Mmm. Squicky.
I miss the fluffy part of my brain. You know, the one that came up with cute, funny little fics that didn't try to outdo each other for my attention and make me wonder what I've been smoking. Because given the stuff my brain is coming up with lately, I think I've taken up permanent residence in the Bad Place. Put in a recliner and TV, and now I'm settling in with a bowl microwave popcorn and cold glass of Coke.
The third time they were together, she came, hard. He laughed against her sweat-slicked skin, nuzzled her ear, and whispered, "I knew you had it in you, Major." Later, when he fell asleep, she threw up in the toilet, then dressed and drove back to her hotel, thirty miles an hour over the speed limit.
On the plus side, I've completely horrified woodface with this idea, so that was fun. :)
But I AM going to finish the damn backstory challenge fic tonight, even if the Daniel section ends up with him being tied up in a closet and beated with a stick (which would probably go over really well in certain fandom circles, actually. Though for wildly divergent reasons...).
The third time they were together, she came, hard. He laughed against her sweat-slicked skin, nuzzled her ear, and whispered, "I knew you had it in you, Major." Later, when he fell asleep, she threw up in the toilet, then dressed and drove back to her hotel, thirty miles an hour over the speed limit.
On the plus side, I've completely horrified woodface with this idea, so that was fun. :)
But I AM going to finish the damn backstory challenge fic tonight, even if the Daniel section ends up with him being tied up in a closet and beated with a stick (which would probably go over really well in certain fandom circles, actually. Though for wildly divergent reasons...).