![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
springflingmod.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
spn_springflingTitle: Fold 'em, hit 'em, raise 'em up
Pairing: Dean/Castiel/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Any warnings: Threesome, incest, rimming
Written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dazedrose for sobota!
"Are you ready to have your ass handed to you, Dean?" Sam smirked at his brother across the table. Dean had been teaching Cas how to play poker, and now he wanted to see what Cas had learned.
As the hands were dealt and played, the bets fought and won, and the alcohol flowed freely, the members of Team Free Will began to relax. The Winchester brothers got louder and Cas fell into an easy banter with the other men.
Dean watched Cas' forehead crunch up in concentration and wondered, not for the first time, how Cas would look with a different expression on his face.
Cas placed all the money he had left into the middle of the table. "I wish to call."
Dean smiled, looking at his own hand. "You sure, Cas? We’re gonna have to find something else to bet with if you lose."
Sam noticed Dean and Cas doing their patent eye sexing, which gave him a nice warm feelings inside. Even though he sometimes felt jealous of their close relationship, it was times like these that Sam was just happy to be together with them safe. Sam laughed as both men play their hands only to see Dean win. Sam looked at Cas and saw a very relaxed smirk on his face. Sam knew that Cas had been faking his hands, and letting Dean win.
"What do you suggest I use now, Dean?"
Dean thought hard, the liquor taking away most of his inhibitions. He smirked. "I think we should forget the money and play strip poker."
Sam's eyebrow seemed to disappear into his hairline. He knew how Dean gets when he has been drinking, with many of their own sexual encounters been fueled by alcohol. What he didn't know was Dean wanting to put his desire for the angel into action.
Cas smiled, feeling his angelic inhibitions melt away. He had always desired Dean, of course, loving him from the very start, but never had he thought that Dean could return his feelings.
"New rules: best hand wins an item of clothing from their player of choice. Losers drink a shot. Agreed?"
Both Sam and Cas smile and nod.
Dean dealt a new hand, and when he saw which cards he got, he was sure he’d win. As he threw down a card for a new one, he thought about who’d be his first target. Thoughts of being able to slowly undress Cas were making his blood sing.
With the new card he dealt himself, Dean was staring down a 3 and 2 of a kind, jacks high. Too easy.
"Okay, show your cards" Dean said while flipping his over. Sam had only two pairs and he sighed and took a shot.
Dean looked to Cas' cards not expecting to see the four queens in his hand. Dean gasped and looked into Cas' eyes. He could tell that Cas was happy with the turn of events. "I believe I get to take a piece of your clothing, Dean."
Dean smirked "Sure, Cas." He stood up, making a show out of taking his button-up off. He threw it over his shoulder and sat back down and took the shot before him. He gathered the cards back up and dealt them again. As time went on he won and lost hands, losing and taking his fair share of clothes till they were all sitting at the table in their underwear. By now, both he and Sam were shitfaced and Cas looked like the angelic equivalent. Both other men had gravitated towards Dean, and now had trouble keeping their hands off him. Feeling extremely bold, Dean dealt one last hand.
"Last hand. Winner takes all." Dean smirked, "He gets whatever he wants. Deal?" Dean looked between his brother and his angel. He knew exactly what he wanted.
Sam and Cas shared a look, and, while not as heated as the looks they have been sharing with Dean, it still set Dean's blood on fire. "Agreed," they both said.
Dean looked at the cards and saw only two pair, the highest being 7s. He threw out the odd card, and waited for the boys to do the same. With the final card in his hand, he didn't have anything more than before. He hoped that what was on his mind was on his brother’s and angel’s mind. He looked at the others and saw the same desire in their eyes. He knew he’d still get what he wished.
He smiled as he flipped his cards over, and watched Cas' and Sam's cards turn face up. They had all had pretty crappy hands. His grin broadened as he licked his lips. "So I win!"
"Yes, Dean. That seems to be the case. So what is your wish?" Cas' eyes flashed vivid blue and Dean's breath caught in his throat. He could have Cas, and he knew, without a doubt, Cas wanted him too.
