You know I am very susceptible to suggestion. Especially when we're in the same fandom for a change and you don't tend to ask for much. Except for 106 pages. Who knew, man?
I did--it grew out of the dynamic we see on screen so beautifully, and the sex was so hot that I started blushing whenever they even got close. I loved how much it was just about who they are as people without any contrivances to get them together or break them apart. Wonderful!
And there you were panicking when you began to realise that it might indeed go over the 100 pages mark!
This made me laugh [very loudly, I must add], flinch [God, Cooper is such a bear sometimes], sigh [so much adorableness], cry [for realz. I have no shame] and finally squirm in delighted pleasure.
You are rightly proud of this with its scorching hot sex, witty banter, fab characterisation [I want more Cesar, dammit!] and glorious romanticism.
And there you were panicking when you began to realise that it might indeed go over the 100 pages mark!
I wasn't panicking! I was just dubious. And maybe a little panicked. And then it just kept talking and talking and I had no control over it, and they were so perfect and sweet and then that were being mean to each other and I wanted to cry, and I couldn't even think about cutting anything out b/c it all seemed so necessary and then I was like if I'm gonna put that you gotta put that, and remember that one thing you'd wanted to write about, better put that in too. I won't be able to write another story, b/c they're all here!
I am so very very glad that you enjoyed this so much, I know I did.
"What am I supposed to do when you leave?" John asks quietly.
Ben lifts his head and looks at John quizzically. "Where am I going?"
John's laugh is like razor blades in his throat. "You're 23, you're going to want someone else when you come out of your sex coma and realize that I'm not rich and educated, that I'm just some fucking guy that likes sleeping next to you."
That totally made me weepy. Oh COOPER!
And this, too:
John pushes himself up on his elbows and tugs Ben's mouth toward his own, trying to apologize the only way he knows how. He doesn't have anything else to give besides himself.
They wore me the hell out when I was writing this. It was one long week of yay, we're happy, no, we're fighting, yay, we're having awesome sex, no we're fighting again. That kind of emotional strain is not healthy for any of us!
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d'awww. And yes, that's pretty much exactly how it went. *g*
I still love this so v. v. much, baby and I am SO GLAD it exists. Yay!
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This made me laugh [very loudly, I must add], flinch [God, Cooper is such a bear sometimes], sigh [so much adorableness], cry [for realz. I have no shame] and finally squirm in delighted pleasure.
You are rightly proud of this with its scorching hot sex, witty banter, fab characterisation [I want more Cesar, dammit!] and glorious romanticism.
You, lovely girl, rock my world.
SO. MUCH. FUCKING. LOVE.
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I wasn't panicking! I was just dubious. And maybe a little panicked. And then it just kept talking and talking and I had no control over it, and they were so perfect and sweet and then that were being mean to each other and I wanted to cry, and I couldn't even think about cutting anything out b/c it all seemed so necessary and then I was like if I'm gonna put that you gotta put that, and remember that one thing you'd wanted to write about, better put that in too. I won't be able to write another story, b/c they're all here!
I am so very very glad that you enjoyed this so much, I know I did.
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*does a dance of joy*
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"What am I supposed to do when you leave?" John asks quietly.
Ben lifts his head and looks at John quizzically. "Where am I going?"
John's laugh is like razor blades in his throat. "You're 23, you're going to want someone else when you come out of your sex coma and realize that I'm not rich and educated, that I'm just some fucking guy that likes sleeping next to you."
That totally made me weepy. Oh COOPER!
And this, too:
John pushes himself up on his elbows and tugs Ben's mouth toward his own, trying to apologize the only way he knows how. He doesn't have anything else to give besides himself.
You kill me. In the best possible way.
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They wore me the hell out when I was writing this. It was one long week of yay, we're happy, no, we're fighting, yay, we're having awesome sex, no we're fighting again. That kind of emotional strain is not healthy for any of us!
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