lundi 3 décembre 2018

The Moon

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And when they kissed she felt all of this nervous energy culminate and escape her body, drifting out like left over regeneration energy. When their lips touched, and Yaz fisted her hair, and she – the Doctor – rubbed her hands up and down her arms, she was in heaven. Or utopia. Or Firdaus. It felt great. The woman she fancied was kissing her! What could be better?

Warning: this includes discourse on the dunkability of custard creams

Words: 4582, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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