"Well, Cas, I think I’d prefer to show you what I want." Dean reached towards Cas, running his hands around the sides of Cas' head to pull him into a kiss that would convey his want. As Dean angled his head to deepen the kiss, he heard Sam groan and get up from the table. Dean worried Sam was pissed that Cas was the first one to get some action, until he felt him move up behind Dean and start kissing his neck. Dean pulled back from Cas' lips and turned his head towards Sam. Cas used the opportunity to kiss along Dean’s jawline and down his neck, finally getting to taste the flesh he had desired for so long.
Dean grabbed the back of Cas' neck, pulling him close as his other hand went to Sam’s arm to pull him around to the front. Sam knelt down in front of Dean and pulled Cas off his own chair to join him. With Cas' lips off Dean’s neck, Sam took the opportunity to drag Cas in for a kiss of his own. Dean moaned at the sight of his brother and angel making out, and absently began to rub against his growing erection.
As Sam continued to kiss Cas, he moved his free hand onto Dean’s lap, joining Dean’s. Dean bucked up into the hand, earning a grin from Sam against Cas' lips.
“Dean?” Cas breathed from below him. Dean had to open his eyes to see the lust blown pupils of his angel, and was floored by the sight before him. Both Cas and Sam were on their knees before him, looking ready to worship him if he wanted them to.
“Yes, Cas?”
Cas looked down suddenly shy, “Can we please….”
“Cas, if you want something from us, you just need to ask,” Sam said as he rubbed absently at the back of the angel’s neck, trying to sooth him.
“I want to know if we could engage in the act of sex.”
Dean laughed at Cas' wording, and pulled him in for another long and intense kiss. Breaking to breathe, he kissed down Cas' neck, “You wanna fuck me and Sam, Cas? You wanna feel us around you?”
Sam moaned beside Cas, and moved to kiss down Dean’s chest and mouth at his crotch. All he could think of now was the angel fucking his brother hard as he watched.
Cas took a shuddering breath. “Yes,” was all Cas said before pulling himself up and back onto his own chair. Reaching to grab a handful of hair, he dragged Dean along with him, attaching his mouth when he moved close enough.
Dean straddled Cas' lap and began to grind into Cas' cock. The feeling of it so close to where he wanted it was nearly too much. Dean pulled away reluctantly. He needed to get Cas to prep him if he was going to fuck him.
“Cas, if you wanna fuck me, we need to get this show on the road.”
Cas looked at Sam and smiled. “Yes, Dean, and that is why I’m going to have Sam eat you out while you get my cock ready to sink into that beautiful ass of yours.”
Both Dean and Sam were stunned at the dirty talk coming from the fallen angel. They both shook themselves out of the moment and moved towards each other to kiss. This was something they had done numerous times. As they deepened their kiss, they felt Cas' eyes on them, urging them on. As Dean wove his fingers into his brother’s hair, Cas moved to push down Dean’s boxers, freeing his erection. The tip was already glistening with precum, and the cool air sent a shiver down his spine.
Sam reluctantly pulled back and once again moved down to Dean’s crotch. He caught Dean’s cock between his fingertips and slowly licked the tip. Both Cas’ and Dean’s breaths hitched watching Sam. Dean moaned. “Sammy?”
Sam hummed around Dean’s cock knowing Dean was trying to hurry things along. Pulling off his cock with a wet pop, Sam brought Dean close. Mouthing at Dean’s ear, he whispered, “Turn around.”
Dean moaned again as he shuffled around facing Cas fully and exposing his naked back to his brother. As Dean looked up at Cas, he indicated to Cas' clothed erection, “Can I unwrap my prize?” Cas smile and nodded, lifting up his hips as Dean worked his boxers off. Cas' cock bounced free, leaving a trail of precum on his stomach. Dean leaned forward to lick it, moving to mouth at Cas' balls as he felt his own being played with. Dean groaned at the hard tug before Sam’s hands massaged his ass, slowing spreading his cheeks apart. At the first touch of fingertips on his ring, Dean surged forward, wrapping his lips around Cas' erection and sucking it in. Cas moaned deep at the feeling of Dean’s mouth, his head falling back at the sinful things Dean’s tongue was doing.
As Dean worked on Cas' cock, Sam worked hard on Dean’s ass, opening it up with his tongue and fingers. He knew how much Dean loved having his rim licked and sucked, and how, when you finally stick a finger into the spit slicked hole, to drag a finger out just so it catches the rim on the way out.
