HEYA HOTSTUFFS!
I'm bored and feeling kind of unloved here in hell (it's not even the special kind T.T) so to distract me (and you!) I'll take the first eight (random?) people who want alternate POVS on segments of
my fics.
Rules: no timestamps this go round, k? *smeeshes* Give me a specific scene, and i'll write it from the other POV!
XD
"That's a stupid fucking reason." It comes out almost as one fierce trembling word, barely out before Jared pushes and pins him to the bed under him, trapping him, keeping him there and saying stay stay stay with every press of his fingertips and every desperately hard angle of his mouth. Jensen clings just as tight, hips trapped under Jared but quivering as he holds himself back, and that just about tops the list in a long line of stupid that's been going on lately.
"I'll tell 'em my alarm clock was defective," Jared growls when Jensen manages to pant something about the flight, and sinks his teeth into the spot under Jensen's ear that makes him convulse.
"You should definitely bring it in as proof," Jensen laughs a little (a lot) breathlessly, practically soundless, vulnerable, and Jared surges up to kiss the words right out of his mouth.
"You're not moving out," Jared tells him much later, when the sheets are spilling onto the floor and Jensen's stomach is slick with more than just sweat. "Just in case you missed it. Because you're dense."
"Apparently," Jensen murmurs into his shoulder around a smile Jared hasn't seen in...ever.
He's almost asleep when he hears Jensen add, "Hey. Did you ever see that one episode of Gilmore Girls where..."
And then there's nothing else to do but shut him up again.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*gasps*
This *pants* was *gasps* MARVELOUS!!!!!!!!!
I adore you. Just so you know. Fucking adore you.
And the stripper clock is made of awesome. \0/
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IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU KNOW! XDDDD
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I'm totally too much drunk of happy gloopiness of this fic to be able to coherently express my utter happiness of the gloopiness of this fic. :D
*glomp*
You rooooooooooooooooooooooock.
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