Good morning (as much as it can be for a Monday) and welcome to my week! I’m evil_little_dog and I’ll be your host with the most. Or at least the themes
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They tried to ignore their attraction but they knew someday soon their passion for one another would blaze out of control, consuming them. Leaving nothing but ashes.
Sherlock's a frenzy; he's thunder and lightning and heat and pressure, and he kisses like a fire storm, fierce, unrelenting, burning John up from the inside out.
Oh Holy Mother of God. See that puddle there? The heat from this just melted me into a puddle of drool on the floor. It was so worth it. You're my hero.
Good luck with the studies, doll. And thanks for peeking out for me. ;)
Other kids hid in their beds; they went outside. As if to compete with some prank of nature. People also said they were a thunderstorm, wherever they went.
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He snaps, sneers, “Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?”
Jason hadn’t, he really hadn’t.
So.
Eric takes.
(And sometimes he gives.)
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The icon is by dreaming_art and is totally snaggable if you'd like it. :)
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/really going away now
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Good luck with the studies, doll. And thanks for peeking out for me. ;)
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Sherlock was gone, and the thunder became the particular sound of a man hitting the ground from a very great height.
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