Verbally Copulating

AUTHOR: fox
DISCLAIMER: This is a product of my (really rather vivid) imagination and is not suggesting that the following events are, in any way, based in reality. It is not meant to be a truthful/factual statement about the lives or sexual preferences of anyone mentioned herein. In plain English - IT AIN’T REAL FOLKS! (Damn it, though!! ;-) I’m not making any money off of this either.
A/N - Awhile ago, I had a writing prompt entry and was given the following prompt - in the offseason of the year after FTE. So, here it is, in all it's non-glory. ;-)

Happy birthday, Tasha! Sorry it’s so late.

Warning: Unbetaed.



( Gil stood in the doorway to his apartment and surveyed the mess in front of him. )



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DISCLAIMER: This is a product of my (really rather vivid) imagination and is not suggesting that the following events are, in any way, based in reality. It is not meant to be a truthful/factual statement about the lives or sexual preferences of anyone mentioned herein. In plain English - IT AIN’T REAL FOLKS! (Damn it, though!! ;-) I’m not making any money off of this either.
A/N - Happy birthday, Jeff! Sorry it’s so late.
Title is from the song by Sarah MacLachlan.
Couple of story-related things: There are no wives/families for my leads. It just made it easier for me that way and, since I am lazy, I took the low road on this one. ;-) Also, Gil did have a partially torn/frayed rotator cuff that very nearly ended his career, but I changed the symptoms and discovery/diagnosis to suit my own needs. (GOD how I love my artistic license!!). This story probably rates an NC-17 for some rather graphic sexual situations. Also many thanks to my awesome betas, AnneMarie, Julie and Jen. I’m a compulsive tinkerer, though, so any mistakes are mine. So, onto the fic...


( It was s’posed to be me with you, not him! )