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kribbanI have no idea how anyone could possibly be squicked by this but I'll hide it behind a cut anyway.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author is not implying anything about either Poppy or Ian McKellen, nor is she affiliated with them in either way.You wish. It is not true! It could be true, but I'm not saying it is!
PRINCESS (A drabble)
Ian burrowed his hands down in the white fur, scrubbing the hidden skin slowly. "Yessss... that's it, my sweet. You like that, don't you?" Tiny white hairs detached themselves and stuck to his £125 dress pants but he didn't mind, he simply revelled in the warmth spreading from the source of heat draped over his thighs. "Yesss, my sweet Poppy. My princess," he cooed and murmured, almost, but not quite, drowning out the purring of the organic engine on his lap.
"Are you coming?"
He could hear being called and he heard the stressed tone of the voice. "In a minute!" He knew what the time was and he knew he wouldn't yet have to part from his precious.
His trained ear could easily pick up the hushed fragments of conferring outside his dressing room door. "...more eccentric by the hour.... always normal before... queers and cats.... should never have dragged that thing in here..."
He smiled and didn't care. Why should he, when he had a while yet to spend with his princess?
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author is not implying anything about either Poppy or Ian McKellen, nor is she affiliated with them in either way.
PRINCESS (A drabble)
Ian burrowed his hands down in the white fur, scrubbing the hidden skin slowly. "Yessss... that's it, my sweet. You like that, don't you?" Tiny white hairs detached themselves and stuck to his £125 dress pants but he didn't mind, he simply revelled in the warmth spreading from the source of heat draped over his thighs. "Yesss, my sweet Poppy. My princess," he cooed and murmured, almost, but not quite, drowning out the purring of the organic engine on his lap.
"Are you coming?"
He could hear being called and he heard the stressed tone of the voice. "In a minute!" He knew what the time was and he knew he wouldn't yet have to part from his precious.
His trained ear could easily pick up the hushed fragments of conferring outside his dressing room door. "...more eccentric by the hour.... always normal before... queers and cats.... should never have dragged that thing in here..."
He smiled and didn't care. Why should he, when he had a while yet to spend with his princess?
