterated lust straight to her loins. That's all this was "“ lust. Nothing lasting. Nothing that she truly wanted.
"Not without you," Severus retorted before he nipped at her delicate skin.
Instinct dictated she flee, but she was powerless. "Don't be absurd," she managed to croak. "Surely you don't think last night meant anything. It was a fluke"¦a serious lack of j-judgment." Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip to stifle her groan.
Her Slytherin husband continued to toy with the sensitive skin on her neck, which she arched for his attentions. His lips blazed a wet path from neck to jaw, then from jaw to lips. His lips hovered above hers, seemingly waiting for something"¦or someone.
They were upside down, his nose to her chin, her eyes to his Adam's apple. She couldn't see his eyes. She didn't need to. She knew what she would see "“ the gleam of victory as she closed the tiny gap to complete the kiss.
Gentleness was a concept she was glad he was unfamiliar with, she realized, as his tongue plundered the deep cavern of her open lips. Thrusting her tongue against his, she gained the advantage and tasted him, mapping the contours of his mouth and teeth. His hands held her cheeks, deepening the gesture "“ possessing and proving his point.
Finally, the need to breathe broke them apart. Taking what she hoped were deep calming breaths, Hermione forced her chair backwards and tried to stand, but Severus pushed the chair out of the way and turned her around. The press of his body spoke volumes.
"Go-go to bed," she whispered, looking at his swollen, wet lips possessively.
Severus shifted, forcing a knee between her legs and rubbing his thigh against the crux of her thighs. She could feel her robe moving against her legs, but didn't realize until the cool air of the room hit them that the wizard meant to have her.
"Stop." One of her hands fisted in his robe while the other pushed against his chest. Her struggle worked against her, opening her for more of his assault. One of his fingers wiggled under her knickers and dipped into her core. She closed her eyes, damning her own weakness while silently praising his skill.
There she was, pressed wantonly against a large sturdy desk, wiggling her hips and helping her husband remove her underwear. After all, this is what she wanted. He'd said that he would compensate her for marrying him. Why not gain a sexual education under his obviously skilled tutelage?
"Do you really want me to stop, Hermione," he husked against her ear, taking her earlobe gently between his teeth. "Or do you want me to turn you around and bend you over? Do you want me to lift your robe and fuck you?"
Turning in his arms, she leaned forward and braced herself on the desk. She offered herself, unabashedly looking over her shoulder and silently accepting his challenge. She stepped out of her knickers and widened her stance invitingly. Clenching her jaw to keep from begging, Hermione laid her face against the hard wood of the furniture and prayed that she wasn't making a fool of herself. After all, she was practically begging him to fuck her.
Feeling the cool air against her bum as he lifted her robe, she mewled in disappointment when he stepped away. She could hear the rustle of fabric, then jumped as she felt his hands mold the fleshy cheeks of her ass. With the press of his silken rod against the entrance of her passage, she prepared for the pain.
There was none as he slid into the slick canal, completing the union. Shame flamed in her cheeks and she was glad that she could not see the smug expression that was assuredly on his face.
--
Rapture was upon him and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from their conjoined body. His senses would be his undoing. The sight of his cock plunging into her drove him deeper. The shaft glistened with her natural juices. The smell of her acceptance strengthened him. The feel of her constrictive sheath destroyed his control and he tumbled over the edge of reason, releasing his semen.
Youth was a concept lost to him long ago. Silently he cursed his lack of stamina. When she had offered herself, the act had blinded him to anything other than his lust. He could feel her trembling unsatisfied beneath him. He pulled away, tucking his flaccid member into his trousers. As much as he hated to deprive himself of the delectable sight of her arse, he tugged her robe in place and helped her stand.
He could hear the unspent passion in her breathing and see the frustration in the way she scurried away from him. With hooded eyes, he watched as she carried the book that she'd been reading to its place.
"You should go," Hermione stated, her voice quivering as she continued to stare at the bookshelf.
Bending over, Severus scooped up her knickers and pocketed them. He approached her, clasping her shoulders from behind. "Not without you."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and sidestepped his gesture of affection. "Haven't you done enough to humiliate me in one night?" She turned, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Besides, it appears that you're done for the night," she hissed and walked around the cabinet. "Just leave. I'm staying here tonight."
He couldn't ignore the underlying challenge so he took a rash Gryffindor approach toward the situation. Cornering her against the cabinet, he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her toward the fireplace.
"I assure you, wife," he chuffed with effort over her shrieks of protest, "I am not finished with you."
Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, he stepped into the fireplace.
