[meme] craven gasping
Oct. 4th, 2005 09:58 amwhen you see this on your friends list, write
bantha_fodder some porn*.
just seeing if this works.
*porn does not have to equal sexing. fic sans sex is also acceptable.
just seeing if this works.
*porn does not have to equal sexing. fic sans sex is also acceptable.
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Date: 2005-10-03 07:35 pm (UTC)::ponders writing porn again::
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Date: 2005-10-04 05:32 pm (UTC)- something Dune related
- something about Cho Chang
- Sarah, years after the Labyrinth.
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Date: 2005-10-04 07:03 pm (UTC)And Sarah.
Cho Chang not so much.
I shall ponder some more. And then write you porn.
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Date: 2005-10-03 08:09 pm (UTC)They went back to their bunk.
They took their clothes off.
They had teh sex.
The End.
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Date: 2005-10-04 05:33 pm (UTC)Holy fuck! It works!
Date: 2005-10-03 08:17 pm (UTC)Karl sipped at his own. "Nuh."
Which was patently not the right thing to say. "How does it get better?" Dom demanded. "Clear night, see forever, look at those stars, man, and you can even hear the surf from up here. We're young, we're hot, and we have beer."
Karl shook his head. "Weapons training for women."
He got a squinting, disbelieving look from both sides.
"What?" Dom asked.
"How does that even compare?" Orlando asked.
Karl just smirked. "Take Miranda home some night, and you'll see."
Re: Holy fuck! It works!
Date: 2005-10-04 05:33 pm (UTC)I have started reading Hellblazer. I am about halfway through the first GN. Man is it gruesome. All those bugs and shit.
PS YAY LOTRPS. LotRPS will always own my heart.
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Date: 2005-10-03 11:47 pm (UTC)xx
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Date: 2005-10-04 05:06 am (UTC)I started writing you porn. I did, I did! And then it expanded into something too long, so I shall give you a snippet instead.
Tra la.
Love, etc,
Claira
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Everyone thinks she’s a bad influence on him. She’s not. If she hits a person every day for a month, she won’t come close to Lee’s tally.
His knuckles are bleeding though, and she wonders idly what excuse he’ll come up with. Her classmates are used to her turning up with bruises, but Lee’s different.
“Wasn’t your best, Adama,” she says. He spares her a glare, and then leans over and takes the cigarette out of her fingers. “I’d give you a six. Maybe a seven.”
She sees him roll his eyes even in the faint light of the street lamp, and then he shoves of the wall and stands in front of her, raises his hand to her face and presses her skin lightly, just above her cheekbone. She winces.
“Frak, Lee. Stop it.”
“I think you’ve got a black eye.” He drops his hand and his gaze rakes over her, forehead to toes, lingering here and there and her skin’s already starting to tingle he’s not even touching her anymore. “I like it. Matches your shirt.”
“Thanks. I got it especially. You know me and fashion.”
He takes a long drag of her cigarette, chucks it aside and doesn’t bother grinding it out. Pushes her back into the wall instead, and she’d hit him but she’s been wanting him all night, all day, ever since he left her apartment in the morning and she had to stare at the back of his head as he sat in the front row of McAllister’s lecture.
“Oh, you have so done this before,” she gets out, as his lips graze her ear, her jaw. “Definitely - done this - before.”
He chuckles, kisses her cheekbone softly. “So have you.”
*
How much do you love me? SO MUCH.
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Date: 2005-10-04 05:35 pm (UTC)You should totally call me tonight.
Also, it's a good thing this isn't a gift, because there are some clear points where I need to beta.
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Date: 2005-10-10 11:36 am (UTC)Someone Else's Life