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Okay, so my epic J2 fic is kind of slow going. No, wait. That's not true - I finished the first draft over a month ago, actually. But the rewrites are slow-going (or, well, possibly not happening at all at the moment), and I really just want to post something at this point.

So here's a femslash one-shot I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] meiou_set a few weeks ago. See, you even make me write femslash. I don't know what kind of power you have over me.

Title is from The Smiths' "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out", which I find a little pathetic myself. At least it's not Abba's "Knowing Me, Knowing You".

Title: Take Me Home Tonight
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Uhura/Gaila
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “Don’t,” she says, voice going dark. “You wanna go there. Come on, let’s go there.”
Word Count: ~4,000
Warnings: none

Take Me Home Tonight

The air is thick and heavy with the heat and sweat of too many bodies. Along the bar and around the small round tables, Starfleet cadets of all ages, races, and levels of inebriation are pushed together. Bodies are thrust against each other by other bodies. Hands on hips and thighs, on cocktail glasses and beer bottles, mouths pressed to ears, shouting over the noise.

Uhura picks up another one of the shot glasses in front of her, and the color changes from blue to amber. She drinks it in one big gulp, shakes her head with the sensation of alcohol burning down her throat, and laughs at Gaila: “I still can’t believe you flirted your way into a whole tray of these.”

“Why not? Bar guy might actually get lucky tonight, you know. I do think he’s kind of cute,” her friend replies, as she wraps a strand of long red hair around her finger and bats her eyelashes.

“Gaila,” Uhura almost shrieks and swats her arm lightly, “but not in our dorm room – again. Okay?” Why she’s still a little shocked after living with Gaila for so long, she doesn’t know.

“Come on: last day of the academic year, freaking meds party. I’ll be so smashed, I’ll get it on in whatever bed we’ll be able to find.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and while Uhura doesn’t approve – not at all –, she has to grin in spite of herself. Gaila’s always so open and carefree about these things – unlike her. And unlike her, she would never say ‘these things’ when she meant sex. Gaila likes calling things by their name.

Gaila’s not wrong, either. The meds party is not only a tradition, it’s a legend. Once a year, after finals, all cadets with an MD throw the biggest bash this side of the Atlantic. There are dozens of stories and theories as to how it all started and why it’s always the MDs. The only thing that seems certain, though, is that it started with the very first academy class. At least that’s what the old, battered banner put up proudly across the room tries to sell: „Starfleet MDs: Experts in substance abuse since 2161“.

Uhura tries not to let herself be distracted by her own thoughts, but the alcohol makes it kind of hard. It’s a serious matter she has to deal with, though, so she composes herself. She’s been meaning to have this conversation for a while, and Gaila is two shots ahead of her already. If she wants to deal with this before summer break, it has to be right now.

“Funny how you always seem to find the bed in our room,” she says, good-natured, yet serious. “Next year will be our final year, Gaila. I really need a more regular sleeping schedule. Especially with the extra courses I’m planning to take. And you know how important my grades are to me.” She presses her lips together. “I need to be the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Gaila mocks, “Graduate top of the class, pick your assignment – flagship, of course – and boldly go where no-one’s gone before.”

Her mocking is in good humor, Uhura knows. In spite of appearances, Gaila’s academic record is flawless. Even when she’s been out partying all night, she never misses a class or flunks a test. She tries to hide it from her fellow cadets under that slightly ditzy party girl demeanor, but the instructors know. There’s a reason she’s the only student working on the Kobayashi Maru simulation, working on Spock’s team.

“Gaila?”

Her friend touches her arm. “Tell you what: We’ll party tonight, no holds barred. You’ll give me a free pass till tomorrow night, sleep in the library or in someone else’s bed, I don’t care. And I promise I’ll be better next year.”

“Better? How exactly?”

She considers her answer for a moment. “I’ll only bring someone home when there are no classes the next day, I promise.”

Uhura takes another two shot glasses from the tray, one turning red and one orange, and hands the red one to her friend. “Let’s drink to that.”

--

A few hours later, they’re laughing and dancing and completely wasted. They’ve been on the dance floor most of the night, flirting, swaying and having a great time.

