Who Knew Billy Shakes Was So Freaking Fabulous? A Meme
So, I'm poking around on Thesaurus.com (because when you're writing Spock dialogue, you need SYNONYMS!), and this week is apparently William Shakespeare's bday. Happy 449th, yo
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Peter/Neal - droplet :)
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This is so hot!
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Plus, definitely the kind of droplet I was thinking about. Our brains jumped on the same train of thought today :D :D :D
Thank you. WOW :D \o/
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He looks at her, amazed. Even at this age, she’s a spitfire. She conducts herself with a confidence, a swagger most men his age could only dream of and what did the docs say she was? Five?
He’s supposed to be looking for a cure, a way to reverse this curse and make her whole again, but right now, Neal's got him on babysitting duty while he’s off with Peter looking for their perp, and it’s all he can do to keep up with the tiny redhead.
“Unca Moz,” she says, hand on a hip that is thrown out confidently. “Why for you stand dere?”
“I… thought I was supposed to be the mighty oak under which the Princess Sara was taking shelter from the evil King?”
“You’re doing it wrong. You’re supposed to be mighty“Mighty is in the eye of the beholder. Isn’t it supposed to be your nap time ( ... )
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Because I love the way that word sounds and I had to look it up. Now I know a new word. Will have to try and use it in a next fic! :D
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She sure had come a long way.
A long way from the days her mom would hand-sew her costumes and decorate them with her “As Seen On TV” Bedazzler; a long way from when she first set foot on the ice at the age of 3, fascinated by the Olympians she’d seen on TV; a long way from Tempe, Arizona ( ... )
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Love Peter's last comment. *g* though I do have a hard time picturing Peter on ivs skates... lol
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“Sperm-burping whore.”
Alex blinked. “Wow. That’s. Wow.”
Elizabeth smiled proudly; Peter had long fled the room when their foul-off had reached round 4. Alex wracked her brain - she had to top it, El had her smug face on, the one she got when she’d talk Peter into something, and Alex needed to take it away.
“Cum-gargling knob-gobbler!” she blurted.
El’s eyes widened, but then she crowed in triumph, pouncing on her. “You already used knob-gobbler. You’re disqualified. Game, set, and match.”
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” Alex said, squirming beneath El, who was now straddling her thighs in the bed. Knowing she’d been beaten, though, she soon stilled and braced herself, closing her eyes. “Do your worst,” she said grimly.
El went to town.
“You know, oral sex is not a valid price for a bet if you both enjoy it,” Peter observed dryly from the doorway some minutes later. He held a glass of water in one hand and his cock in the other.
“Shut up, Hon, and do me from behind.”
Alex loved her life.
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I love Alex's life too. -happy sigh-
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/end shameless pandering to RC's ego
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