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    <title>isage @ 2010-02-25T15:54:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip to Greece was in honor of their two year anniversary and frankly, Sage couldn't believe they had made it. A large bump in the beginning had almost thrown them off, but things had changed a lot since then, and he was finding himself more and more in love with the other man since then, not that he had told Westly that he loved him yet, although he was sure he hadn't hidden it much. The trip had been his idea, and of course he had booked the &lt;a href="http://www.rentvillas.com/PropertyPhotos.aspx?Catalog=12678"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt; that they would be staying at, knowing what he liked and that his standards were higher than Westly's. He was picky, he wanted the best, the most beautiful, the most expensive, and right then, this was the one that he had found he liked the most. They had arrived the day before and had spent the day settling in, getting used to the weather switch, and today they had decided to go to the nearby beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, they had found once they had gotten there was a naked beach, much to Sage's delight. He disliked tan lines, they were marring and made his skin look uneven and he hadn't been looking forward to laying out in the sun with clothing on, no matter how small the shorts he wore were. When they had found a spot away from the rest of the crowd, Sage had cast a few, particular charms in general, one to make the sand flat and to stop it blowing into and across his skin, one to keep his towel flat, and one to let the heat, and a little bit of the sun in, but not enough to give him wrinkles, or to turn him into one of the over-tanned buffoons that were walking around here. After that, it hadn't taken him much time to remove his shorts and stretch out onto his stomach, feeling the sun beat down onto his back after a few moments and he let out a soft noise. "I could fall asleep in a matter of seconds," he murmured to Westly, keeping one eye open slightly and on his boyfriend, a slight smile on his face.</content>
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