Their skin is flushed and damp, and Gaila has her arms around Uhura’s neck.

Her limbs feel heavy and light at the same time, her own hands resting on Gaila’s hips. They’ve shed the last of their many admirers a long time ago, when Gaila sent the bartender away, pulling Uhura closer instead. It’s just them, moving and laughing and really kind of close.

Somehow, Gaila’s mouth is next to her ear, almost touching, and she can feel the heat of her breath even in the overheated room. It feels different, makes something in her coil, makes her lean in closer still.

It’s like there’s only them.

Suddenly, Uhura realizes that, instead of going all out on her final night of ‘partying with no holds barred’, Gaila is spending that last night at the academy with her. Just her.

All those other cadets who tried to flirt with her, ogle her, steal her away; who can only guess how smooth her skin is, how good she smells, how enticing the soft press of her breast would feel against them – and Gaila chose her. It makes a puzzling jolt of satisfaction run all the way through her, tingling in all the good places, the right places.

“Finally catching on, are you?” Gaila asks, laughter in her voice – and slowly, deliberately, she licks along the shell of Uhura’s ear. It’s completely unexpected, but it only intensifies that tingling feeling. It must be the alcohol. Must be.

When she tries to pull away, ready to make a drunken dorky face and laugh it off, Gaila just holds her tighter. Body against body. Mouth against skin.

“Don’t,” she says, voice going dark. “You wanna go there. Come on, let’s go there,” she murmurs, coaxes, her lips moving lightly over Uhura’s ear, making a strange kind of electricity crackle through her system. And, clearly, she’s very, very drunk because she doesn’t protest, although she’s not … she doesn’t …

She just needs to sober up a little, get away, clear her head.

“I’m not …” she starts, trying to pull away again uselessly. Her effort seems less than half-hearted even to herself. Surely, that’s the alcohol, too.

“You’re not …” there’s a mocking note in Gaila’s voice, and it shouldn’t feel like this, like something tight and hot in Uhura’s belly, when that voice slides deeper, “interested?”

Gaila pushes herself up against Uhura, breasts rubbing against hers, making her aware of how flimsy both their dresses are, making her aware that her nipples are hard already and tender. “I’m a quarter Betazoid, remember? I know.”

She breathes the last words against Uhura’s ear, just lets them hang between them, build in meaning. She knows.

Then she pulls away a little, her gaze locking with Uhura’s, lips slightly parted, chest heaving against hers, almost imperceptible rub. Her eyes are like embers, dark and glimmering and hypnotic.

With no conscious decision, Uhura dips her head, moves in – and then they kiss.

Gaila’s lips are softer, fuller, than any Uhura’s ever kissed before. Her mouth more open, yielding, more inviting. She sucks on Gaila’s bottom lip, while her fingers slip over the silky fabric of her dress, seeking out the bare skin on Gaila’s back. She lets her tongue slip back and forth, feeling the texture, the soft ridges, tasting the alcohol and the fruity sweetness of Gaila’s last drink. She bites, she sucks. She takes her time.

She’s drunk and sweaty and in the middle of the dance floor kissing her roommate, possibly her best friend. And she’s so turned on that, for once, she can’t even consider the circumstances. Can’t think about the consequences or the reasons, the whys and hows and why-nots. She just wants.

Wants to lose herself in the way Gaila kisses her back, in the way she nibbles at her lips, licks into her mouth, in the way she presses herself against Uhura, one hand on her thigh, the other on her neck. She wants this to go on and on until their lips are raw and their throats dry. Wants the loud, hot thrum of her blood drowning out everything, everyone.

Gaila pulls away suddenly, but before Uhura can protest, she’s already being lead by her hand, away from the dance floor. “Let’s get out of here,” Gaila smiles, almost leers, with an expression that’s equal parts goofy and sexy and drunk.

They leave the bar quickly, the cool and crisp of the night hitting them, heads swimming with the sharp contrast to the muggy air in the club. Uhura steers them towards the dorms, but as soon as they reach the tech building, Gaila drags her to the side entrance. She uses the thumb scanner and her student assistant privileges to let them in after hours.

