all day, every day i think about sex.

[fated_addiction]

no. really.

anyways. i've come to the conclusion that before i complete the v-day requests, there needs to be some pre v-day love. because things are better the day before.

i dub today and the rest of the week:

NATIONAL COMMENT!PR0N WEEK minus monday, anyhow. because no one should be deprived of the sexy. no one. it's shame if you are

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[beeeez]

Oh, I am so in. Unfortunately, I am at school, and can't upload music. Nor can I at home. Dial up see. So can I still join lovey? *bats*

This wins. As do you :)

[fated_addiction]

Absolutely, Brookie. *smooch* You are definitely in. ♥

[beeeez]

*smooch* Yay! Sweeeet *rubs hands together*

♥

[greggyhouzer]

Since i am SO Tireed of scifair, my imagination has ran out of fuel. If that's possible.

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake
http://www.zshare.net/download/jt-sexyback-mp3.html

Enter pwease? tommorrow I should have some better songs to think of. :D

[fated_addiction]

sure. ♥

[zauberer_sirin]

(does that mean i should get on with my roadtrip michael/lindsay here? oh well, you are too busy with your tommy/jenny saga so i think i will call it a night and leave with your pr0n and i will go work on mine. will come back to this post if i can think of something dirty to add)

oh, i fucking love nouvelle vague´s version of "killing moon". not that i don´t love the original, cause echo & the bunnymen own my soul.

[fated_addiction]

*grins* we can move it here. i still need to figure out what to open your_sister_too. and i wrote you back too. attic!pr0n. ♥

i know. it's an awesome album too.

[falseeeyelashes]

your roadtrip michael/lindsay is KILLING me. guh. seriously.

[asweetdownfall]

MUSIC!

I love you. *tackles*

[fated_addiction]

ILU2. ♥

[falseeeyelashes]

pitter patter goes my heart - broken social scene ♥

this is by far an excellent idea. *loves*

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They first time they fuck, Jenny is sixteen and so is Tommy and they don't use a condom.

She obsesses over this fact for an entire month. And it's not because of thoughts of skipped periods or phrases like 'damn, Jenny Reilly got knocked up?' or horrifying slides from sophomore year health class. Instead

[fated_addiction]

hee. tell all your friends. <3

~

Every little secret is tattooed on her hip by the time they're eighteen and Tommy's got a chance to leave the neighborhood.

But he knows, like everyone else, about things like family, god, and everything in between. He can't quite fit Jenny in anywhere and today, like yesterday, seems to bother him more than it should

-- there's a folded wedding invitation on his coffee table, under a condom from Sasha and with a coffee ring.

And so when she says i want you to see spinning around in that simple wedding dress of hers (it's what he likes about Jenny best, no flashes but everything underneath), he goes home and falls to his knees. He shoves his hand into his jeans, his fist curling around his cock and rubbing furiously.

He breathes jenny and then jenny again because this is the closest he'll get to praying and remember what it was like to stain the insides of her thighs with his release.

Should've had her. Already mine.

[falseeeyelashes]

oh, i already have lol.

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The night of her rehearsal dinner they eat steak and drink dark beer and there's a lot of laughter and she thinks it goes slightly unwarranted. (He sits at the other end of the long table, wedged between Sean and Kevin, and they bump shoulders and yell 'fuck' a lot; she sits at the head of the table and smiles a lot).

The party winds down and she helps with dishes (practice for this thing called domesticity she's fast treading towards) and Tommy catches her in the doorway. Hand brushes the front of her hip, then, awkward, tight hug, his mouth in her hair, she feels rather than hears him murmur 'congratulations.'

She gets home, hands shaking, and she can't get the zipper of her dress down (hands shaking) and the rings of the shower curtain scrape as she pulls it closed. And, oh god, she can't breathe, she can't breathe, she can't fucking breathe - that's her mascara sliding down her cheeks - and she has two fingers in her cunt, her thumb against her clit, slick tile beneath that other hand (the shower

[fated_addiction]

lol. it's going to be fun.

~

The morning of, it's a little late because the groom (the asshole, Kev growls something about losing a hundred bucks to the best man) is in traffic. So he steals off to the room, sneaking around five giggling bridesmaids and into the room.

"Tommy," she breathes wide-eyed.

And his gaze is dark when he takes in silk, silk, and more silk. His fingers curl into fists and he steps forward.

He breathes. "I just wanted to say-- I--"

Her lips are too pink and there's a color, a paint, on his coffee table that he has for this kind of memory. Except now, he thinks about that one time and coming inside of her, between her legs, and oh.

"You look beautiful."

She looks down to blush.