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24 September 2007 @ 12:07 am
The Five Kirsten Songs [The OC; Ryan/Kirsten]  
TITLE: The Five Kirsten Songs
FANDOM: The OC
PAIRING: Ryan/Kirsten
SPOILERS: Series
RATING: mild R
SUMMARY:


*****

01. He really had to stop offering to help Kirsten in the garden on Saturdays. Saturday mornings in the garden while Sandy was out surfing and while Seth was still passed out in bed just led to trouble. Especially since Kirsten had been home from Suriak. Since the chemistry between them had skyrocketed into the stratosphere. Since they started flirting mercilessly with each other when they were alone.

That particular Saturday morning, they were working on potting some new geraniums on one side of the house. They were both in blue jeans and white shirts -- Ryan's a tee shirt and Kirsten's a tanktop. They were on their hands and knees working in the dirt -- they had looked like a Gap commercial gone awry.

Kirsten had brought out the radio and they were listening to an oldies station. As Queen's "Killer Queen" played in the background, Kirsten had been lamenting that the music from the seventies and eighties was now considered oldies, and Ryan had chuckled, giving her a sideways glance. Kirsten had laughed at the look on his face and given him a playful shove -- since he had been crouched on his haunches at the time it had knocked him over.

"Are you insinuating that I'm old?" Kirsten had laughed at him.

Ryan had laughed back and pushed himself upright again, going back to the geraniums. "Not at all." Glimpsing quick at her in his peripherals, he commented to himself, "I hightly doubt someone as beautiful as you could be looked at as old."

Kirsten had caught it and stopped her digging, prompting Ryan to look up at her. "You really think I'm beautiful?"

Ryan's mouth had opened and closed on unformed words, unfinished sentences, as he contemplated the best way to answer her. The moment was getting heavy, fraught with tension, so he decided to deflect with humor. "Well, I dunno. With those dirt smudges all over your face and your clothes..." He trailed off and smirked.

Kirsten's jaw had dropped but she was smirking too, and she reached out with her dirt-coated fingers and swiped at his face. "You're one to talk!"

Ryan ran one of his own dirt-covered fingers down her bare arm as retaliation, leaving a dusty brown streak in its wake. Kirsten had giggled, lunging at him; and Ryan, laughing with her, had grabbed her wrists to stop her from getting anymore dirt on his skin. Somehow Kirsten had pushed harder than him and Ryan ended up on his back with Kirsten on top of him, still laughing. When his hands touched her waist to brace her, though, the laughter stopped.

It was just "Killer Queen" that could be heard in the background as they stared at each other, Kirsten's hair falling all around them like a curtain as she leaned forward and boldly pecked his lips. It had been for barely a second, and when she pulled back she almost looked horrified with herself for what she'd done. A line had been crossed, and from the look on her face she had obviously expected rejection.

But this was Kirsten. Ryan's own 'Killer Queen' -- she could stop him dead with just a smile -- he'd never reject her affection, even if it blurred (erased) the line that had been carefully drawn between them for three years.

Kirsten had started to move off of him, so Ryan, panicking and thinking she'd never talk to him again, gripped her waist a little tighter with one hand and held her in place while he cupped her face in the other hand. Kirsten had met his eyes, her own apologetic, so Ryan simply smiled and leaned up, capturing her lips with force. For a moment, Kirsten's body had been tense, stiff. Ryan half-feared that she was regretting her actions and would pull away. But then she had melted into him, let her body lean against his as the kiss deepened.

She had braced herself with her fingers pressed tight to his chest, then clutched the waistband of his jeans, dirt smudges getting everywhere. Their lips had seared together in a starved kiss, bruised each other, while hands grasped and clawed. Ryan gripped her hips tightly, slid his hands up her sides to just under her rib cage, dragging her tanktop along for the ride. He slid his hands in between them and caressed her stomach, smiling against her lips when she had gasped.

Then they heard a car door shutting out front. Kirsten had leapt off of Ryan in a flash, looking beautifully flustered as she whispered, "We'll talk later," before going around front to greet Sandy.

From that day forward, Ryan never listened to "Killer Queen" the same way again.


*****

02. It was supposed to be a quick getaway, for some very heavy making out. Ryan had laughed that Kirsten had even called it that. But it was just supposed to be (mostly) innocent.