Before the door’s even completely closed behind them, Gaila already pulls her into a nook with a huge window, pecking her on the lips lightly. When she tries to deepen the kiss, Gaila moves her head away, though, and giggles into her neck, “’S better here. My roommate doesn’t like it if I bring someone home.”

Uhura has to laugh at that, too – a little dumb, a little drunk – but before she can get out more than a not-really-indignant “Hey,” Gaila swipes her mouth wetly over hers and whispers against her lips, “Plus: I couldn’t possibly wait longer to taste you.”

Her meaning’s so clear, and Uhura draws a sharp breath, “God. Gaila.”

Gaila presses her forehead against hers, head moving as if to dive in for another kiss, but then pulling away again, hands sliding from her hips down her thighs. “Do you like that? Do you like that I want to eat you out? That I want to know what your pussy tastes like?”

And, fuck, it’s so hot, electric, to just have Gaila say it like that, announce it like that, make her anticipate it like that.

“Yeah,” she exhales more than she says it, and feels Gaila smile against her lips.

Gaila’s fingers skim up her thighs, under her dress this time. One deft hand moves up quickly and finds the waistband of her panties, slipping in. She cups Uhura for a moment, squeezing lightly, soft pressure making her push into Gaila’s hand.

God, that’s good. It’s been so long, too long, and Gaila’s hand feels just right: slender fingers, perfect pressure; her mouth soft but heavy on hers, swallowing her moans.

It’s surreal, almost. She’s drunk and horny and pressed against a picture window, and she can’t even care. It must be the alcohol loosening her up, but even the idea of someone seeing, of getting caught, just adds to the buzz beneath her skin.

Gaila’s fingertips travel up over her pussy slowly, and a finger teases between her folds, dragging easily through the slick heat. Not quite where she wants it, but close.

Gaila brings her hand up, close to her mouth. There’s moonlight streaming in and Uhura can see the finger glisten. Gaila’s lips close around her own finger, sucking languidly as her eyes slide shut.

She takes her time, making a cut-off little noise, as if she loves the taste, as if she can’t get enough.

It makes Uhura’s head spin, makes her dive in, kiss Gaila rough and messy, so her lips let go of the finger, and Uhura can eat her own taste from Gaila’s mouth.

Soon, Gaila’s hands are slipping Uhura’s dress from her shoulders, and she bites her way down her throat. Her mouth skims over the thin cotton of her bra, and Gaila closes it around one nipple, lapping over it, getting the fabric all wet.

Her nipple grows tighter, so hard it’s almost too much, and her mouth goes dry. There’s that hot twist deep down low. It makes her hands clamp down on Gaila’s head, tangling in her beautiful hair – half pulling her closer, half wanting to push her down.

Fuck, just looking down, seeing Gaila kneel in front of her, seeing her mouth move, feeling what it does, seeing how intent she is, focusing solely on Uhura – she looks amazing, gorgeous.

Why didn’t she see it sooner? What took her so long?

Gaila looks up for a moment, eyes deep and dark, look knowing, and she pulls Uhura’s panties down.

She steps out of them willingly, eagerly.

Gaila goes slow, though, paying no mind to the way she juts her hips forward, to the way she spreads her legs. Instead, there’s teasing, tingling butterfly kisses and soft licks all over her stomach. There are hands massaging her ass, keeping her in place. There’s filthy praise murmured against her skin.

She feels herself clench involuntarily, feels the wetness pooling as her body lights up.

“Please,” she groans, “please.”

This time, Gaila doesn’t tease. Instead, she licks inside her pussy with one long, smooth stroke of her tongue.

“So good,” she whispers, breath cool against hot wetness, making Uhura shiver. She licks in again, deeper this time, tongue pushing against the entrance. Gaila’s hands slip from Uhura’s ass to her hips, tilting her body a little, holding her just so.

And then, she laps further up, short strokes of her tongue until she reaches Uhura’s clit.

Fuck. The way she swipes the flat of her tongue across it, the way she pushes the tip of it in under the hood and swirls it around. The rougher texture of her tongue, the heat and friction and pressure against Uhura’s flesh – it’s so exciting, so hot.

