Title: Full Moons and Minor Keys (7/7)
Pairing: William Beckett/Gabe Saporta
Rating: R. ish.
Summary: I’ve always thought William could convert an asexual, a priest, even a motorcycle dyke; and being nothing so extreme myself, I sure as fuck had no hope.
Disclaimer: The keyword in fan fiction is FICTION. Don’t own Bilvy or Gabanti; I respect them very much; just can't help seeing the world through slashy subtext-tinted glasses, and once a story starts writing itself in my head, I have to get it out.
Warnings: BOYSECKZ (warning? more like incentive), plenty of creative swearing, Gabe being all dirty and Gabe-like, flagrant abuse of the '70s handkerchief code, shameless disregard for reality (i.e. girlfriends, etc.).
I totally had my first threesome last night, and it was really fun, so I’m all loopy but let’s see if I can remember my dedications. ;) For mirrorscrack
, for porn and the most awesome use of Bill’s scarves EVER. For my LJ wife, conquer_minds
, for the most gorgeously indulgent elevator sex ever written (Esslin FTW!!!!! :D). And for noteto__self
, for the entirely delicious car sex, mmmmmm. :D And as always, for The Clandestine Collective
, who make me smile every day and never cease to amaze me with their talent and awesomeness (and jokes about the Fic Which Must Not Be Named). GET READY FOR US, FANDOM. :)
I’ve had a fantastic time with this story and I’ve met some absolutely wonderful new friends and along the way. Thank you to everyone who has commented and written me porn and all that good stuff. You guys rock.
There just might be a tiny epilogue coming at some point. ;)
(Oh yeah: and I’m about thirty pages into the sequel.)
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