...They both should've known better.

Sandy and Seth had been deeply engrossed in a Yakuza movie, and Summer had been sitting bored, wedged in between them. Ryan and Kirsten stole the opportunity to duck out, having not really "talked" about their accidental kiss from the week before. They took Kirsten's Range Rover up the coast, twenty minutes away, to a deserted overlook point with a view of the ocean -- Kirsten had teased that it was a perfectly-cinematic makeout spot.

"Bennie and the Jets" had come on over the radio when Kirsten had grinned over at him. There was a seductive, devilish glint in her eyes, and Ryan was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. "So... did you wanna talk?" he'd asked her as the piano melody started to kick in.

Kirsten had giggled. She had been very girlish that night, smiling at him coquettishly from the passenger seat. "We could... but..."

"But there's not really much to talk about," he finished for her. "We pretty much know why it happened."

"Mm-hmm, so what's left to talk about?" She had leaned partway across the console, presenting her challenge to Ryan with one arch of her eyebrow.

With a lopsided grin, Ryan took the challenge, and leaned across the console to capture her lips. It had taken mere milliseconds for the kiss to deepen, and less than a minute for Kirsten to climb onto his lap, straddling him as she stuffed her hands through his hair. Ryan's hands were on her waist, sliding up her sides, tracing the line of her bra across her back.

He had felt her smirking against his lips, obviously clueing in to what he wanted, and she let him have it. First, she broke the kiss to cross her arms over herself and whipped her shirt off over her head, grinning at him. Ryan had almost thought his heart would burst from that devilish grin, not to mention her flushed cheeks and tousled hair. Then she leaned down and attacked his lips, her fingers attacking his shirt buttons. Soon she'd had his shirt completely unbuttoned and untucked from his jeans and shoved it down his arms, helping him sit up to get it off.

When her back touched the horn, they both jumped, and then started laughing. "Bennie and the Jets" hit the first chorus when their lips collided again and Kirsten rocked against him, denim scraping against denim. Ryan had moaned against her lips and slid his hands up her sides, fingertips tickling -- Kirsten, reading his thoughts, reached back and unhooked her bra without breaking the kiss, tossing it aside. Then Ryan had pulled her close, lips still connected, and they both moaned at the feel of their naked chests touching.

Ryan had blindly searched for the lever that would tilt the seat back -- when he found it, he tugged on it a little too hard. They both cried out in surprise as they flew back; and once again they were laughing at their childish antics. Before the song hit the second chorus, they managed to get their jeans undone and down just far enough that they would be out of the way. Then their lips were connecting, their fingers were lacing... their bodies were joining.

He would never forget the way Kirsten looked when she threw her head back in ecstasy, arching her back as she moved against him. It was the most beautiful, most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and he almost lost it right then. Kirsten had leaned down to kiss him again, bracing herself with her hands on his chest, her fingernails marking him. Ryan had gripped her hips and helped her speed up the tempo -- neither of them were going to last long. Not with the connection between them creating such a fire, not with the three-years-worth of tension suddenly snapping.

Then Kirsten had called his name -- another thing he'd never forget -- and suddenly they were both flying, clutching each other and crying out and gasping for air. They had just barely started to come down off the high when Kirsten was moving off of him, sliding into the passenger seat and pulling up her jeans, still sporadically murmuring, "Wow," and "God," while catching her breath.

Ryan, too, was having a hard time coming to terms with just how amazing that had been. He shook his head and sighed, chest still heaving as he buttoned his jeans. "That was... that was..."

Kirsten mirrored his head shake, and then she had said something that completely floored him as she breathed, "Ryan, I've never come so hard in my entire life."

He already felt his jeans tightening again as the song started to fade, and as he met Kirsten's eyes he had tried to think up excuses they could give to Sandy and Seth, because... they were going to be out a lot later.

That had been confirmed when Kirsten reached over and pulled at his waistband, practically dragging him over the console and on top of her as she tilted her seat back, raising her eyebrows. "We might need to do that again."

Ryan had no problem with that.

And he listened to "Bennie and the Jets" on repeat for the following few weeks.


*****

03. It was the lite country rock that had brought Ryan into the living room on an early Saturday afternoon. Something about "keep on trying now" -- it was loud, coming from the living room stereo. He had leaned against the doorframe and smiled at the sight in front of him, hands in his pockets.

