.: Friend :.
Character(s): Brand Kirke, Mycroft Doge, Julia Kirke
Summary: Brand and Mikey conquer the biggest obstacle in romancing a girl: bras.
Publication Date: January 5th, 2010
"No, damn it! How many times do I have to tell you to flick your bloody wrist!"
"I am flicking!"
"No, you're jerking. Flicking and jerking are not the same. You're going to bugger up your arm doing that."
"Why can't I just use my wand, again?"
"It's more intimate if you use your hands."
"But I don't care if it's more intimate."
"I'm not whining! I'm simply stating my difference of opinion, which is not the same as whining."
"Ha. Ha. Shut up! Put away your bloody wand and get to flicking that wrist or I swear, I will pinch your nipples."
"Oh, that really makes me want to get close enough to snog."
"Is that my bra?"
The attention of both men snapped to source of the voice: the petite redhead who stood in the den's doorway with a baby in her arms. Julie's expression was a mix of amusement and confusion.
"Hey, sweets," Brand said nonchalantly as he adjusted the shoulder straps of the pink paisley brassier stretched over his white t-shirt. With a sigh, he turned back to Mycroft who had gone flush with embarrassment. "All right, Mikey, let's go. Strip it off me.
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