My Annabel Lee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
[edited from what is on my writing website.]
Introduction:
This is my first slash, it's going to suck and it's really short. Danny loves Tim, Tim loves Poe and Danny. Danny has a brain-like-Poe moment.

Disclaimer:
Not a canon relationship, it has never occured to the public knowledge and I'm not pointing fingers. Certain things belong to other people... I just wanted to "play" with them.

Rated For:
A minor amount of cussing and male/male adoration.

Submitted: February 04, 2008

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It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea. -Edgar Allen Poe

This place and this city, it could hardly be called "a kingdom by the sea." But as fond as he was of Poe, I called him Annabel Lee. And this man, employer or not, wanted only to love and be loved by me.

I growled at myself to "stop the fucking rhyming." My head never really stops doing something; it just finds another way to do it. Poe's actual "Annabel Lee" continued on in my head as I found neat ways to pile my clutter.

There was a knock at my door. And I was definitely not ready for whoever it was, but I figured I might as well go see who it is. I peered through the frosted window. Shit. It was my beautiful Annabel Lee. I opened the door.

"Um… hi," he mumbled as he stared at his feet.

"Spontaneous, aren't we?" I questioned him in my normal sarcastic tone. I don't care how much I love you, you get the same voice everyone else does ninety percent of the time.

He shuffled past me, the only person I would let do that, and flopped his messy self upon my couch. I made my way there, and slipped my lap under his head. He closed his eyes. I'd be damned if the winged seraphs in hell didn't covet him and me… cause the winged seraphs in heaven sure didn't.

"So why are you here?" I asked, dryly.
"So I could love and be loved by thee," he replied with a smirk on his face.
"Touché," I replied smirking as well, "we can arrange that."

And so I leaned down and kissed my Annabel Lee. Yes, I kissed my Annabel Lee with a tender heart that was not like me.


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