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R; Fast Five. 1700 words. Post-movie; Dom/Hobbs, banter, canon-typical violence.
Toretto eyed Hobbs up and down, a speculative light in his dark eyes. "Just how flexible are you?"
( Penciling In His Dance Card )
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quarter_mile and AO3)
Toretto eyed Hobbs up and down, a speculative light in his dark eyes. "Just how flexible are you?"
( Penciling In His Dance Card )
(x-posted to
quarter_mile and AO3)