Cas' hands made their way to Dean’s head, running his fingers through his short locks. Over Dean’s back, he caught Sam’s eyes, and asked silently if Dean was ready. Sam moaned into Dean’s hole, sending Dean further onto Cas' cock. With one last swipe at the rim, Sam pulled back from Dean’s ass. “He’s ready for you, Cas.”
Pulling off Cas, Dean turned around and pulled Sam in, claiming the mouth that had just been eating out his own ass. As Dean and Sam kissed intensely, Cas got up from his chair and moved to Dean’s duffle bag, pulling out the lube he knew was in the side pocket and moved back to his chair, opening the cap of the bottle to pour some onto his hands. Rubbing the cold gel over his cock, he groaned again at the sight before dragging Dean away.
Cas kissed Dean hard, breaking it off to pull him up onto his feet. Turning Dean around, Cas grabbed hold of his hips and moved him down towards his cock. He saw Sam’s hand come into view, grabbing hold of his erection to hold it up. Sam kept his hand there, holding on while he watched his brother’s ass bloom open and swallow up Cas' cock in the same way it does his own. Sam always loves this part, and it was even more erotic when it was Cas' cock Dean was sinking down on.
When Dean was seated flush against Cas' lap, Cas held firm on Dean’s hips, enjoying the wet heat. He waitin`g until Dean made small movements with his hips, trying to tell Cas he was ready. Dean placed one hand on the table beside them, slowly pulling off Cas' cock till only the head was left inside. Look straight into his brothers eye, Dean lowered him back down, enjoying the feeling of Cas' cock dragging on his insides.
Dean set his own pace, smirking at Sam who was on his knees, his own hands stroking his cock in time with Dean’s thrusts. “Sammy? Enjoying the view?”
Sam laughed, and lent forward to mouth at Dean’s neck. “Fuck yeah. I love the sight of you being fucked by Cas. The look on your face when his cock drags against your prostate.”
Dean moaned deep, grabbing onto the back of Sam’s head. They kissed for as long as they could, till the thrusts from Cas become too much. As they broke apart, Dean grabbed onto Sam’s hips, wrapping his lips around Sam’s tip before sinking down. As Cas increased the strength of his own thrusts, Sam picked up his own pace. Sam grabbed onto Dean’s hair, knowing he loved to be face-fucked.
Dean never felt this full, with his brother’s cock stuffed into his mouth and his angel’s cock filling his ass. He moaned around Sam’s cock as Cas leaned him forward, the angel hitting his prostrate with every thrust. Sam’s thrusts into his mouth were starting to falter, getting closer to his release. Dean moved harder in both directions, forcing both Sam and Cas deeper into him. Sam moaned low, grabbing hard at Dean’s hair as he began to orgasm. Dean sucked his cock down his throat, feeling Sam’s cum coat the back of his tongue and throat. Cas saw Sam starting to climax, and doubled his efforts for his and Dean’s own release. Cas grabbed tighter onto Dean’s hips and started to pull him harder down onto his cock. Sam pulled out of Dean’s mouth, once again falling onto his knees before Dean. Grabbing his brothers cock, he sucked it straight down his throat, moaning at the way Cas' thrusts felt running through Dean. Dean groaned loud, grabbing on to Sam’s head as his balls pulled tight. He came in a flash of white heat, his ass clamping down tight around Cas' cock. The vice like grip of Dean’s ass was too much for Cas, and he came in hard pulls, shooting deep within Dean.
As their heartbeats slowly returned to normal and the afterglow set in, Cas slowly pulled himself free from Dean. Grabbing Dean when it looked like he couldn’t stand on his own, he moved them both to the closest bed, pulling down the covers as he came closer. Sam rose from his knees and moved towards the bed. Crawling in on the other side of Dean, Sam reached over and pulled Cas close, kissing him deeply over his now dozing brother. Dean slowly opened his eyes, looking at his brother and angel kissing. He never knew poker could be so much fun.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Any warnings: Threesome, incest, rimming
Written by
dazedrose for sobota!"Are you ready to have your ass handed to you, Dean?" Sam smirked at his brother across the table. Dean had been teaching Cas how to play poker, and now he wanted to see what Cas had learned.
