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In the interests of actually finding things, Timey and I went christmas shopping at the huge outlet mall south of us. My feet? Sore, but not too bad. OMG my new boots rock.
Also? Lots of men in uniform. And women, too, which, Mmm. I think it's the coats. And Helo. No, swear, honest-to-god, there was a guy with the right build, haircut and face to be Helo. My inner Sharon bounced and clapped.
The hotness of Kara/Anders consumes my brain. Or continues to consume it. Not that Sam/Kara isn't still there. But. Mmph. Between the Pyramid foreplay, and the belly-kissing... Mmmm. Yes.
Also? Lots of men in uniform. And women, too, which, Mmm. I think it's the coats. And Helo. No, swear, honest-to-god, there was a guy with the right build, haircut and face to be Helo. My inner Sharon bounced and clapped.
The hotness of Kara/Anders consumes my brain. Or continues to consume it. Not that Sam/Kara isn't still there. But. Mmph. Between the Pyramid foreplay, and the belly-kissing... Mmmm. Yes.