The living room was littered with photographs and photo albums, and in the middle of it all was Kirsten, her back to him as she sat cross-legged, occasionally sipping at a mug of tea and singing along to the song: "I've been drinkin' now just a little too much..." while sorting through the photos.

Ryan grinned -- even doing something so innocent as sorting through photo albums, she was stunning. Even in a simple pair of blue jeans (she'd been wearing jeans a lot more since they had first kissed in the garden) and a pink tanktop, she was stunning.

"The Eagles?" he had asked suddenly, startling her mid-sing-along.

Her long blonde hair flew as she whipped around to face him, exhaling a bashful smile when she saw who it was. "Poco," she had responded.

"What are you doing?"

"I've been wanting to sort through all of these pictures for years. I finally had the energy to do it today." She patted the space on the floor beside her and smiled at him over her shoulder.

Ryan grinned back and ambled over to her slowly, mirroring her position as he sat down cross-legged, facing her. Kirsten shifted to face him and their knees touched. She smiled and set an empty photo album in his lap before bracing her hands on his knees. "Wanna help?"

"Sure," he'd chuckled, and grabbed a stack of photos, looking up at her through his lashes and smirking.

Kirsten pressed her hands into his knees as she lifted herself up, leaning over to kiss him. Ryan had immediately responded and deepened the kiss, trying to pull Kirsten to him by the waist when she shied away with a coy smile, chiding him, "Haven't we been doing enough of that lately?"

He mock-pouted at her. "You're getting tired of me?"

Her brows flicked upward, and her lips curled in a sexy smirk. "Not in the slightest. But I'm thinking we should see if we can go more than 12 hours without tearing each other's clothes off."

"Oh alright," he sighed heavily, a grin trailing on the coattails of that sigh. "If we have to."

So they started sorting through the photos together, while the Poco song, which was apparently one of Kirsten's favorites, played on repeat. "Where're the Cohen men?" Ryan had enquired after a few moments of comfortable silence.

Kirsten made a puzzled face at a picture and set it aside before addressing him. "Uh, Sandy's surfing, and Seth's out with Summer."

"Ahh."

Silence fell over them again as they smiled at each other, content in the knowledge that they were alone together, and went back to the photographs. Poco kept on playing, reiterated over and over that the lead singer was going to "Keep On Trying" as they exchanged photographs, laughed together at strange ones or funny ones, and placed them in the photo albums.

Shortly after that day, Ryan found "Keep On Trying" on iTunes, and soon had it playing on repeat on his iPod, unable to think of anything but Kirsten, and the simplicity of sorting through photographs with her.


*****

04. Spring cleaning time had rolled around at the Cohen household -- Kirsten had sprung it on them, actually, leaving them no way to escape. She'd learned her lesson after requesting their help year after year and then finding they mysteriously had other "commitments" that coincidentally always fell on that same day.

Seth and Sandy were helping Kirsten in the main house, and Ryan decided to tidy up the yard and the pool house. After doing some basic weeding and watering of the plants, Ryan tidied up the pool house. After dusting and vacuuming, he turned on his stereo and popped in one of the CDs Seth had given him years ago while trying to introduce him to all kinds of music.

A familiar rock guitar intro poured out of the speakers, and Ryan smirked at the sound, turning up the volume. Then as Axl Rose began to wail, "She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories," Ryan started picking up his dirty laundry.

This song reminded him of Kirsten now. She had that kind of smile, that gave him a childlike excitement, those very schoolboy butterflies that were hard to contain around her. Especially now. Since they'd grown so close, so intimate. Since they'd been together numerous times. Part of him expected that the childlike excitement would've faded by now, but every time they kissed, every time she smiled at him, it was like the first time. It seemed every single day he fell hopelessly in love with her, over and over again.

He was just separating his dirty clothes into batches of darks and lights as the pool house door opened. Kirsten beamed at him brightly, eyes sparkling, as Axl Rose wailed, "Whoa, sweet child o'mine."

"Hey," she greeted loudly over the music as Axl sang Ryan's thoughts: "Oh, sweet love of mine."

She almost seemed to throw her voice back toward the house as she asked, "How's the cleaning going in here? I came to check up on you."

