kiss me like you like me
Basically I just watched Trueblood s3e1. And what I got out of it (aside from my ever-burgeoning EPIC LOVE for Terry, and my HUMONGOUS GIRL-HARD-ON for Eric --- [SIX HOURS, Y'ALL] ---! {If there was a God, he'd be allowing me to tap that arse.}), is this:
Bill tasted like iron and salt, a little rust in the chapped corner of his mouth, rough against the point of Sam’s tongue. The water running into his eyes made Bill swim and blur in his vision, made him seem like some sort of sweat-soaked hallucination, a mirage. The whole thing had a hazy, dream-like quality, what with the steam and the low light, the foggy heat of the shower, the slow, viscous trading of their kisses back'n'forth, stealing all the breath from his lungs and making his gut twist, a sinuous coil.
It took Bill’s hands cupping his biceps, it took the sweet-sharp jab of a fang on his inner lip, it took Bill’s wide, water-warmed hands walking their way down his back and slipping in the wet, running boldly along the cleft of his cheeks and in between, to make it all real.
“Sam,” Bill murmured, voice lowdown in his throat and soaked in southern; one deliberate thumb sliding square over his hole - “Turn around, now."
I also desire Pam/Lafayette, or Pam/Sookie, or maybe Pam/the tied-up chick in the basement that Eric was ramming like I want him to ram me, now, now, now, OH BB. Whatever! As long as it has Pam, I'm down. (Also, did anyone else get suspiciously turned on by the Queen grinding her stiletto into Eric's thigh, or was that just me? I DON'T EVEN LIKE HER, WHAT IS GOING ON, VAGINA? WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME? /o\)
In other news, I might like beetroot dip and apple pieces dunked in orange juice, but I like this fanmix better! It's called Pam: Sex Never Goes Out of Fashion by chairs and it is HOT. (cantarina , I am especially recc'ing this to you, I think it's your kinda music, babes. <3 Electronica, right?)
*rides Eric off into the sunset*
Bill tasted like iron and salt, a little rust in the chapped corner of his mouth, rough against the point of Sam’s tongue. The water running into his eyes made Bill swim and blur in his vision, made him seem like some sort of sweat-soaked hallucination, a mirage. The whole thing had a hazy, dream-like quality, what with the steam and the low light, the foggy heat of the shower, the slow, viscous trading of their kisses back'n'forth, stealing all the breath from his lungs and making his gut twist, a sinuous coil.
It took Bill’s hands cupping his biceps, it took the sweet-sharp jab of a fang on his inner lip, it took Bill’s wide, water-warmed hands walking their way down his back and slipping in the wet, running boldly along the cleft of his cheeks and in between, to make it all real.
“Sam,” Bill murmured, voice lowdown in his throat and soaked in southern; one deliberate thumb sliding square over his hole - “Turn around, now."
I also desire Pam/Lafayette, or Pam/Sookie, or maybe Pam/the tied-up chick in the basement that Eric was ramming like I want him to ram me, now, now, now, OH BB. Whatever! As long as it has Pam, I'm down. (Also, did anyone else get suspiciously turned on by the Queen grinding her stiletto into Eric's thigh, or was that just me? I DON'T EVEN LIKE HER, WHAT IS GOING ON, VAGINA? WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME? /o\)
In other news, I might like beetroot dip and apple pieces dunked in orange juice, but I like this fanmix better! It's called Pam: Sex Never Goes Out of Fashion by chairs and it is HOT. (cantarina , I am especially recc'ing this to you, I think it's your kinda music, babes. <3 Electronica, right?)
*rides Eric off into the sunset*