It was unbearably hot outside. It didn't make it any better that Julian's flat was on the top floor, the sun shining on the roof, cooking the rooms below. They could have gone out, maybe hung out in a park. But here he was with his writing partner, lying on the settee in nothing but his pants, his bare back against Julian's lap. The blonde played
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I know what you mean though, I tried writing my first PWP and it took me ages. I also haven't figured out Livejournal yet so I'm definitely in your boat m'dear.
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