--
Hermione didn't know which was worse "“ her embarrassment or his arrogance. She twisted and turned, hacking and coughing as they exited the Floo in their dungeon quarters. "Put me down!"
"As you wish," he huffed, heaving her onto the bed. He pulled his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at her with a retaliatory gleam in his eyes. "Incarcerous."
As she crawled across the bed, ropes from Severus' wand wrapped around her ankles, causing her to stumble in her escape attempt. Ropes bound her wrists, twisting and turning her so that she had no choice but to flip onto her back. Once on her back, the ropes tightened, pulling her arms above her head and legs apart.
"You lunatic! Let me go this instant!"
Severus grinned, seemingly pleased with his handiwork. "No."
She renewed her struggle, closing her eyes and licking her lips. Not only was she extremely wet between her legs, but this was turning her on even more. This is just bloody wonderful. Not only does he have the power to shag me as he pleases, but I like it! Merlin preserve me!
Opening her eyes, she watched as he undressed. His opaque eyes were clouded with lust. His body was lean with very little hair. What hair he did have was black and patterned along his body, which begged for eyes to travel along that path. Her hungry gaze lingered on his semi-erect shaft nestled in a patch of black hair. She blushed.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he watched her struggle in vain. With two swishes and flicks from his wand, her clothing parted and rolled to either side of her body. The ropes obeyed his silent commands too, one of them loosening to provide enough slack so that she could move her leg.
She should kick him, hurt him before he hurt her. Humiliation is something one should not suffer on a regular basis. Before they divorced, she would seek her revenge. Just as she kicked, Severus caught her ankle and removed her shoe and stocking.
His eyes met hers, the look in them amused, yet smoldering. Severus knelt on the bed and cradled her foot in the palms of his hands. "Even the arch of your foot"¦" he mumbled placing a kiss on the top of her foot.
Her world went dark as she closed her eyes. When moisture surrounded her big toe, she jumped. "Oh, Gods!" she groaned, realizing the erotic potential for foot fetishes. He suckled each toe in turn, the silent promise of fulfillment a mere heartbeat away.
"Surely you realize," he whispered between licks, "that it was never my intention to humiliate you."
Hermione shivered as his hand rubbed circles along the calf of her leg.
"I merely mean to show you pleasure," Severus continued, nipping his way higher along her calf muscle. "To make amends for the other night." His hand traveled higher, his fingers brushing across her silken nest.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she pulled on the magical bindings, trying to ease the ache which had simmered to a rolling boil. "Please," she whimpered, "touch me."
"Where?" he asked, laving the sensitive skin of her hip. "Where would you like me to touch you?"
Arching her back as his fingertips grazed her stomach, she moaned.
"Here?" he murmured at the top of her right thigh, nipping at the ripe flesh. "Or here?" he teased, licking the top of her left thigh.
Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks. "Anywhere! Everywhere! Touch me, please!"
Granting her request, Severus eased his fingers into her sex and pressed his thumb against the jutting nub. She thrust her hips against his hand, ignoring the bite of the magical bindings on her wrists and ankles. Her orgasm overtook her -- a sharp, quick burst of pleasure stole through her body.
She tried to twist away from the pleasure, but her Slytherin lover was unrelenting. With each flick...each stroke, he plucked more bliss from her body than she thought she was capable of. "Please," she panted, half in agony, half in want.
"Anything," he growled, pulling his fingers from her body and kneeling between her legs. The bindings on her ankles dissolved and Severus lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder and rubbing his cock along the swollen lips of her core.
Feeling him enter her once again, Hermione keened. He stilled, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer, and impaling her deeper on his shaft.
"My passionate Gryffindor," Severus sighed, shuddering above her. His dark eyes peered into hers and she felt as though she were falling. His strokes were calculated and deep, reaching places within her she'd only ever read about. She was nearing the precipice, blissfully unaware of the words her husband muttered above her.
Closing her eyes, she surrendered, whispering a shaky "always" to an age-old question, and succumbing to the darkness that surrounded her like a shroud.
--
Pulling his trousers on, Severus glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping witch in his bed. His reflection in the mirror stared at him disapprovingly. "What have you done?"
He pulled his shirt over his head and ignored the man in the mirror.
"You selfish bastard!" his reflection railed angrily. "I can't believe you did it!"
Severus continued to get dressed.
"And what will happen when she leaves? What will happen when she files for divorce and finds it impossible to do so?"