As the hands were dealt and played, the bets fought and won, and the alcohol flowed freely, the members of Team Free Will began to relax. The Winchester brothers got louder and Cas fell into an easy banter with the other men.
Dean watched Cas' forehead crunch up in concentration and wondered, not for the first time, how Cas would look with a different expression on his face.
Cas placed all the money he had left into the middle of the table. "I wish to call."
Dean smiled, looking at his own hand. "You sure, Cas? We’re gonna have to find something else to bet with if you lose."
Sam noticed Dean and Cas doing their patent eye sexing, which gave him a nice warm feelings inside. Even though he sometimes felt jealous of their close relationship, it was times like these that Sam was just happy to be together with them safe. Sam laughed as both men play their hands only to see Dean win. Sam looked at Cas and saw a very relaxed smirk on his face. Sam knew that Cas had been faking his hands, and letting Dean win.
"What do you suggest I use now, Dean?"
Dean thought hard, the liquor taking away most of his inhibitions. He smirked. "I think we should forget the money and play strip poker."
Sam's eyebrow seemed to disappear into his hairline. He knew how Dean gets when he has been drinking, with many of their own sexual encounters been fueled by alcohol. What he didn't know was Dean wanting to put his desire for the angel into action.
Cas smiled, feeling his angelic inhibitions melt away. He had always desired Dean, of course, loving him from the very start, but never had he thought that Dean could return his feelings.
"New rules: best hand wins an item of clothing from their player of choice. Losers drink a shot. Agreed?"
Both Sam and Cas smile and nod.
Dean dealt a new hand, and when he saw which cards he got, he was sure he’d win. As he threw down a card for a new one, he thought about who’d be his first target. Thoughts of being able to slowly undress Cas were making his blood sing.
With the new card he dealt himself, Dean was staring down a 3 and 2 of a kind, jacks high. Too easy.
"Okay, show your cards" Dean said while flipping his over. Sam had only two pairs and he sighed and took a shot.
Dean looked to Cas' cards not expecting to see the four queens in his hand. Dean gasped and looked into Cas' eyes. He could tell that Cas was happy with the turn of events. "I believe I get to take a piece of your clothing, Dean."
Dean smirked "Sure, Cas." He stood up, making a show out of taking his button-up off. He threw it over his shoulder and sat back down and took the shot before him. He gathered the cards back up and dealt them again. As time went on he won and lost hands, losing and taking his fair share of clothes till they were all sitting at the table in their underwear. By now, both he and Sam were shitfaced and Cas looked like the angelic equivalent. Both other men had gravitated towards Dean, and now had trouble keeping their hands off him. Feeling extremely bold, Dean dealt one last hand.
"Last hand. Winner takes all." Dean smirked, "He gets whatever he wants. Deal?" Dean looked between his brother and his angel. He knew exactly what he wanted.
Sam and Cas shared a look, and, while not as heated as the looks they have been sharing with Dean, it still set Dean's blood on fire. "Agreed," they both said.
Dean looked at the cards and saw only two pair, the highest being 7s. He threw out the odd card, and waited for the boys to do the same. With the final card in his hand, he didn't have anything more than before. He hoped that what was on his mind was on his brother’s and angel’s mind. He looked at the others and saw the same desire in their eyes. He knew he’d still get what he wished.
He smiled as he flipped his cards over, and watched Cas' and Sam's cards turn face up. They had all had pretty crappy hands. His grin broadened as he licked his lips. "So I win!"
"Yes, Dean. That seems to be the case. So what is your wish?" Cas' eyes flashed vivid blue and Dean's breath caught in his throat. He could have Cas, and he knew, without a doubt, Cas wanted him too.
"Well, Cas, I think I’d prefer to show you what I want." Dean reached towards Cas, running his hands around the sides of Cas' head to pull him into a kiss that would convey his want. As Dean angled his head to deepen the kiss, he heard Sam groan and get up from the table. Dean worried Sam was pissed that Cas was the first one to get some action, until he felt him move up behind Dean and start kissing his neck. Dean pulled back from Cas' lips and turned his head towards Sam. Cas used the opportunity to kiss along Dean’s jawline and down his neck, finally getting to taste the flesh he had desired for so long.
