excerpt His hands slide up the back of your shirt, fingertips follow the path of your spine, and you can feel calluses and the tips of fingernails. He presses softly against each bump of bone, as though he can connect them and plot out your destinies.
notes written for the (AMAZINGLY EPIC AND FANTASTIC) cookleta appreciation post over at
ontd_ai!
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They're three weeks into their sessions when David tells Cook that he thinks he's ready for something called the fixed firm pose. Cook thinks it sounds decently boring - and then David does it, and Cook stares at him in horror. )
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WHAT I AM HERE TO ASK IS THIS: ARE THESE POSTED TO COOKLETA? I DO NOT BELIEVE I SAW THEM THERE. IF NOT, PLEASE DO SO IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL TOTALLY SIC PRI ON YOUR CUTE TUSH.
ILU, BB!
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(posted in cookleta, btw!)
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Still amazin' fic, though. +hearts+
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Thanks for these!
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