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taliahaleThou and You art by pentapus, fic by twentysomething. Explicit, 61,000+ words, Historical Fantasy AU, Sid/Geno, Maria Kirilenko/Alexander Ovechkin, Paul Martin/James Neal. I've read the Patricia C Wrede novels the magical society is based on, and while worth a read, this delightful Sid/Geno focused fic gives me what those were missing: porn. Not that there isn't a lot of lovely world-building and adorably Regency-esque wooing, but the sex scenes are pretty phenomenal.
"You are over-modest," Evgeni says, bringing Sugarpie into step with Teumessian. "You ride beautifully."
Mr. Crosby ducks his head with a smile. "Where I come from in Canada, there isn't much to do other than ride and skate. From the moment the ice became too thin, I was on a horse."
"My childhood was much the same," Evgeni says, grinning to think of it. "If only the weather would allow us to go skating, as well."
"The ice forms much later in Pittsburgh than in Cole Harbour," Mr. Crosby says with a sigh, and then, with the air of one admitting to a terrible secret, adds, "I have been known to speed the process along with a spell on Lord Lemieux's fish pond."
Evgeni is startled into laughing. "I hope it was not stocked at the time," he teases.
Mr. Crosby's guilty look is all the confirmation Evgeni needs to burst into another round of delighted laughter. "Oh, Mr. Crosby," Evgeni manages through his laughter, sighing it out.
"Mar- Lord Lemieux did not mind," Mr. Crosby mutters.
"You are over-modest," Evgeni says, bringing Sugarpie into step with Teumessian. "You ride beautifully."
Mr. Crosby ducks his head with a smile. "Where I come from in Canada, there isn't much to do other than ride and skate. From the moment the ice became too thin, I was on a horse."
"My childhood was much the same," Evgeni says, grinning to think of it. "If only the weather would allow us to go skating, as well."
"The ice forms much later in Pittsburgh than in Cole Harbour," Mr. Crosby says with a sigh, and then, with the air of one admitting to a terrible secret, adds, "I have been known to speed the process along with a spell on Lord Lemieux's fish pond."
Evgeni is startled into laughing. "I hope it was not stocked at the time," he teases.
Mr. Crosby's guilty look is all the confirmation Evgeni needs to burst into another round of delighted laughter. "Oh, Mr. Crosby," Evgeni manages through his laughter, sighing it out.
"Mar- Lord Lemieux did not mind," Mr. Crosby mutters.