Tugging on his cuffs, Severus continued to ignore the blasted mirror. He had invoked an old magic last night, one that would bind Hermione to him forever. The mirror was right. He was a selfish bastard. He'd acted in haste. But there was something there, something intangible that he recognized on a primitive level.
"You fucking git!" the mirror hissed scathingly.
"Will you be silent," Severus warned softly. "I have to go to Hogsmeade and attended to duties. She'll wake soon. Make sure she does not leave the castle."
"And just how am I supposed to do that?" the mirror huffed indignantly.
"Improvise," Snape snapped, beginning to walk away. "Oh, yes. If you even hint to my wife what has happened, I shall bury you so deep in the bowels of this castle that no one will ever find you."
Moving toward the fireplace, he pinched some Floo powder and went on his way.
His fading reflection tsked at the poor decision the Potions master had made. "That's the problem, isn't it. She isn't really your wife."
*****
A/N "“ Thank yous and props are insufficient to describe my gratitude for the feedback provided by all. I have enjoyed the "guessing who the stalker is" game. It's been a blast. I'm currently working on chapter twelve. There are more twists in the plot than I had anticipated, which I'm hoping is a good thing.
I'm always online in the evening. If you see me on (Looneyluna2000 on AIM), stop by and say hey. Thanks again everybody. I hope you enjoyed this lemon heavy chapter.
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Chapter Six "“
Severus stormed through the halls, making his way to the Hospital Wing. He thought he'd made himself perfectly clear last night. She should be in their quarters by nine o'clock. It was now nine oh two and her blatant disregard of his request vexed him.
He had hated leaving her this morning, but knew that she would be sore. Her chestnut hair had covered her face as she slumbered on her stomach. The urge to kneel behind her, grab her hips and slip inside her had almost broken his resolve.
The witch was addictive.
It really was unfortunate that their marriage wasn't permanent. The thought stopped him mid stride.
"Bloody fucking hell," he muttered lowly. Where had that thought come from?
The passion, his libido whispered lustily.
Shaking the absurd thought from his head, Severus started walking again, each step more hesitant than the last. Hermione Granger was no different than the whores of Knockturn Alley.
If he had been looking in a mirror, his reflection would have winced. That statement was harsh "“ even by his usual standards. He'd channeled her raw passion "“ channeled it into something intangible, indescribable. This was something which needed to be explored.
--
Thumbing through the book of healing spells, Hermione paid little mind to the time. Poppy was taking the evening off, which enabled her to catch up on some much needed reading. There weren't any students to attend to. The next Quidditch game was weeks away. Minus this morning, the Hospital Ward was actually quite uneventful.
"Tell me something, Madam Snape." Her husband's sultry voice sounded irritated behind her, causing her to gasp and drop the thick book on the desk. "Do you take pleasure in ignoring my simple requests?"
Hermione looked at the clock and saw that it was a few minutes past nine o'clock. She tried to push her chair back and stand, but Severus was standing too close. Undoubtedly, the bloody git was trying to intimidate her. "Your simple request is unreasonable. As you can see, I am studying."
She could feel his heat against her back as he leaned closer. "I am responsible for your safety," he stated, his inflection a mix between annoyance and something else she wanted to ignore.
"I can take care of myself," she replied, trying to cover up the breathlessness in her voice and failing miserably. "Go to bed."
Shivering as he brushed the hair from the nape of her neck, Hermione held her breath. His lips branded her skin, sending jolts of unadulterated lust straight to her loins. That's all this was "“ lust. Nothing lasting. Nothing that she truly wanted.
"Not without you," Severus retorted before he nipped at her delicate skin.
Instinct dictated she flee, but she was powerless. "Don't be absurd," she managed to croak. "Surely you don't think last night meant anything. It was a fluke"¦a serious lack of j-judgment." Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip to stifle her groan.
Her Slytherin husband continued to toy with the sensitive skin on her neck, which she arched for his attentions. His lips blazed a wet path from neck to jaw, then from jaw to lips. His lips hovered above hers, seemingly waiting for something"¦or someone.
They were upside down, his nose to her chin, her eyes to his Adam's apple. She couldn't see his eyes. She didn't need to. She knew what she would see "“ the gleam of victory as she closed the tiny gap to complete the kiss.
Gentleness was a concept she was glad he was unfamiliar with, she realized, as his tongue plundered the deep cavern of her open lips. Thrusting her tongue against his, she gained the advantage and tasted him, mapping the contours of his mouth and teeth. His hands held her cheeks, deepening the gesture "“ possessing and proving his point.
