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Believe me, I certainly don't want Rory to return as a ghost. In any case, hope springs eternal and perhaps TPTB and he can negotiate a full return of his character alive and whole as I stated above. Some would think it's soap-opera like to have a faked death, but many would tolerate that, just...

I sincerely hope that the TPTB can really put on their negotiation hats, their best diplomatic phrases and woo Rory back for ALL of US. There are so many fan fiction stories dealing with his *death* by toying around with the idea of Speedle being summoned by the DEA, CIA and so forth, that a...

I loved this little fic too. Please do try to write some more; I too am waiting for the real *H* to return (and to see Madison again too!) I miss her so much!!

"You've got a look on your face, Rick" Horatio noted as the brunet put the last of the pet supplies down and hoped that Smokey would get the point that Streak needed some healing time alone. "Yeah...I just finished listening to Carl's message...multitasking on the weekend...reminds me of...

****About an hour or so later**** Horatio couldn't stand the suspense and decided to go directly to the van, only to find as he stepped up to the entrance he could see the door opening up. “ Hey, I could use an extra pair of hands here,” Rick replied as he held a nice, cloth lined basket that...

Horatio cleared his throat, which helped him to put his legendary self-control into action, which kept a blush from forming on his cheeks; at the same time he kept a friendly smile on his face, grateful for the fact that in the next moment, both men could hear Rick's voice in the background. “...

Horatio got the 2 pairs of latex gloves and a spare towel, then he gave one pair of gloves to Rick as he went towards the telephone to call the vet. Afterwards, the redhead put on his own pair and put the white towel down on the floor, going into a kneeling position right next to the two cats...

A tiny sliver of sunlight caused Rick to open his eyes; by the intensity of the light, he could tell it was way past sunrise, probably around 11 o'clock. He smiled as he gently unwrapped his arms from around Horatio, noting with surprise that the redhead had slept in the same position all night...

The brunet moved within a heartbeat's distance of the ginger haired man; at the same time, he forced the palm of his right hand to catch the excess flow of creme while he closed the bottle deftly with his other hand. " I like the scent of that..." Horatio uttered the words in a half growl as...

The brunet stopped dead in his tracks for a moment; in unconscious reaction, his grip tightened slightly onto the body of the bottle; interestingly enough, the cap popped open due to the strength of his hand and the richness of the creme began to slowly flood the top of the cap and the sides of...

The lovers reached their summits of pleasure with the scatter shot feeling akin to fireworks that ended in decorating the skies in a multitude of sprinkling patterns; each calling out the other's name softly as if they were exchanging a sacred secret. "I tell the story and YOU script its...

Horatio took a deep swallow; he could feel his own hands shaking in the water and jumped as his dark haired beloved took him firmly by his shoulders, moving their bodies closer to one another. An unspoken question after a pause begged for an answer, which the redhead was all too eager to give...

e“No.” The response had an urgent tone to it, even as Rick slid closer to the ginger haired man in a gradual fashion. Horatio laughed softly and applied more crème onto the bath glove. ~ The journey of the Great Woolly Mammoth~ “Well, a very, very long time ago when mammoths were abundant on...

Rick turned on the cold water faucet handle located the side of the tub- the feeling of the much cooler water had the desired effect. “ We needed it. We don't want to finish everything before we even get started, do we, my Angel?” the brunet spoke the words in his delightful Southern voice...

“Double your pleasure....” Rick heard his lover's words like a siren call as he remembered the commercial that the phrase was from as Horatio put his foam covered hand to his beloved's nose- he wanted to make sure that the scent was pleasing to him. There was soft laughter at first, reacting to...

Horatio, however, decided to ignore that small challenge for the moment, but only for as long as it took to get everything cleaned and the house secured for the night. The house was completely silent as he went upstairs, he could only hear the sound of water moving about as he got into their...

"I can't think of anyone more deserving of that honor," Horatio eyes twinkled merrily over his wine glass. "Mentioning about it is all I can say, though I'm afraid," Rick's countenance changed quickly to a more serious one. "Janson told me that I really cannot discuss it in detail."...

"Tell Daddy that the cab fare is on me and I'm, er.... I mean, WE are both looking forward to seeing you both-I have to go now before dinner gets cold. Talk to you tomorrow then..." Rick held his breath until he heard the cell phone click, ending the call; after that, he turned it completely...

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that...and the actions from the TWO of US that I know will accompany those words...just like icing on a wedding cake..." Rick responded while tracing his fingers along his beloved's tender, soft lips as Horatio couldn't help but kiss the finger in response, causing a...

The brunet regretted the nervous exhale almost instantaneously; a contrite look appeared in his dark eyes. He knew that his beloved would tolerate just so many *little-white-lies,* for example, his excuse for his being over at the Lieutenant's home- his apartment needing to be painted when in...