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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG-13, but a v. smutty one. Incest. Rope-kink. Gun-kink.
Pairing: Connor/Murphy
Feedback: Spelling errors to constructive crit., whatever.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For lil_neko because she bursts my brain and makes me like it.
Summary: Murphy has an objection. Connor has a compromise.
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Murphy stared. "Connor, no."
"Saved your arse once, didn't it?" Connor stubbornly continued to run his hands over the long looping coils, a suspicious glow in his face. He absently shifted the gun tucked into the front of his jeans, as if it were getting a mite uncomfortable. Figured. Always happened with him and rope.
"And it's been involved in the taking of my arse more times'n that." The door was only a few feet away. For that matter, so was the storekeeper. Connor wouldn't honestly-
--okay, he would. As the cold steel skated up the side of Murphy's face, he clamped his teeth in his lip and tried not to moan. Hot lips pressed down where the gun had just been. "C'mon. Lemme have this, and you can get that rifle over there. Yeah?"
"Yeah." It came out too shaky, so Murphy licked the blood off his lips and tried again. "Yeah."
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