Finally, the need to breathe broke them apart. Taking what she hoped were deep calming breaths, Hermione forced her chair backwards and tried to stand, but Severus pushed the chair out of the way and turned her around. The press of his body spoke volumes.
"Go-go to bed," she whispered, looking at his swollen, wet lips possessively.
Severus shifted, forcing a knee between her legs and rubbing his thigh against the crux of her thighs. She could feel her robe moving against her legs, but didn't realize until the cool air of the room hit them that the wizard meant to have her.
"Stop." One of her hands fisted in his robe while the other pushed against his chest. Her struggle worked against her, opening her for more of his assault. One of his fingers wiggled under her knickers and dipped into her core. She closed her eyes, damning her own weakness while silently praising his skill.
There she was, pressed wantonly against a large sturdy desk, wiggling her hips and helping her husband remove her underwear. After all, this is what she wanted. He'd said that he would compensate her for marrying him. Why not gain a sexual education under his obviously skilled tutelage?
"Do you really want me to stop, Hermione," he husked against her ear, taking her earlobe gently between his teeth. "Or do you want me to turn you around and bend you over? Do you want me to lift your robe and fuck you?"
Turning in his arms, she leaned forward and braced herself on the desk. She offered herself, unabashedly looking over her shoulder and silently accepting his challenge. She stepped out of her knickers and widened her stance invitingly. Clenching her jaw to keep from begging, Hermione laid her face against the hard wood of the furniture and prayed that she wasn't making a fool of herself. After all, she was practically begging him to fuck her.
Feeling the cool air against her bum as he lifted her robe, she mewled in disappointment when he stepped away. She could hear the rustle of fabric, then jumped as she felt his hands mold the fleshy cheeks of her ass. With the press of his silken rod against the entrance of her passage, she prepared for the pain.
There was none as he slid into the slick canal, completing the union. Shame flamed in her cheeks and she was glad that she could not see the smug expression that was assuredly on his face.
--
Rapture was upon him and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from their conjoined body. His senses would be his undoing. The sight of his cock plunging into her drove him deeper. The shaft glistened with her natural juices. The smell of her acceptance strengthened him. The feel of her constrictive sheath destroyed his control and he tumbled over the edge of reason, releasing his semen.
Youth was a concept lost to him long ago. Silently he cursed his lack of stamina. When she had offered herself, the act had blinded him to anything other than his lust. He could feel her trembling unsatisfied beneath him. He pulled away, tucking his flaccid member into his trousers. As much as he hated to deprive himself of the delectable sight of her arse, he tugged her robe in place and helped her stand.
He could hear the unspent passion in her breathing and see the frustration in the way she scurried away from him. With hooded eyes, he watched as she carried the book that she'd been reading to its place.
"You should go," Hermione stated, her voice quivering as she continued to stare at the bookshelf.
Bending over, Severus scooped up her knickers and pocketed them. He approached her, clasping her shoulders from behind. "Not without you."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and sidestepped his gesture of affection. "Haven't you done enough to humiliate me in one night?" She turned, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Besides, it appears that you're done for the night," she hissed and walked around the cabinet. "Just leave. I'm staying here tonight."
He couldn't ignore the underlying challenge so he took a rash Gryffindor approach toward the situation. Cornering her against the cabinet, he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her toward the fireplace.
"I assure you, wife," he chuffed with effort over her shrieks of protest, "I am not finished with you."
Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, he stepped into the fireplace.
--
Hermione didn't know which was worse "“ her embarrassment or his arrogance. She twisted and turned, hacking and coughing as they exited the Floo in their dungeon quarters. "Put me down!"
"As you wish," he huffed, heaving her onto the bed. He pulled his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at her with a retaliatory gleam in his eyes. "Incarcerous."
As she crawled across the bed, ropes from Severus' wand wrapped around her ankles, causing her to stumble in her escape attempt. Ropes bound her wrists, twisting and turning her so that she had no choice but to flip onto her back. Once on her back, the ropes tightened, pulling her arms above her head and legs apart.
"You lunatic! Let me go this instant!"
Severus grinned, seemingly pleased with his handiwork. "No."
She renewed her struggle, closing her eyes and licking her lips. Not only was she extremely wet between her legs, but this was turning her on even more. This is just bloody wonderful. Not only does he have the power to shag me as he pleases, but I like it! Merlin preserve me!
Opening her eyes, she watched as he undressed. His opaque eyes were clouded with lust. His body was lean with very little hair. What hair he did have was black and patterned along his body, which begged for eyes to travel along that path. Her hungry gaze lingered on his semi-erect shaft nestled in a patch of black hair. She blushed.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he watched her struggle in vain. With two swishes and flicks from his wand, her clothing parted and rolled to either side of her body. The ropes obeyed his silent commands too, one of them loosening to provide enough slack so that she could move her leg.