She doesn’t even notice her one hand digging deeper into the back of Gaila’s head, even as her other hand moves up to catch her own nipple between two fingers, tweaking it. Slight pain a delicious counterpoint to how Gaila eats her out.

Her breath is so heavy, coming out in gasps and small cries, and she’s so goddamn wet, even as Gaila keeps licking and sucking and moaning how good she tastes, how hot she is, how much she’s wanted this.

It turns her on more, makes her louder, gets her closer.

And then Gaila pulls her mouth away and stands back up. Roughly, she pulls Uhura close, mashing her mouth against Uhura’s, making their teeth click and their tongues tangle as she pushes Uhura’s own taste into her mouth.

“You’re fucking delectable. Even better than I thought,” she mutters, not bothering to separate her lips from Uhura’s.

She’s rubbing against Gaila, spread legs bracketing one thigh, getting the fabric of Gaila’s dress all wet, all messy.

“Why are you still dressed?” she pants out, eager to feel Gaila skin on skin.

“You want to get me all naked? Finally feel, not just look?” Gaila’s voice is somewhere between roughed up and teasing, and it messes with Uhura’s head so much, she almost doesn’t ask.

“Finally?”

“Come on,” Gaila replies, biting into her earlobe playfully, even as her voice grows darker.

“How often did you come home earlier than you told me?” Her thigh pushes firmly between Uhura’s legs.

“How often did you forget that a meeting was postponed or cancelled?” Her hands grab Uhura’s ass and grind it down against her, making her gasp.

“How often did you pause before our room, thinking I wasn’t alone, and then going in anyway?” She locks eyes with her, gaze so intense, seeing right through her, seeing what she didn’t really see herself.

“I know,” Gaila says, raspy and sexy, “I could feel it. I could feel how excited you were, how turned on. And I could feel you stomp the emotion out every time.”

Her first instinct is to deny it, to tell Gaila she’s wrong. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the mood, maybe it’s the situation, but her defense mechanism doesn’t kick in as quickly this time. Instead, there are flashes of past scenes in front of her eyes, shreds of memories in her mind.

So many times she did come home earlier than she had said. So many times she only caught Gaila because she had messed up her own schedule. So many times she did suspect there was something going on and went into their room without knocking anyway.

Oh God, Gaila is right.

She did … she was … all this time.

That hot bolt she knows so well, the one she feels every time she catches Gaila with someone, the one she always identifies as annoyance and tries to dismiss – it’s something else. Has maybe always been something else.

She feels exposed, so exposed. If it weren’t for the alcohol, she would be embarrassed, ashamed, but as it is, all she can concentrate on is the rough sexiness in Gaila’s voice, the way this runs deeper than she knew herself.

“Peeping Tom,” Gaila smiles, teases, “always trying to catch me naked.” She unzips her own dress and lets it slide to the floor. She doesn’t wear a bra, and her breasts are so round and supple and beautiful – just like Uhura remembers. Only this time, she gets to touch.

She cups one breast in each hand, palm not able to hold all, flesh so soft and firm and yielding. Gaila inhales sharply, pressing into her hands a little.

“So good, Nyota. I knew you’d be so good,” she moans out, “I knew it from the dreams you had every time you caught me. Always so fucking hot, almost came just from sensing your emotions while you slept.”

God, she thinks, this should be so embarrassing, it really should be. To not share these things with Gaila, but learn them from her – and to instinctively know that it’s all true.

But there’s only Gaila and her gorgeous body and her dirty words and the way they want each other. No way of stopping it now that the current is running high, connecting them.

Quickly, they get rid of their remaining clothes, until they’re pressed against each other, hot, sweaty skin touching and rubbing and so fucking good.

They kiss again, slow becoming fast, tentative becoming urgent, tender becoming rough, and she slides her leg between Gaila’s thighs. She can feel wetness there, can feel it cling to her own skin, and it winds her up higher, makes her want to go down and taste Gaila’s arousal, just like she tasted hers.

