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Untitled Dead Like Me Fic
by Perpetual Motion
The dress that started it all was crumpled on the floor. Black with thin straps. On George it had looked fantastic. It had made her look curvy and sensual and beautiful. She looked even better naked, in Rube's utterly biased opinion.
"Stop staring at me."
Rube grinned and ran his hand up George's thigh. "Why?"
"Because it's creepy. I feel like you're waiting for me to do something."
"You've done enough tonight, Peanut." Rube leaned in and kissed her. It thrilled him that she allowed it. When she slid her tongue into his mouth, Rube shuddered and kneaded her thigh.
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