Ryan couldn't help but chuckle. She was neither innocent, nor was she subtle. "It's going well," he responded, and watched as her smile turned to a devilish smirk. The song was already into the second verse, Axl seemingly delving straight into Ryan's thoughts again about Kirsten's eyes -- how he never wanted to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.

"Whoa, sweet child o'mine, oh sweet love of mine."

She came fully inside and closed the door behind her, then took quick strides to him, grabbing his face roughly for a passionate kiss when she'd reached him. Ryan immediately closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back as the music went to a long guitar solo.

He loved how aggressive she was -- Kirsten was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. At the moment, what she wanted was him -- and she pinned him against the wall to prove it.

The kisses deepened and Kirsten started to claw at his shirt. He untucked hers from her pants, moving his kisses to her neck. The music softened and Axl started repeating endlessly, "Where do we go? Where do we go now?" as Ryan and Kirsten stumbled toward the bathroom, shutting themselves inside for some privacy.

He flicked the lock on the door as Kirsten unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. No sooner had she unbuttoned them when they heard Seth in the pool house doorway, turning the music down slightly.

"Ryan! Are you in here?"

"Yeah!" Ryan called through the bathroom door, exchanging a look with Kirsten, who was nearly pouting.

He kissed her passionately one more time, fingers digging their regret into her hips, before he patted her waist and nudged her into the shower, whispering, "Hide."

"'Kay." She kissed him quickly again and ducked behind the shower curtain.

He went out to address Seth, who as it turned out, was looking for Kirsten. "Have you seen my Mom dude?"

Ryan, raising his eyebrows at his friend, leaned down to look under one of his rattan chairs before he straightened up and quipped. "Well, she's not under there..."

Seth glared facetiously. "Ha ha. Ryan Atwood finally gets a sense of humor. Seriously, where did she go? She said she was going to help me separate my laundry."

"You don't know how to do that on your own?" Then deciding not to prolong the conversation, Ryan held up a hand to stop the explanation. "Nevermind. If I see her, I'll let her know you're looking for her. Maybe she went around front to do stuff in the garage, who knows?"

Seth nodded and waved before continuing his search, going around to the front of the house. Kirsten peeked her head out of the bathroom and grinned at Ryan. "Guess I should get back to the house, huh?" she quipped, kissing him lightly again.

"Yeah." Ryan smiled and watched her throw a sassy wave to him over her shoulder before sauntering out.

His attention stayed on her swaying hips as the song drew to a close, and he knew he'd never listen to Guns N Roses the same way again.


*****

05. Ryan had always hated Newport parties, especially ones he was roped into going to. Until he and Kirsten had gotten together. Then, Newport parties became a great excuse for him to subtly ogle Kirsten in whatever form-fitting dress she would choose. Not to mention it was a great excuse for the two of them to sneak off together to either fool around or have sex. Or both.

This one was no different. It was for Kirsten's dating service, New Match -- another fundraiser, this time held at the mansion of Neil Roberts. Seth and Summer somehow managed to come up with a last-minute escape plan, and Marissa was most likely off snorting cocaine with Volchok. Ryan couldn't bring himself to be concerned.

Especially not with Kirsten currently pressed against him in the large master bathroom, the tile walls cool through his suit jacket and contrasting perfectly with the feel of Kirsten's warm, pliant body pressed to his. Her hands were in his hair and their tongues were tangling. They were breathing hard against each other as music floated up from downstairs -- Aqualung, one of Ryan's favorite groups as of late. "You're all that I've ever needed," was the lyric that reached his ears clearly.

Kirsten breathed her want for him against his lips as the lead singer lamented, "I'll be your respirator, I'll be your pressure suit, it's alright."

Lately he'd been Kirsten's respirator, helping her to breathe through her strained marriage. Over the past few months he'd fallen hopelessly in love with her -- knew he would always be in love with her from here on out, no matter what happened.

Her slim, nimble fingers unlatched his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down next. He gripped her waist and swung them around so it was her that was pinned to the wall; Kirsten gasped at the cold tiles against her back.

"Drift out in the darkness, lost out on the horizon, it's alright."

