It's Monday. Which is not very yay.
In other news, I have dipped a toe into another fandom and wrote a bit of Without A Trace porn:
Like Sunshine. I discovered the show about a month ago (what? I'm always behind the times) and really needed to write some Danny/Martin. I actually started watching it because I've adored Anthony LaPaglia for ages.
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(*drive by smooches*)
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John paused as he adjusted the strap. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I don't know." Rodney glanced around the empty lab. "Being annoying?"
"I'm being annoying?" John frowned as he moved the holster over an inch, then put his foot up on the stool and tugged at the strap again.
As if Rodney needed a better view of John's thigh and the black straps encircling it. "Yes, you. With the--the fidgeting." His voice had gone embarrassingly high-pitched.
John paused, leaning forward on his raised leg like was doing some kind of leg stretching lunge-like move and really, it was very very pretty. "I'm not fidgeting, McKay. My strap keeps slipping."
"Of course," Rodney said. He couldn't think of anything else to say, because, well--thighJohn pulled the strap free of the buckle. "I think the buckle is broken ( ... )
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Oh hell yes!!!
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Please. :)
Yes, it's cliche. But it's one of my favorite cliches!
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