“Well, I’m Lorna, darlin’, but they call me The Hostess.
Yes, yes, YES! My brain caught up with that half a second after reading it. Love. It.
Angel let his eyes rake over Xander from his black hat to the bright red and blue snap-front shirt and starched crisp blue jeans to the deep red Tony Lama boots on his feet
Fantastic translation of Xander's fashion sense into dress western. Angel's too.
“Hell, son, there’s gay bars on the fuckin’ moon. But not in Wyoming,”
Loving Dumptruck.
Angel ignored Xander’s man/horse love and looked down at the registration slip on the stall. “Millennium Falcon?” he asked, “You named your horse Millennium Falcon?”
Xander flushed, “She’ll make point five past lightspeed,” he said defensively.
God! You're going to kill me here! That's perfect!
“I want you to ride me. I want to see you ride like you did in the arena, your body tight and arched, your legs gripping me hard and that look of total control on your face.”
GUH. :::dead:::
“I don’t know,” Angel said, his lips brushing Xander’s lightly, “thought you might could use a friend.”
And thud.
Wow. Wow. Who knew Xander and Angel made such sexy gay cowboys?
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how’s he fit that under a hat?
LOL! Seriously. Out Loud. Great thought.
“Well, I’m Lorna, darlin’, but they call me The Hostess.
Yes, yes, YES! My brain caught up with that half a second after reading it. Love. It.
Angel let his eyes rake over Xander from his black hat to the bright red and blue snap-front shirt and starched crisp blue jeans to the deep red Tony Lama boots on his feet
Fantastic translation of Xander's fashion sense into dress western. Angel's too.
“Hell, son, there’s gay bars on the fuckin’ moon. But not in Wyoming,”
Loving Dumptruck.
Angel ignored Xander’s man/horse love and looked down at the registration slip on the stall. “Millennium Falcon?” he asked, “You named your horse Millennium Falcon?”
Xander flushed, “She’ll make point five past lightspeed,” he said defensively.
God! You're going to kill me here! That's perfect!
“I want you to ride me. I want to see you ride like you did in the arena, your body tight and arched, your legs gripping me hard and that look of total control on your face.”
GUH. :::dead:::
“I don’t know,” Angel said, his lips brushing Xander’s lightly, “thought you might could use a friend.”
And thud.
Wow. Wow. Who knew Xander and Angel made such sexy gay cowboys?