Kirsten tried to lift her leg around his waist and groaned -- the dress was too tight around her upper thighs. Ryan just broke the kiss and smiled at her, slowly working the hem of her dress up until he caught just a hint of the scrap of lace she was wearing beneath it. Then Kirsten was holding her dress up and Ryan was gripping her thighs, hoisting her up against the wall and pinning her with his body while he pushed his pants and boxers down far enough.

He kissed her slowly as the song went on, "I will not let you go." He gently moved her underwear aside before he slipped inside her, both of them groaning silently.

Kirsten met his eyes, her own clouded with a mix of lust, desire, and love. He had to kiss her again as they moved against each other, slowly but frantically. Ryan closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her unique, light scent.

The lead singer reiterated over and over, softly, "I can't stop loving you, I can't stop loving you," as they moved together.

"Oh, Ryan," Kirsten whispered, murmuring how much she had needed this, had needed him.

"I can't stop loving you, I can't stop loving you." Ryan's eyes shut tighter.

The song couldn't have been more true to how he felt at the moment. He'd never stop loving her, no matter what was to happen to them in the future. He'd always want to be her respirator, be her support system, no matter what.

"I'll be your four-leaf clover, I'll be your pressure suit. I'll be your angel wings, I'll be your parachute." Soon they were flying, trying to stay quiet as they clutched each other desperately, blue staring into blue -- each of their souls visible to the other in their eyes.

"I'll be your only reason, I'll be your only reason. I can't stop loving you, I can't stop loving you..."

Kirsten opened her mouth, ready to say something, then closed it again, obviously abandoning speech to lean forward and kiss him softly, sweetly... passionately. "How is it this amazing every time?" she wondered aloud.

Ryan smiled and helped her get her dress resituated before he fixed his pants and tucked his dress shirt in again. "I'm not sure, but I don't think that's a bad thing."

"No. I've been needing this -- you -- for such a long time. Being so understood, having this deep a connection..." She grabbed his hand and electricity shot up Ryan's arm. Just like every time.

He nodded with a smile, certain his overwhelming affection and love for her shone in his eyes. "I know, Kirsten."

There was no exchange of 'I love you's before they headed back down to the party -- they weren't needed, after all. And on the way down, smiling all the way, Ryan silently added another one to his ever-increasing list of 'Kirsten songs.'



FIN


The Five Kirsten Songs (in order of appearance):
o1. Killer Queen by Queen
o2. Bennie and the Jets by Elton John
o3. Keep On Trying by Poco
o4. Sweet Child O'Mine by Guns N Roses
o5. Pressure Suit by Aqualung




{x-posted to rystenlove}
 
 
 
thekiller00thekiller00 on September 24th, 2007 05:31 am (UTC)
That was a great five things post !!!!!!!!!!
You picked great songs to go along with this.
a.: BMc; i will make you forgetregalish on September 30th, 2007 03:17 pm (UTC)
Re: That was a great five things post !!!!!!!!!!
Thanks so much! Gotta love those oldies :D
(Anonymous) on September 24th, 2007 05:01 pm (UTC)
WOW!
ok this is amazing...
i totally love it..
i luv like all the songs that u chose cuz like im a big fan of like old music..
i luv queen,guns n roses and aqualung!awesome all time bands!
i really hope u finish the new chap of addicted soon!
great work again!

Luv..
ELLa
a.regalish on September 30th, 2007 03:14 pm (UTC)
Re: WOW!
Thanks so much, Ella, I'm glad you enjoyed that!

I'm hoping to finish the final chapter of 'Addiction' soon too, hehehe :D

Thanks again!
login_failedlogin_failed on September 25th, 2007 01:49 pm (UTC)
Now that my internet is working again I can catch up. And this is rather sweet. These Rysten themed Five things fics are very addictive. Will there be a Kirsten POV of this theme?

Hopefully those muses will stop withholding the goods and be productive.
a.: R/K; you know you are so good for me;regalish on September 30th, 2007 03:16 pm (UTC)
Yay for your internet working again!! I'd be lost without mine, lol.