Dean grabbed the back of Cas' neck, pulling him close as his other hand went to Sam’s arm to pull him around to the front. Sam knelt down in front of Dean and pulled Cas off his own chair to join him. With Cas' lips off Dean’s neck, Sam took the opportunity to drag Cas in for a kiss of his own. Dean moaned at the sight of his brother and angel making out, and absently began to rub against his growing erection.
As Sam continued to kiss Cas, he moved his free hand onto Dean’s lap, joining Dean’s. Dean bucked up into the hand, earning a grin from Sam against Cas' lips.
“Dean?” Cas breathed from below him. Dean had to open his eyes to see the lust blown pupils of his angel, and was floored by the sight before him. Both Cas and Sam were on their knees before him, looking ready to worship him if he wanted them to.
“Yes, Cas?”
Cas looked down suddenly shy, “Can we please….”
“Cas, if you want something from us, you just need to ask,” Sam said as he rubbed absently at the back of the angel’s neck, trying to sooth him.
“I want to know if we could engage in the act of sex.”
Dean laughed at Cas' wording, and pulled him in for another long and intense kiss. Breaking to breathe, he kissed down Cas' neck, “You wanna fuck me and Sam, Cas? You wanna feel us around you?”
Sam moaned beside Cas, and moved to kiss down Dean’s chest and mouth at his crotch. All he could think of now was the angel fucking his brother hard as he watched.
Cas took a shuddering breath. “Yes,” was all Cas said before pulling himself up and back onto his own chair. Reaching to grab a handful of hair, he dragged Dean along with him, attaching his mouth when he moved close enough.
Dean straddled Cas' lap and began to grind into Cas' cock. The feeling of it so close to where he wanted it was nearly too much. Dean pulled away reluctantly. He needed to get Cas to prep him if he was going to fuck him.
“Cas, if you wanna fuck me, we need to get this show on the road.”
Cas looked at Sam and smiled. “Yes, Dean, and that is why I’m going to have Sam eat you out while you get my cock ready to sink into that beautiful ass of yours.”
Both Dean and Sam were stunned at the dirty talk coming from the fallen angel. They both shook themselves out of the moment and moved towards each other to kiss. This was something they had done numerous times. As they deepened their kiss, they felt Cas' eyes on them, urging them on. As Dean wove his fingers into his brother’s hair, Cas moved to push down Dean’s boxers, freeing his erection. The tip was already glistening with precum, and the cool air sent a shiver down his spine.
Sam reluctantly pulled back and once again moved down to Dean’s crotch. He caught Dean’s cock between his fingertips and slowly licked the tip. Both Cas’ and Dean’s breaths hitched watching Sam. Dean moaned. “Sammy?”
Sam hummed around Dean’s cock knowing Dean was trying to hurry things along. Pulling off his cock with a wet pop, Sam brought Dean close. Mouthing at Dean’s ear, he whispered, “Turn around.”
Dean moaned again as he shuffled around facing Cas fully and exposing his naked back to his brother. As Dean looked up at Cas, he indicated to Cas' clothed erection, “Can I unwrap my prize?” Cas smile and nodded, lifting up his hips as Dean worked his boxers off. Cas' cock bounced free, leaving a trail of precum on his stomach. Dean leaned forward to lick it, moving to mouth at Cas' balls as he felt his own being played with. Dean groaned at the hard tug before Sam’s hands massaged his ass, slowing spreading his cheeks apart. At the first touch of fingertips on his ring, Dean surged forward, wrapping his lips around Cas' erection and sucking it in. Cas moaned deep at the feeling of Dean’s mouth, his head falling back at the sinful things Dean’s tongue was doing.
As Dean worked on Cas' cock, Sam worked hard on Dean’s ass, opening it up with his tongue and fingers. He knew how much Dean loved having his rim licked and sucked, and how, when you finally stick a finger into the spit slicked hole, to drag a finger out just so it catches the rim on the way out.
