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darkrosaleenWhen you see this, share 3 lines from each of 3 WIPs.
I am snowed in, so meme! I'm doing 5 lines from 5 fics because I have too many WIPs. I'm probably going to work on one of these while I'm stuck inside, but I'm undecided which one. Most of these are NSFW in case anyone cares, and a couple of them are seriously dark and kinky.
1. Jonathan's under control and breathing deeply when he sits back up. He tugs his Under Armour up carefully, holding it away from the skin. He wants so much to rub his knuckles against the bruise, feel the full depth of the ache. He takes another careful breath and feels it twinge.
Across the room, Brownie gasps, sharp through his teeth like he's the one in pain. "Jesus, Quickie. That looks like it hurts."
2. It was kind of sweet that Dan didn't want to look at her. She thought he had a kid, maybe more than one. But his eyes kept wandering down to the dancer's ass, following the erotic swirl of her hips. He gripped his chair like he was trying not to touch anything.
Lana wondered what would happen if she bought him a lap dance.
3. "So Grey Goose isn't too rough for your faggot throat.” Lynch kept chugging, vodka dribbling down the side of his jaw. Kavinsky's dick pulsed.
"Stop." Lynch stopped swallowing, but it took him a second to lower the bottle, and more vodka poured all over his shirt. His slack jaw and wet lips made Kavinsky feel sick even as he shuddered with desire.
4. The water’s surprisingly clear, and it feels so cool against my skin that I can’t help moaning a little. Beverly’s got just her eyes poking up out of the water like a crocodile, and the look she’s giving me is unmistakably carnivorous. I feel her legs slide up around my thighs as she tilts her hips closer to the surface.
I startle when Oxley grips my arms from behind, holding me still with all the strength of a rock trapping the river’s flow. “Think she wants you to go for a dive, boy. Go on, the water’s lovely.”
5. Michelle loved Jeff before he got hot, loved his smile and his grace and his big heart. She may have a big ass and a bigger mouth, but when Jeff lifts her, Michelle feels like the beautiful ballerinas she loved as a child. If that gives her expertise (what PK calls "the bitchy Richie school of pining outside your sexual orientation"), she has to use her powers for good.
Just for Alexa, though. Jonathan Toews is a lost cause.
I am snowed in, so meme! I'm doing 5 lines from 5 fics because I have too many WIPs. I'm probably going to work on one of these while I'm stuck inside, but I'm undecided which one. Most of these are NSFW in case anyone cares, and a couple of them are seriously dark and kinky.
1. Jonathan's under control and breathing deeply when he sits back up. He tugs his Under Armour up carefully, holding it away from the skin. He wants so much to rub his knuckles against the bruise, feel the full depth of the ache. He takes another careful breath and feels it twinge.
Across the room, Brownie gasps, sharp through his teeth like he's the one in pain. "Jesus, Quickie. That looks like it hurts."
2. It was kind of sweet that Dan didn't want to look at her. She thought he had a kid, maybe more than one. But his eyes kept wandering down to the dancer's ass, following the erotic swirl of her hips. He gripped his chair like he was trying not to touch anything.
Lana wondered what would happen if she bought him a lap dance.
3. "So Grey Goose isn't too rough for your faggot throat.” Lynch kept chugging, vodka dribbling down the side of his jaw. Kavinsky's dick pulsed.
"Stop." Lynch stopped swallowing, but it took him a second to lower the bottle, and more vodka poured all over his shirt. His slack jaw and wet lips made Kavinsky feel sick even as he shuddered with desire.
4. The water’s surprisingly clear, and it feels so cool against my skin that I can’t help moaning a little. Beverly’s got just her eyes poking up out of the water like a crocodile, and the look she’s giving me is unmistakably carnivorous. I feel her legs slide up around my thighs as she tilts her hips closer to the surface.
I startle when Oxley grips my arms from behind, holding me still with all the strength of a rock trapping the river’s flow. “Think she wants you to go for a dive, boy. Go on, the water’s lovely.”
5. Michelle loved Jeff before he got hot, loved his smile and his grace and his big heart. She may have a big ass and a bigger mouth, but when Jeff lifts her, Michelle feels like the beautiful ballerinas she loved as a child. If that gives her expertise (what PK calls "the bitchy Richie school of pining outside your sexual orientation"), she has to use her powers for good.
Just for Alexa, though. Jonathan Toews is a lost cause.
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Date: 2015-01-27 08:59 pm (UTC)I hope you're surviving your snowpocalypse okay. Here in Colorado I, um, went for a run in shorts and short sleeves la la la. I think we tied a record for high temperature yesterday!
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-27 09:26 pm (UTC)Man, you got a lot of snow. We might get a little tomorrow or Friday - desperately needed here.
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:33 pm (UTC)We haven't gotten four feet of snow (thank god!), it's just really light and powdery and the wind blows it into massive snowdrifts that I have to dig through. :(
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:34 pm (UTC)Also #3!
And all the rest of them, of course :)
Hope being snowed in is peaceful, at least!
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:51 pm (UTC)3 is on track to be finished soon! It's going to be very, very dark, even for me, but there is surprisingly little very dark Kavinsky fic and I hope to correct that.