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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Broken Sword/Flying Snow
Feedback: Good lines, ugly ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A genteel tease.
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It was a game. A test of skill. A light swift thrust that took off the silken cord of her robe, a counterstrike that bared his shoulder to the whisper-touch of her hand as they flew past each other. Bit by bit they would shear the clothes from each other until finally their swords fell and they as well, coming together into a warm bundle of laughter.
But one day it ceased to be a game and instead became a test of trust, which they had always assumed present before. And when he fell, the smiles forever vanished from her.
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