Cas' hands made their way to Dean’s head, running his fingers through his short locks. Over Dean’s back, he caught Sam’s eyes, and asked silently if Dean was ready. Sam moaned into Dean’s hole, sending Dean further onto Cas' cock. With one last swipe at the rim, Sam pulled back from Dean’s ass. “He’s ready for you, Cas.”
Pulling off Cas, Dean turned around and pulled Sam in, claiming the mouth that had just been eating out his own ass. As Dean and Sam kissed intensely, Cas got up from his chair and moved to Dean’s duffle bag, pulling out the lube he knew was in the side pocket and moved back to his chair, opening the cap of the bottle to pour some onto his hands. Rubbing the cold gel over his cock, he groaned again at the sight before dragging Dean away.
Cas kissed Dean hard, breaking it off to pull him up onto his feet. Turning Dean around, Cas grabbed hold of his hips and moved him down towards his cock. He saw Sam’s hand come into view, grabbing hold of his erection to hold it up. Sam kept his hand there, holding on while he watched his brother’s ass bloom open and swallow up Cas' cock in the same way it does his own. Sam always loves this part, and it was even more erotic when it was Cas' cock Dean was sinking down on.
When Dean was seated flush against Cas' lap, Cas held firm on Dean’s hips, enjoying the wet heat. He waitin`g until Dean made small movements with his hips, trying to tell Cas he was ready. Dean placed one hand on the table beside them, slowly pulling off Cas' cock till only the head was left inside. Look straight into his brothers eye, Dean lowered him back down, enjoying the feeling of Cas' cock dragging on his insides.
Dean set his own pace, smirking at Sam who was on his knees, his own hands stroking his cock in time with Dean’s thrusts. “Sammy? Enjoying the view?”
Sam laughed, and lent forward to mouth at Dean’s neck. “Fuck yeah. I love the sight of you being fucked by Cas. The look on your face when his cock drags against your prostate.”
Dean moaned deep, grabbing onto the back of Sam’s head. They kissed for as long as they could, till the thrusts from Cas become too much. As they broke apart, Dean grabbed onto Sam’s hips, wrapping his lips around Sam’s tip before sinking down. As Cas increased the strength of his own thrusts, Sam picked up his own pace. Sam grabbed onto Dean’s hair, knowing he loved to be face-fucked.
Dean never felt this full, with his brother’s cock stuffed into his mouth and his angel’s cock filling his ass. He moaned around Sam’s cock as Cas leaned him forward, the angel hitting his prostrate with every thrust. Sam’s thrusts into his mouth were starting to falter, getting closer to his release. Dean moved harder in both directions, forcing both Sam and Cas deeper into him. Sam moaned low, grabbing hard at Dean’s hair as he began to orgasm. Dean sucked his cock down his throat, feeling Sam’s cum coat the back of his tongue and throat. Cas saw Sam starting to climax, and doubled his efforts for his and Dean’s own release. Cas grabbed tighter onto Dean’s hips and started to pull him harder down onto his cock. Sam pulled out of Dean’s mouth, once again falling onto his knees before Dean. Grabbing his brothers cock, he sucked it straight down his throat, moaning at the way Cas' thrusts felt running through Dean. Dean groaned loud, grabbing on to Sam’s head as his balls pulled tight. He came in a flash of white heat, his ass clamping down tight around Cas' cock. The vice like grip of Dean’s ass was too much for Cas, and he came in hard pulls, shooting deep within Dean.
As their heartbeats slowly returned to normal and the afterglow set in, Cas slowly pulled himself free from Dean. Grabbing Dean when it looked like he couldn’t stand on his own, he moved them both to the closest bed, pulling down the covers as he came closer. Sam rose from his knees and moved towards the bed. Crawling in on the other side of Dean, Sam reached over and pulled Cas close, kissing him deeply over his now dozing brother. Dean slowly opened his eyes, looking at his brother and angel kissing. He never knew poker could be so much fun.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-06-11 03:33 pm (UTC)ALL THEIR LITTLE FACES. <33
This was very cute and fun; it was a great read. Thanks a lot for writing this!
no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-12 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-23 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 12:14 am (UTC)Thanks for having a read. This was my first time writing slash for SPN and I was quiet worried it wouldn't work. I just hope the recipient liked it!!
no subject
Date: 2012-06-23 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-18 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-23 07:39 pm (UTC)