Because I am one laaaaazy bitch

Mar 19, 2009 00:48

yeah... so I've got a lot on the go... and haven't written anything in like 2 months...

snagged this from fierylies (for some reason lj won't let me link anything. meh)

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence.

1.
But Fernando, never having felt something as impure as jealousy, just smiled and kissed him and ran off to join one of Alvie’s insidious games that involved too much touching for Dan’s liking.

2.
the arm draped over his chest pulled him tighter and he shifted the sheets higher on his hips, sparing a fond glance over his shoulder for his slumbering lover.

3.

A soulful piano filled the apartment, the slow picking at guitar chords and then the soft crooning of an old blues singer made its way to Cesc’s ears.

4.
The Spaniards, why the Spaniards? Why couldn’t Steven captain a team of hairy Siberians? Or effeminate Portuguese?

5.
Iker started slow and gentle so it took David a minute to realize that the reason he was hardening so quickly in his pants was the soft rhythmic grinding of the keeper’s hips.

6.
The striker hit the bed, a flurry of flailing arms and legs and an indignant look.

7.
“You better not have been!” Nando looked positively green. “I do not need to know that I feature prominently in your sexscapades.”

8.
“Don’t let the subtle flirting and coy looks deceive you in any way,” he said sarcastically, “I’m in no way trying to seduce you by wriggling my arse in the air like a common street walker.”

9.
He wasn’t going to let a few (okay, quite a few) inches of Spanish cock defeat him, He was Steven Gerrard, damn it.

10.

Was Fernando trying to make a joke? Sergio had never heard him use sarcasm before, the fact that he could was filed away in the exclusively Fernando part of Sergio’s brain.

football, david beckham, cesc fabregas, pr0n, iker casillas, fernando torres, steven gerrard, crack, daniel agger, sergio ramos

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