My honourable friends,
our fourth prompt post!
That's right, number FOUR.
Like the nucleobases, the fundamental forces of physics and the horsemen of the apocalypse.
Like the number of seasons, the number of letters in most swear words and the number of boxes each tetris shape is made of.
In this spirit, here are four things to keep in mind:
1) The
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OT: Wow, you guys, three posts means 15,000 comments - that's more than most TV fandom memes EVER get
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Sam's on the sofa with her feet in Miriam's lap and she's trying not to moan but, “-I feel like a house and he's never bloody here!”
Miriam makes a soft clucking noise. “Querida,” Sam cherishes the word, knowing that it's not one Miriam uses often.
She takes Sam's wrist and tugs it gently till Sam gets the message and swivels, in a slightly ungainly manner, so that she's leaning against Miriam. Miriam's breath is hot against her neck, red wine and perfume that smells of summer holidays abroad and honeysuckle.
“We'll look after each other,” she whispers and presses a kiss against Sam's temple.
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Hemp was not as rough as she had expected, Carla thought as she buried her head against Caroline's neck.
When the pretty, earnest brunette had first approached her, Carla had been uninterested to say the least but Caroline was quick and witty with a real joie de vivre that had caught Carla's attention.
She grinned, white teeth flashing when Caroline allowed herself to be pulled away from the main party to a quiet side room.
It wasn't long before Caroline had her fingers tangled in Carla's hair, her hand confidently travelling up Carla's inner thigh before she slowly fucked her.
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Ooh, this is hot. I really like the thought of Caroline's fingers in Carla's hair... wow!
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