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I've been informed by the lovelyslutty [livejournal.com profile] puterpatty that the four posted chapters I privatized so I could unlock them while I was at the [livejournal.com profile] slashy_retreat aren't showing on her flist, therefore are probably not showing on YOUR flist, because they're not on my flist either.

*sighs*

*is reminded of that Dr. Seuss line that goes 'I don't know why, go ask your mother.'*

EDIT: above strike added as advised by my beta, the slutty [livejournal.com profile] puterpatty, cause I always listen to my beta, she's usually right about everything....


Soooo...here are the links to the last 5 chapters, just in case you need them.

Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five


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Chapter Twenty-six




“Do you want to play a game?”

When she mentioned playing a game, she had in mind something more akin to ‘Cops and Robbers’, or maybe ‘Cowgirls and Indians’. Handcuffing him to the bed looked like the best way to prevent him from leaving before she was absolutely sure she wanted to let him go. Maybe this upcoming twentieth of December would be an appropriate day to consider. Yeah.

The excitement in his eyes showed her just how much he‘d been wishing she’d popped this question before. She’d always known he’d be the adventurous type.

“Due u meen like ‘Lief’?” he’d asked innocently, his blue eyes wide. “Dat gaem whur u goe tu koellidge an git maerried an hav baybeez an kullekt praesintz?”

“Something like that,” she’d practically growled in his ear, leaning forward and putting her mug on the end table. She stood and reached for his hand, pulling him to his feet, intending to lead him to her bedroom and snog him senseless before she snapped the cuffs shut and finally redeemed her #1 ticket. THE #1 ticket she’d kept carefully stored away in her lingerie drawer for all this time.

He leapt up off the couch, eager to get things started. “Whur due u keap dem?”

“Keep what?”

“DA GAEMZ!”

“Oh. In the bedroom, under my bed.”

“Weel, whut ar u waetin fur?”

This was going to be easier than she’d thought.

She suppressed a giggle as he bounced past her, looking back at her impatiently. Okay, MUCH easier than she’d thought.

When she caught up with him, he was on his hands and knees with his delectable bottom sticking straight up in the air, searching under her bed.

“Whut’z dis won?” he asked, pulling a box out from underneath the mattress and scrutinizing the cover.

Well, the game she had in mind certainly wasn’t that one.

“That’s ‘Sequence’, Legolas. It’s sort of a card game....”

“OEHHHH! I lub caerd gaemz!”

He plopped down in the middle of her bed and lifted the top, looking at all the little colored chips and the two decks of playing cards, searching she supposed for the instruction sheet with the rules for playing on it.

“Kin I bea grean?” he asked.

“No. I’m always green. Always,” she retorted, starting to feel a bit put off.

He looked up, a flash of disappointment crossing his face, then immediately beamed, saying, “Okae. I’ll bea blew. I liek tu bea blew."

She glanced over at the bedside table, trying to think of some ruse that would allow her to add the handcuffs from the drawer there to the game of Sequence. She’d also have to figure out what she’d hook them to, since she didn’t have a headboard and she didn’t think the stockings she had on would be long enough to tie a knot around the legs of the bed frame underneath, though it sure would be fun trying. Pantyhose might work. Maybe she should just convince him that the first one who gets three chips in a row had to wear the handcuffs.... No, maybe the first one who gets to take one of his opponent’s pieces.... No, that wouldn’t do it either....

Finally she decided to humor him for awhile and play his game. Then she could safely request to play the game of her own choice. After all, who could refuse to reciprocate favors if they’ve been brought up properly? Surely, since he WAS a Prince and all....

“You go ahead and set up the game. I’m just going to go slip into something a little more comfortable,” she told him.

She pulled her satin nightie from the drawer and headed for the bathroom. At least in there the sight of him on her bed wouldn’t be so damned distracting, and she could better plot out her strategy.



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