I'm glad you liked this one! And y'know, I honestly never really thought of doing a Kirsten one, but now that you mention it... I just might have to ponder that :D

That muse really does need a good swift kick in the pants! I'm halfway through the third chapter of 'The Addiction' and she refuses to budge for right now. I'm going to re-read some of my fave Rysten fics - there's one up at the Rysten comm called "Just To Find You" that you absolutely should check out if you haven't already! It's fantastic -- and an AU to boot! My absolute fave :D
login_failedlogin_failed on October 5th, 2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
Do you have a link to that community, I've lost most of my bookmarks. I can't find it anymore because I forgot the link!
a.regalish on October 14th, 2007 01:10 am (UTC)
Gah! I'm horrible about replying when these things pile up in my inbox.

rystenlove should take you right to the main community page.

Otherwise, if you're needing an actual URL link:
http://community.livejournal.com/rystenlove/

Hope that helps!

(And I swear I'll have more Rysten soooooon!)
pipetgirl2: Ryan Whoapipetgirl2 on October 6th, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
I must be going senile in my old age. I don't know how I missed this one.

The stories and songs matched up so well.
a.: R/K; and when i need youregalish on October 14th, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
Hehehe. Then that makes two of us going senile! This comment has been hiding in my inbox for a week now :/

Anyway, thanks so much! I'm such a sucker for oldies, 80s music, and Aqualung, so I'm glad you liked the song choices! :D

More Rysten to come soon, I promise!
Yushikabane_mai on February 23rd, 2008 03:57 am (UTC)
Oh god, I am so glad I found your LiveJournal. You had awesome Rysten fics on FF.net, now I'm finding even MORE amazing ones on your journal! I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THEM ALL! :)
a.: cuddy; is blushingregalish on March 2nd, 2008 07:25 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much! I haven't updated ff.net in absolutely forever; to tell you the truth, I don't visit it much anymore, but you can ALWAYS find my Rysten stuff on here for sure! :D

And can I tell you how excited I am to find another Rysten fan on LJ? SO EXCITED. They're amazing. (Also, your icon tells me that you're a House M.D. fan, which also hopefully means you're a Lisa Edelstein and possibly House/Cuddy fan, which then leads me to conclude that you're about fifty different shades of awesome!)

Thanks again!
Yu: And All the Fangirls Diedshikabane_mai on March 2nd, 2008 03:23 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad that I found a dedicated and hardcore Rysten fan! You were the one who convinced me Rysten was OTP for the O.C! I actually saw their sizzling chemistry on-screen, but I wasn't sure whether to get into it. But hey, now I've made up my mind, and I love Rysten. :D

YES! I'M A LISA AND HOUSE/CUDDY FAN!! I read your profile on FF, and we ship so many of the same couples! (eg. Harry/Hermione (FTW), Grissom/Catherine, Booth/Brennan... and there's more, but these are the main ones)

By the way, are you into Elliot/Olivia at the moment? Is there, by any chance, that you'll be publishing a new Rysten fic soon? :) I'm so eager to read more of your work. I've read all your other fics already and I'm DYING for more!
a.: grillows; wipes the floor with geekloveregalish on March 3rd, 2008 06:56 pm (UTC)
OMG you're right. We have TONS of ships in common. WOW. And I have to say, it's EXTREEEEMELY hard to find a fan of all those ships that's also into Rysten! HEEE. In my experience not a lot of House/CSI/Bones fans watched the O.C. SO WE ARE IN OUR OWN CLASS OF AWESOMENESS, BASICALLY. lol

And I'm very much into Elliot/Olivia at the moment (if you don't watch SVU you need to - you'd go nuts for them!) and am smack in the middle of a multi-chaptered fic for that fandom. But, y'know, it's funny you should mention new Rysten fic. I was considering it, and I just started blindly writing something lastnight as I was listening to a song on repeat, and BAM. I FINISHED A NEW RYSTEN FIC.

I totally blame you ;) And it's all posted already, so it's there whenever you want to give it a read! :D
Yushikabane_mai on March 3rd, 2008 08:55 pm (UTC)
HEE. We are beyond awesome! xD The thing with Rysten is, I think a lot of people can't get over the age difference thing. :(

OMG. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH ILU! NEW RYSTEN FIC? AWESOME x100000!!! I'm gonna go read it right after I finish writing this!

I was considering watching SVU, but I didn't know if it was good or not! I think you've definitely just convinced me into watching it! Hee, I think we really manipulated each other! I made you write a new Rysten fic and now you've persuaded me to watch SVU! Then I'll be able to read all your SVU fics!