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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Arthur/Lancelot
Feedback: What was good, what was bad, what was just ugly, etc.
Disclaimer: Versions didn't originate with me.
Notes: For ldhenson.
Summary: A difference in experience.
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"I feel like shit, I smell like shit, and I think I can even taste shit." Lancelot disgustedly threw down the shovel and stalked out of the stables, repeatedly blowing his nose for unnecessary emphasis. He was so immersed in his complaint that Arthur had no trouble pinning him up against the wall.
"As far as I'm concerned, I don't smell a thing except you." And then Arthur bent his head to lick at surprise-parted lips.
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