Is she perverted like me?
Peeplez, I must say that I was quite tickled at the responses I got to my synopsis of 'The Truth'. You guys made my day.
Thanks for being fantastic. To those of you who are now stalking me... please bring an umbrella.
Who heard about the sewer pipe bursting? Yeah... so not swimming in the Atlantic for a good week. Eff that.
Some words from Alanis: I can be an asshole of the grandest kind. I can withhold like it's going out of style, I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone who's as negative as I am sometimes.
I miss her angry stuff though. I think of this as I rock out to Jagged Little Pill (a necessity for me and Kat)... Okay... I'm also thinking... this is really loud and what if my house collapses like in $35K O.B.O. If you don't know what that is, then you're not in the IN CROWD (It's a first season CSI eppie, bitches.) I'm thinking... super bouncy balls and Catherine right now, so I might have to write her.
Did I mention a FREE Steven Page concert? Yeah. I think I did and no one cared, but I have to say it again. WORD UP.
Ashley Rogers is missing! We need to find her. ::races around::
I'm off to write some Scrabble/Spank porn for Kay... because I've been ordered to. Not because I'm nice.
Here be some drabbles!
House: House/Cam drabble...
Nine to FiveThere were only so many hours in the day to be with her. It began at nine.
Nine o'clock was her, and cream and sugar and sometimes a doughnut. Nine in the morning was her pushing sleep from her eyes, though she claimed she was well rested.
Ten and eleven passed by with a few comments, more than enough stolen glances. His eyes would skim over the delicate lines of her, admiring the strength and underlying femininity. Sometimes there was more cream and sugar if she had enough time.
He'd pretend not to watch but she knew his eyes were trailing her anyway.
Noon was often times lunch. He'd watched her jaw work as she chewed her food, skimming through his mail or working on the laptop. She'd joke with Foreman and Chase and her laughter would be his secret dessert, satisfying and full in his stomach.
One, two, three she'd be busy. From time to time he'd brush past her, admire the way she double checked her charts and how she didn't look up at his presense anymore. She was comfortable with him and it became apparent that when four rolled around he had to leave because he was watching her far too much.
By five, she was more vivacious than tired, always staying on a few moments longer to tie up loose ends and check in on her patients.
His day was nine to five; he never lived off the clock.
CSI: Warrick/Catherine drabble...
My lips are wrapped up in yours. Can this be the only place that I need to be?
You steal me away from it all, and suddenly this is the only thing I need to be doing. You make it seem as if this is the only thing *you* need to be doing, the only place you want to be.
The way your fingers rake my scalp, it makes me forget how wrong this is. I'm your boss, I'm... I'm, I'm I'm, dear fucking god, I'm yours right now and that's all that matters. I don't want to be real anymore, I want this forever, wrapped up in you, in you, in me.
I don't have to be in control here, I don't have to be strong, I don't have to be ready. I can just give it all up right here and now and let you take what you want. I want you take what you want.
And here you take and take, and oh god, you take but then you give it all back in one white-hot rush that leaves me heavy and sated. This was all too much to ask for and you gave it anyway. You took it all away.
Steal me, one moment longer before the real settles back in.
Thanks for being fantastic. To those of you who are now stalking me... please bring an umbrella.
Who heard about the sewer pipe bursting? Yeah... so not swimming in the Atlantic for a good week. Eff that.
Some words from Alanis: I can be an asshole of the grandest kind. I can withhold like it's going out of style, I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone who's as negative as I am sometimes.
I miss her angry stuff though. I think of this as I rock out to Jagged Little Pill (a necessity for me and Kat)... Okay... I'm also thinking... this is really loud and what if my house collapses like in $35K O.B.O. If you don't know what that is, then you're not in the IN CROWD (It's a first season CSI eppie, bitches.) I'm thinking... super bouncy balls and Catherine right now, so I might have to write her.
Did I mention a FREE Steven Page concert? Yeah. I think I did and no one cared, but I have to say it again. WORD UP.
Ashley Rogers is missing! We need to find her. ::races around::
I'm off to write some Scrabble/Spank porn for Kay... because I've been ordered to. Not because I'm nice.
Here be some drabbles!
House: House/Cam drabble...
Nine to FiveThere were only so many hours in the day to be with her. It began at nine.
Nine o'clock was her, and cream and sugar and sometimes a doughnut. Nine in the morning was her pushing sleep from her eyes, though she claimed she was well rested.
Ten and eleven passed by with a few comments, more than enough stolen glances. His eyes would skim over the delicate lines of her, admiring the strength and underlying femininity. Sometimes there was more cream and sugar if she had enough time.
He'd pretend not to watch but she knew his eyes were trailing her anyway.
Noon was often times lunch. He'd watched her jaw work as she chewed her food, skimming through his mail or working on the laptop. She'd joke with Foreman and Chase and her laughter would be his secret dessert, satisfying and full in his stomach.
One, two, three she'd be busy. From time to time he'd brush past her, admire the way she double checked her charts and how she didn't look up at his presense anymore. She was comfortable with him and it became apparent that when four rolled around he had to leave because he was watching her far too much.
By five, she was more vivacious than tired, always staying on a few moments longer to tie up loose ends and check in on her patients.
His day was nine to five; he never lived off the clock.
CSI: Warrick/Catherine drabble...
My lips are wrapped up in yours. Can this be the only place that I need to be?
You steal me away from it all, and suddenly this is the only thing I need to be doing. You make it seem as if this is the only thing *you* need to be doing, the only place you want to be.
The way your fingers rake my scalp, it makes me forget how wrong this is. I'm your boss, I'm... I'm, I'm I'm, dear fucking god, I'm yours right now and that's all that matters. I don't want to be real anymore, I want this forever, wrapped up in you, in you, in me.
I don't have to be in control here, I don't have to be strong, I don't have to be ready. I can just give it all up right here and now and let you take what you want. I want you take what you want.
And here you take and take, and oh god, you take but then you give it all back in one white-hot rush that leaves me heavy and sated. This was all too much to ask for and you gave it anyway. You took it all away.
Steal me, one moment longer before the real settles back in.