Oh, the story with Michael and Nikita and Gaugin's heir and the shipwreck and...other stuff...has come to an end.

The Parisian museum was lit like a tall Christmas tree on the first day of the holiday season after buying out a closeout of rope and rice lit garlands.

...rice?

The glass walls that surrounded Le Louvre glistened in the late afternoon penumbra making the gallery look like a huge diamond ring. Shiny limousines pulled up to the portico and stopped long enough to allow elegantly clad luminaries to step out unto the scrutiny of the medias’ hot lights.

Someone has a thesaurus and a word of the day calendar.

The event was an exercise in people needing people, people using people and people testing people’s tolerance of the rest.

Much like fandom, really.

And without comment, an assortment of malapropisms and confuzzlers:

The heavyhearted woman replied, “Let’s face it Walter, he would not have enjoyed all the pump and circumstance.”

Walter’s companion, an exotic beauty with a marpacificus flower in her hair laughed, “He wouldn’t have stood the adulation either.”

After some time was allowed for perusing the art, a delightfully apropos meal was served and enjoyed by all.

“I miss him terribly.” Nikita said and sighed; it was a good thing that they had hired a professional videographer that wouldn’t miss an instant of the recordation of such an auspicious occasion, since she had quit filming.

The child was concluding the speech and Nikita heard him say, “My father would have loved the composition of the display and rebelled in the enthusiasm with which you have received this bounty.”

Now it was time for the couple to spin on the dance floor like Fred and Ginger or Travolta and Grey, the soulful sounds of a slow piece called to the lovers to hold each other and twirl.

“Hmm,” he said as growing maternity boobs rubbed his taut chest, “I missed you intently my heart.”

“Yep, the kiddies are history, the room at the Ritz is booked, the sex toys are in my bag and I am wearing nothing under this Balenciaga gown.” She told him, surreptitiously sticking her tongue in his ear.

“Hush Kee-tah I am ready to explode and we still have so much to do here.” He said adjusting his erection while the band finished playing the CFM tune.

And the grand finale:

But at anytime, their marriage was perfect, their love never ending and the sex their fortè and their reprieve. Michael and Nikita were the best of the best at bringing to life the savage carnality that Gauguin depicted so well! And paradise was no longer lost each and every time that the lovers came together.

“I love you Mykohl. Oh yes, there. YES!!!!”

“I love you too, my Kee-tah.”

The End

Who wants to write a Logan(VM)/ryan/sark/seth/vaughn/weiss/sawyer/rusty ryan/danny ocean fic for me Kat?

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I happily report that I cannot, as I'm only familiar with three of those fandoms.

(huh, Shriftweb appears to be down. Shrift knows this, I assume...)

Not so much, as I was home sick yesterday and curled up watching Samurai Champloo. Looks to be back up now, but feel free to ping me should anything go wonky -- if there is a ball, I am not on it lately.

Where's the Wonderfalls fic?

I only know of one: [link]

And I don't think it's particularly spoilery, but I could be wrong.

Hey, shrift, I finally saw O12 -- is your LJ the best place to find your fic? What pairings did you write?

The heavyhearted woman replied, “Let’s face it Walter, he would not have enjoyed all the pump and circumstance.”

Please tell me this appeared in a PWP story?

Well, thank goodness the food was apropos and the recordation proceeded without interruption.

Travolta and Grey... do you think she's intentionally mix-n-matching, or did she just forget who was in that movie? Er, I'm assuming Dirty Dancing, but maybe she forgot the woman in Saturday Night Fever instead.

Please tell me this appeared in a PWP story?

Alas, no. She at least tries to have a plot. Such as it is.

Travolta and Grey... do you think she's intentionally mix-n-matching, or did she just forget who was in that movie?

Who knows? It does make the brain hurt.

Have you read Katie's Workplace Legends? So. Damned. Funny.

Entirely unsure how I missed that, because, well... there it is, plain as day. But I did, so thanks. Oh, my. So, so, so funny.

Hey, shrift, I finally saw O12 -- is your LJ the best place to find your fic? What pairings did you write?

Actually, I remembered to update my fic site the other day. But I do have all my fic in the memories on LJ. So far, I've just written a couple of Danny/Rusty stories.

Recs: [link]

Ocean's 11/12 ficathon: [link]

Oh, and the Yuletide stories have been overwhelmingly good: [link]

So, so, so funny.

Thank you! *beam*

1. Gauguin? The painter? I missed that plot development. Please tell me he was not involved in any of the manroot/intimate cavern activities.

2.

The glass walls that surrounded Le Louvre

Er? There's that funny, small, glassed-in pyramid in the center of "Le Louvre," surrounded on three sides by walls of stone. If the whole Louvre fit inside that glass pyramid, let us just say that Winged Victory at Samothrace and a number of Egyptian mummies would be busy having their own manroot/intimate cavern moments.