Fic: the Necklace

... at her. "Yeah?" Annabeth took a step closer to him, so she could see the bits of snow sticking to his dark eyelashes. "Did I ever tell you that you talk way too much?" "Well," he leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, "You may have. But it takes more than words to shut me up. I'm a hands-on guy." Ignoring the innuendo her boyfriend had just uttered, ignoring the fact that ...

Goddamn.

... them to the side sometimes. And what he gave me, from three different, no good angles. From the front, which looks like a five year old got me. The side I'm supposed to be brushing it towards. >: | And the least offensive option, which also doesn't look like anything I asked for. So ... now what do I do? He thinned them out too, so I'm not even sure what...

fourth froggie ˚∆˚ [audio]

... surfaces; then that particular hollow clanging as it apparently it set down roughly against porcelain. lots of sleepy groans as the holder of this particular berry struggles to wake up. a quick, scraping noise; they're brushing their teeth. slowly at first, then it picks up pace as the holder begins to gain awareness. then a deathly silence.] A A A A A A A A A A A U G H !!!!!!...

Inertia or Law(s) of Motion 8/8

... ten fingers all laced together up by their shoulders and Bones was smiling against his lips. One of them was a naïve little boy and one of them was a love-drunk fool. Kirk was brushing their mouths together without kissing, just hiccupping little laughs at his own thoughts until Bones’ mouth as open over his and they were kissing. Steak and eggs and pancakes and chocolate milkshakes—all at once ...

A little while later, Gemini was sitting on the edge of her bed, brushing out her hair after drying it. "So you never told me...mostly because I distracted you...what'd Bakura say to our little...announcement?" she asked with a smile, not knowing about Bakura and Thai's news. "I bet he's pleased he doesn't have to be best man. But I think you should go for a post-batchelor party. Because I know ...

SPN fic: Take My Sanity Away

... your eyes, baby,” Sam urges, voice gentle. “Someone was screaming.” Abruptly, Dean recalls his dream, or maybe it wasn’t a dream, hard to tell. Dean searches for the answer in his brother’s face, fingers brushing across Sam’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” there’s a blue regret in Sam’s voice. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” Sam’s lips apologize with lights kisses over Dean’s knuckles. Sam will ...

"Stuff his howling mouth with the nipples of oblivion!": a review of Night and the City.

... notes. Harry Fabian is a Cockney ponce ( i.e. , pimp) who pretends to be an American songwriter and flits from one get-rich-quick scheme to another, all the while disdainfully brushing aside his source of income, Zoë, a pulchritudinous brunette "on the bash" who actually loves him. After an unexpectedly successful bit of blackmail, inadvertently made possible by Zoë, Harry gets enough ...

Dog Houses

... not to use pressure treated wood and raise it off the ground. Here's the formula I'm using for measurements: Depth = dog's length + 12" Width = dog's length + 18" Height = dog's height + 3" (low side), height + 9" (high side) Any other tips I may need to know? AND A VIDEO (Lili's blowing her undercoat. All those white globs are her undercoat from me brushing her. And I'm not even 1/3 done )

Merry Christmas, sleepherealone!

... Patrick thinks, as he moans into Gabe when he feels lips against his neck. Hot breath washes over his earlobe and that brings goosebumps up yet again. He can feel Gabe hot and hard against his thigh, brushing against him and sending shocks of pleasure along his skin. It burrows and squirms and fits over him like a second skin as Gabe kisses along his neck more. "Hey, Patrick." Gabe's voice is ...

Prompt 12: Shop

... that she had taken in the trip to New York were overwhelming to her. Just then her escort took her hand and told her everything was going to be all right. Arm in arm they entered the restaurant brushing past the eager New Yorkers were queuing up for a two-hour wait. They were escorted to a table in a private room where two couples and a man with long white hair were seated Kagome gasped. It ...