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[Shannara] The coveted

Title: The coveted
Fandom: Shannara
Character: Sour, Harmon
Rating: orange
Word Count: 646 (W), oneshot
Notes: So, this is a "bonus track" In the folds of memory, brought forth during a concersazione on msn with drk_cookie (Yes, she is almost always the cause of my evil deeds!). It 'a mockery of my story, my characters and much more at the moment I do not remember. The reading of longfic is necessary because the characters will not tell you anything.
Warnings: slash?
Disclaimer: How to recognize and Terry Brooks, what is despicable is mine.

It was a sultry afternoon in the city of Tyrsis, Sour was tired of traveling, the dust that had accumulated on him during the walk made him feel like a tramp. Sour And hated being in disarray, he hated that his brown hair from fine golden glow in the air does not attract hordes of women who hated his chiseled physique from the battles were dirty, covered with earth and sweat.
dismounted from his horse in front of an oak door is now proven by the years, pulled out a key from his pocket and put it in the lock. He had returned home.

Sour knew it had to go by his parents to reassure them about his survival, but there was something more important to do before.
opened the door to the back and went to the well to fetch water. "A bathroom, "she sighed," I do not ever do a bath. "
The water was warm and inviting, Sour undressed, leaving his muscles rippling discovered and defined by the long journey and trials overcome. Naked legs apart we behold. He sighed. It was so difficult to maintain that perfection. He went and lay down and let the liquid covering the magnificence of her body. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

did not know how long to soak it but when he woke up he found he no longer alone. There was someone in the corner, someone that smelled of lemon.
- You're back. - The crystal clear voice of the woman caught him, but he was pleased. He had waited and now gazed at her body from that location, a dark corner in the bathroom of the most handsome man Tyrsis. Not at all embarrassed came out of the tub and stood naked and dripping in front of her.
- We've put more time than I thought. - She said, moving around and girandogli.
- I had no choice. -
The woman was behind him admiring the backside. Sour smiled and spun around.
was a serious mistake. His penis slammed hard against the thigh by stripping breath. He crouched down hugging the lower parts with your hands.
The woman with shiny brown hair that is wrapped in soft curls became a giggle escape, then knelt beside him and stroked his face drawn in a grimace of pain. She kissed him gently on the ear and then gasped making you feel better soon. The woman's hands traveled her body that was not much, until you reach the center of his masculinity. Jade green eyes looked like those turquoise nasty man and he came up to her face and kissed her passionately.

Sour awoke. It was late, the water was cold and dark room. It was only a dream. Tapped the surface of the water with his fist and only then he realized that he was not alone. He looked up expectantly, but already knew it was not her, there was no smell of lemon. It was the smell of ... horse sweat e. ..
Sharpen your eye but the figure remained obscure.
- You're back. - Sour
recognized the voice and stared. His breathing quickened. The man jumped out of the tub and ran out of room and then from the house naked, ignoring the pain caused by sbattacchiamento of his genitals.
- Sour, darling, do not run away, please I came for you! - Shouted the man following him. - Sour! Love! - Harmon ran and benefited from being caught him dressed in just a few steps and embraced him.
- How I've missed you! Sour! You do not know how difficult it was having to pretend to hate you while ... -
- Let go, Harmon! We are in the middle of the road! -
- I immediately knew that you loved me too! -
- Let go! I hate you, can not stand you! You stink! -
- Do not say that, no longer hide from me! - Harmon took him up on his back without noticing the fists of Sour on his back.


*** My cat when she wants is love, even though its 38 ° C constant temperature did not help when he decides to sleep on my legs in a sultry July afternoon.
But do you know that not one stone in life is Gudur?