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To Prue:
If you DO manage to get on sometime tonight, I hope you see this. I'm sorry I didn't get to stay up and wait for you, but it's Cat Christmas tomorrow and we've lots to do in the morning...*sigh*. I'll talk to you soon.
Remus begins setting up the video camera again while Tulius hovers around, biting his lip and looking perplexed. Remus unbuttons his oxford shirt half down, rolls up his sleeves, and messes his hair a bit, furthering Tulius’s curiosity and puzzlement.
The former professor undoes his trouser button, though he leaves the zip up, takes his shoes and socks off and splays himself over the chair in front of the camera aesthetically. Tulius looks on, absently wiping drool from his face and shying away from the lens as Remus turns the camera to ‘record’. After a swift come-hither glance towards Tulius, Remus begins speaking.
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Remus: Dear fan club. Having just recently become aware of your number and certain threats towards my mate, there are a few things that I would like to speak to you about. [Here he pauses to run a hand across his thigh] It is my understanding that many of you believe that my dear lover does not deserve me. Tsk, tsk. Come here, Tulius. [He licks his lips and crooks a finger]
Tulius: [Dithers shyly, looking sexy]
Remus: [Glancing back at the camera] Aw, he's shy. [He leaves the picture to pull Tulius along with him, groping him gratuitously along the way]
Tulius: [He blushes]
Remus: [He pushes Tulius down onto the chair, sitting on the floor between his legs, head falling back to rest nicely on Tulius's hip] Now, as I was saying: I believe this man [He trails his fingers along Tulius' leg] has precisely what it takes to be quite perfect for me. He has a body to die for--as I'm sure some of you know, cross registration being what it is--and an absolutely obscene ability to drive me wild with everything he does.
Tulius: [He has now become a very dark red]
Remus: Now, as I'm sure some of you know, werewolves, much like their fully-animal cousins, mate monogamously and for as long as their mate will have them. [He cups a hand over Tulius's knee, stroking it fondly with his thumb] This means, by extension of course, that werewolves are very protective of their chosen mates. I hope that this bit of information may discourage some of you from attempting to attack what is mine. [He shifts, running knowing fingers over his own neck, which is still slightly purpled from a love bite]
Tulius: [As though stupefied]
Remus: Seeing as how none of us want what would surely be a very sticky situation to come about, I would like to suggest something that may solve most of our problems. [His hand slips up Tulius's thigh] I think you should all become very, very, very fond of slash.
Tulius: [Shifts uncomfortably, sporting a quickly stiffening erection]
Remus: [Letting his hand wander higher, stroking Tulius through his trousers] For those of you who don't already know of this glorious phenomenon, slash is not a guitarist but a genre of fiction wherein two men are romantically and/or sexually involved. [He turns slightly away from the camera, though his eyes remain fixed on it, and presses a kiss to the inside of Tulius's thigh]
Tulius: [He gasps]
Remus: Thank you in advance for taking the time to watch this... [He runs a hand down his own chest]...educational video. I'm very sorry to cut this short, but I fear that both my mate and I need tending to in a manner not fit for this screen. We wouldn't want this to be X rated, now would we? [He smirks, turning off the camera.]
LOVE
If you DO manage to get on sometime tonight, I hope you see this. I'm sorry I didn't get to stay up and wait for you, but it's Cat Christmas tomorrow and we've lots to do in the morning...*sigh*. I'll talk to you soon.
Remus begins setting up the video camera again while Tulius hovers around, biting his lip and looking perplexed. Remus unbuttons his oxford shirt half down, rolls up his sleeves, and messes his hair a bit, furthering Tulius’s curiosity and puzzlement.
The former professor undoes his trouser button, though he leaves the zip up, takes his shoes and socks off and splays himself over the chair in front of the camera aesthetically. Tulius looks on, absently wiping drool from his face and shying away from the lens as Remus turns the camera to ‘record’. After a swift come-hither glance towards Tulius, Remus begins speaking.
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Remus: Dear fan club. Having just recently become aware of your number and certain threats towards my mate, there are a few things that I would like to speak to you about. [Here he pauses to run a hand across his thigh] It is my understanding that many of you believe that my dear lover does not deserve me. Tsk, tsk. Come here, Tulius. [He licks his lips and crooks a finger]
Tulius: [Dithers shyly, looking sexy]
Remus: [Glancing back at the camera] Aw, he's shy. [He leaves the picture to pull Tulius along with him, groping him gratuitously along the way]
Tulius: [He blushes]
Remus: [He pushes Tulius down onto the chair, sitting on the floor between his legs, head falling back to rest nicely on Tulius's hip] Now, as I was saying: I believe this man [He trails his fingers along Tulius' leg] has precisely what it takes to be quite perfect for me. He has a body to die for--as I'm sure some of you know, cross registration being what it is--and an absolutely obscene ability to drive me wild with everything he does.
Tulius: [He has now become a very dark red]
Remus: Now, as I'm sure some of you know, werewolves, much like their fully-animal cousins, mate monogamously and for as long as their mate will have them. [He cups a hand over Tulius's knee, stroking it fondly with his thumb] This means, by extension of course, that werewolves are very protective of their chosen mates. I hope that this bit of information may discourage some of you from attempting to attack what is mine. [He shifts, running knowing fingers over his own neck, which is still slightly purpled from a love bite]
Tulius: [As though stupefied]
Remus: Seeing as how none of us want what would surely be a very sticky situation to come about, I would like to suggest something that may solve most of our problems. [His hand slips up Tulius's thigh] I think you should all become very, very, very fond of slash.
Tulius: [Shifts uncomfortably, sporting a quickly stiffening erection]
Remus: [Letting his hand wander higher, stroking Tulius through his trousers] For those of you who don't already know of this glorious phenomenon, slash is not a guitarist but a genre of fiction wherein two men are romantically and/or sexually involved. [He turns slightly away from the camera, though his eyes remain fixed on it, and presses a kiss to the inside of Tulius's thigh]
Tulius: [He gasps]
Remus: Thank you in advance for taking the time to watch this... [He runs a hand down his own chest]...educational video. I'm very sorry to cut this short, but I fear that both my mate and I need tending to in a manner not fit for this screen. We wouldn't want this to be X rated, now would we? [He smirks, turning off the camera.]
LOVE
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Love you always
Prue
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