She should kick him, hurt him before he hurt her. Humiliation is something one should not suffer on a regular basis. Before they divorced, she would seek her revenge. Just as she kicked, Severus caught her ankle and removed her shoe and stocking.
His eyes met hers, the look in them amused, yet smoldering. Severus knelt on the bed and cradled her foot in the palms of his hands. "Even the arch of your foot"¦" he mumbled placing a kiss on the top of her foot.
Her world went dark as she closed her eyes. When moisture surrounded her big toe, she jumped. "Oh, Gods!" she groaned, realizing the erotic potential for foot fetishes. He suckled each toe in turn, the silent promise of fulfillment a mere heartbeat away.
"Surely you realize," he whispered between licks, "that it was never my intention to humiliate you."
Hermione shivered as his hand rubbed circles along the calf of her leg.
"I merely mean to show you pleasure," Severus continued, nipping his way higher along her calf muscle. "To make amends for the other night." His hand traveled higher, his fingers brushing across her silken nest.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she pulled on the magical bindings, trying to ease the ache which had simmered to a rolling boil. "Please," she whimpered, "touch me."
"Where?" he asked, laving the sensitive skin of her hip. "Where would you like me to touch you?"
Arching her back as his fingertips grazed her stomach, she moaned.
"Here?" he murmured at the top of her right thigh, nipping at the ripe flesh. "Or here?" he teased, licking the top of her left thigh.
Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks. "Anywhere! Everywhere! Touch me, please!"
Granting her request, Severus eased his fingers into her sex and pressed his thumb against the jutting nub. She thrust her hips against his hand, ignoring the bite of the magical bindings on her wrists and ankles. Her orgasm overtook her -- a sharp, quick burst of pleasure stole through her body.
She tried to twist away from the pleasure, but her Slytherin lover was unrelenting. With each flick...each stroke, he plucked more bliss from her body than she thought she was capable of. "Please," she panted, half in agony, half in want.
"Anything," he growled, pulling his fingers from her body and kneeling between her legs. The bindings on her ankles dissolved and Severus lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder and rubbing his cock along the swollen lips of her core.
Feeling him enter her once again, Hermione keened. He stilled, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer, and impaling her deeper on his shaft.
"My passionate Gryffindor," Severus sighed, shuddering above her. His dark eyes peered into hers and she felt as though she were falling. His strokes were calculated and deep, reaching places within her she'd only ever read about. She was nearing the precipice, blissfully unaware of the words her husband muttered above her.
Closing her eyes, she surrendered, whispering a shaky "always" to an age-old question, and succumbing to the darkness that surrounded her like a shroud.
--
Pulling his trousers on, Severus glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping witch in his bed. His reflection in the mirror stared at him disapprovingly. "What have you done?"
He pulled his shirt over his head and ignored the man in the mirror.
"You selfish bastard!" his reflection railed angrily. "I can't believe you did it!"
Severus continued to get dressed.
"And what will happen when she leaves? What will happen when she files for divorce and finds it impossible to do so?"
Tugging on his cuffs, Severus continued to ignore the blasted mirror. He had invoked an old magic last night, one that would bind Hermione to him forever. The mirror was right. He was a selfish bastard. He'd acted in haste. But there was something there, something intangible that he recognized on a primitive level.
"You fucking git!" the mirror hissed scathingly.
"Will you be silent," Severus warned softly. "I have to go to Hogsmeade and attended to duties. She'll wake soon. Make sure she does not leave the castle."
"And just how am I supposed to do that?" the mirror huffed indignantly.
"Improvise," Snape snapped, beginning to walk away. "Oh, yes. If you even hint to my wife what has happened, I shall bury you so deep in the bowels of this castle that no one will ever find you."
Moving toward the fireplace, he pinched some Floo powder and went on his way.
His fading reflection tsked at the poor decision the Potions master had made. "That's the problem, isn't it. She isn't really your wife."
*****
A/N "“ Thank yous and props are insufficient to describe my gratitude for the feedback provided by all. I have enjoyed the "guessing who the stalker is" game. It's been a blast. I'm currently working on chapter twelve. There are more twists in the plot than I had anticipated, which I'm hoping is a good thing.
I'm always online in the evening. If you see me on (Looneyluna2000 on AIM), stop by and say hey. Thanks again everybody. I hope you enjoyed this lemon heavy chapter.