When she tries to, though, Gaila’s hands keep her in place. “No. I wanted this too long.” She kisses her deep, insistent. “Let me do this my way.”

She doesn’t really know what my way means, but she simply nods. Everything Gaila has done tonight has been amazing, has felt amazing – she wants to find out.

Gaila’s mouth presses against hers again, tongue licking inside, teeth teasing, lips sucking, and Uhura feels fingertips trail along her hips and down between her thighs. God, yes.

Gaila’s finger rubs over her clit, drawing a moan.

Suddenly, she uses her other hand to push Uhura back, back against the glass of the picture window. Uhura arches away from the cool surface instinctively, even as she moans louder.

She’s up against that window now. Pinned, exposed to the outside – and she can’t care because of how Gaila kisses her, forceful and needy, because of how she slides two fingers inside of her at once, because of how she pushes up easily into her slick, warm hole.

It’s rough and fast, movement of Gaila’s hand shoving her up against the glass, making her sweaty back cling to it. Small squeaking sound on every up and down. It’s all the same to her.

She wants this. So bad. Loves that it’s Gaila’s fingers driving inside of her, that it’s Gaila’s body trapping her against the glass, that it’s Gaila’s mouth never letting up, even as the breaths they share are drawn heavier on each turn, chests heaving, panting into each other.

Gaila begins scissoring her fingers, testing the stretch, the give, making her gasp away from the kiss.

“You’re so hot like this, Nyota,” she murmurs, fingers still stretching, but slowing down, going back to teasing. “So needy for me, ready for more.” She scrapes her teeth over Uhura’s mouth quickly, then goes on in that throaty voice: “I love how much you want this. It makes me fucking crazy, feeling how turned on you are.”

Her smile is all kinds of dark and promising, and she deliberately rubs her breasts, her nipples, against Uhura’s, even as her fingers stand almost still. “Like a fucking feedback loop, picking up more static each time. It almost makes me come, just feeling you.”

“Please,” Uhura hears herself whimper. She’s clutching at Gaila’s back, rubbing against her breasts, pushing herself onto her fingers; wanting more, wanting it deeper and harder and oh so good. Knowing that Gaila can give it to her.

Gaila’s one hand clamps down on her hip, holding her still. “Please … what?”

And god, Uhura’s done playing. She’s beyond pride at this point, but her voice is firm, eyes fixing Gaila’s: “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard, I’ll still feel it when I’m on my shuttle back home tomorrow. Fuck me so I’ll remember.”

Without preamble, Gaila pushes a third finger in and begins thrusting into her; powerful, but still slow. It’s good, the light stretch, the ever-so-slight burn and she feels herself clench around Gaila, feels the urge to draw her in deeper.

“Faster,” she groans. Gaila speeds up. Her thumb juts out and presses against Uhura’s clit, uncoordinated and messy and unpredictable, sending those tiny electric charges through her on every rub.

She’s so aware, so aware of everything: of the glass beneath her, the cling and catch of their sweaty bodies, the way their hard nipples are pushed together, the sounds they’re making, both: too harsh, too loud, almost unreal in the empty academy building.

It’s so good, so hot, and yet she wants more: “Harder, please.”

Gaila’s mouth slips from hers, face dipping into the crook of her neck and then she bites down as her thrusts get even faster, almost violent. “You’re so fucking hot, Nyota. So slick and wanton for me. You’re gonna come for me, too; better than you ever have.” She pushes against Uhura with her whole body now, fingers curled slightly as she shoves in so hard there’s a burn, even with how wet she is.

Uhura can’t help it; she hooks one leg around Gaila’s hip, pulling and pushing and feeding into the relentless rhythm Gaila is setting.

Gaila’s hand is sliding up from her hip to her breast, and her mouth is on hers again, more biting than kissing. She catches the nipple, twisting it – hard – right when she pushes with just an extra grain of force, just an extra twist of her wrist, just an extra bit of different. Different enough to make Uhura fall apart, to make them fall apart.

It’s a long, hot ripple tearing all through her body, making her moan deep down in her throat, all real and animal and new.

