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[damnfinecup]

Dale was fairly certain he was going to survive the weekend, but only because he had survived more difficult things in the past and knew himself to be a strong and resilient man. Everything was just not going the way it should have been in his life right now, and he didn't know whether to be bothered by that or whether to be glad that even on a strange and remote island like this one, life just happened, surprises and all.

It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.

With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.

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[dale-cooper-fbi.livejournal.com]

God, it was so wrong, somewhere in his gut Dale still knew that even if his conscious mind was beyond reason, but for something so deeply wrong it felt tremendous. Joe's lips were soft, his skin warm and smooth, and Dale couldn't help but let his hand drift down to the hem of Joe's skirt, start pushing it higher and higher up his thigh.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

There wasn't much of a skirt to push up and Joe's hips unconsciously pushed into Dale's touch, into the heat of his body in front of him and even though he was mostly lost in what they were doing, he still couldn't help thinking how fucking weird it felt. Where there was normally something hard between his legs, all he could feel now was heat and a strange sort of ache, so he arched into Dale again, his fingers tight on his hip, trying to drag him closer.