By Aouda Fogg

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Rating: PG

Notes: This story should prove just how weird I really am; this actually is the first thing that occured to me when I saw this week's challenge. *wg* Enjoy!

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"No."

"Oh, come on, Jim! I mean, we're here, the opportunity is presenting itself..."

"Not interested."

"Why not? It's a totally awesome thing to do."

"I can see why you might think that, but you're weird."

"That's cold, man."

"Doesn't make it any less true."

"How about if I throw in one of my extra-special, super-extended back rubs that always seem to lead to other things?"

"Enticing as that is, I still don't want to."

"But when I did it years ago, it wasn't so bad."

"Uh, huh."

"It wasn't. Naomi even took me the first time. Look, what is it that you think is going to be so bad?"

"Oh, gee, I don't know, Chief. How about the noise? The vibration?"

"Yeah, I guess, but you can always dial it down; it really is an incredible experience."

"I'm sure it is; just not one for me. I saw enough of that stuff when I was in the Service."

"Ok, well, you mind if I do it again?"

"Nope, I mean how often are we going to be here? I'll just head over to Holyrood or the Quay. Oh, but, Blair? You come back with a bagpipe..."

"Gee, I don't think they hand them out as souvenirs, even at the Edinburgh Tattoo, Jim."

"That's good, because you're awfully good in bed, and I'd hate to have to leave you here, Chief."

"Huh! You think I'm good in bed?"

"Yep."

"That's handy. Wanna meet me back here later and I'll give you another demonstration?"

"Mmmhmm, and you can teach me what you've learned about keeping a rhythm."

"Ooo, baby."

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The Edinburgh Tattoo is a long standing tradition... (just a warning -- when you open the page, this is a brief burst of bagpiping *wg*)

Fin

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