It’s like it doesn’t stop with her, doesn’t stop at the border of her skin. Like it rips straight through to Gaila, grasping her and shaking her as she gives the roughest, hottest cry Uhura’s ever heard.

Uhura gasps and jerks, aftershocks making her push onto Gaila’s fingers, Gaila rutting back against her, until, finally, they both grow still, breathing labouredly. Gaila’s hand slips from Uhura and her body is leaning heavy against her, mouth still hot against Uhura’s neck.

When both their breathing has evened out, Gaila pulls away a little, stroking a damp strand of hair from Uhura’s face.

Her expression is sated and fond, and Uhura’s thankful that Gaila’s able to sense her emotions. After this, there doesn’t need to be a talk on the status of their relationship, on whether this was a one-time thing or even a mistake. All there needs to be is sleep.

She brings her hand up to Gaila’s cheek, smoothing some wild curls back and smiles.

“You know what?” she says. “Fuck your roommate. Let’s get dressed; I’m taking you home tonight.”

Date: 2009-12-07 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daniela-lynx.livejournal.com
This, my dear lady, it's the hottest femmeslash piece I've ever read. And that's not a compliment I hand out lightly.

Excuse the brevity, but... yeah. The rest of my comment would've been pure keysmash. Wonderful. *fans self* :'D

Date: 2009-12-07 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. This is the first femslash I've every written, so it's especially great to hear it worked for you.

Don't worry about the brevity - implied keysmash is still keysmash in my book XD

Date: 2009-12-07 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com
That was so incredibly gorgeous. Mmmm. Nyota's reticence aand desire, Gaila's forthright lusciousness. What a lovely Academy Days fic.

Date: 2009-12-07 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
So glad you liked it. Thank you!

Date: 2009-12-07 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mijan.livejournal.com
Holy fuck, that's one of the hottest things I've ever read. Oh my.

*fans self*

Date: 2009-12-07 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks so much!

Also: complete icon win.

Date: 2009-12-07 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mijan.livejournal.com
Heee... thank YOU for writing that amazingly hot fic. I don't read a lot of porn, and I don't read much femmeslash at all because usually it's done poorly and I don't like the characters, but THIS... I'm still... whoa.

Date: 2009-12-07 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nemo-r.livejournal.com
WOW!

That was...really, really hot.

My mind has..um...migrated downwards...

Date: 2009-12-07 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Glad you enjoyed :)

Thanks for your comment.

Date: 2009-12-07 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withthepilot.livejournal.com
Hot damn. We need more G/U like this around these parts. Blistering!

Date: 2009-12-07 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks a lot!

Date: 2009-12-07 10:45 pm (UTC)
jane_potter: (unf on a console)
From: [personal profile] jane_potter
I... *flustered*

I do believe that is the only thing I've ever read that's actually gotten me wet. And me, my unashamedly-logged-in-on-kink-memes self? I really considered going anon for this comment. Because. I. Um.

UNF.

*wanders away dazedly*

Date: 2009-12-08 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Glad to be of service :)

Thank you for your comment!

Date: 2009-12-08 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soixante-quinze.livejournal.com
Fantastic! These two are totally hot together.

Well written girlslash in this fandom is harder to find than one might imagine. This is a gem. Well done!

Date: 2009-12-08 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks so much!

Date: 2009-12-10 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meiou-set.livejournal.com
Told you this was amazing! I'm so happy you posted it! I don't know what power I have over you either BUT I WANT TO KEEP HAVING IT.

Date: 2009-12-11 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks for the inspiration and encouragement! YOU KNOW YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A STRANGE HOLD OVER ME, BB.

Date: 2009-12-13 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ranka-lee.livejournal.com
That was so hot! I love the way you wrote Gaila~~

Date: 2009-12-13 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thanks so much.

I have a lot of love for Gaila, so I'm glad that came through.

Date: 2010-02-05 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 1bill-sookie.livejournal.com
holy crap this's hot. any of you wouldn't happen to know of a U/G LJ community would you?

Date: 2010-02-05 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangeallure.livejournal.com
Thank you!

And there's no comm I know of, but [livejournal.com profile] teamgaila has a couple more fics, I think.

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