Ugh, real-life update and a post basically ignoring this week's Psych later. For now - baby fics!
I told
jesshelga a couple of weeks ago that she needed to give me some prompts so I could throw myself back into writing fic. See, I've been having this kind of annoying thing where I am, basically, uninterested in anything. So this is my attempt to get myself
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(Oh! I have my dates for when I'll be in Chicagy and I forgot to email you!)
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Making it sexy? REALLY HARD. So I'm glad it worked, man.
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"Move with the lines of the shirt." Juliet's hips swayed a little, and he tried not to groan. "Up" - to the left - "down" - to the right, and he worried to think what would happen once they reached the sleeves.
"The lines."
"Got it?"
She was purring. Literally purring, and her heart? Probably close to the speed of that kid's they'd had in interrogation that day for stealing the latest Xbox game from Wal-Mart.
I don't usually do this but: hummina-hummina-hummmmmmina. Damn, girl. Damn. When I wrote "ironing board" as a sorta joke? I didn't even know.
And Juliet's internal diary too! But...the ironing board = one of my favorite bits of non-porn porn ever.
Also:
But instead of hugging him and pulling him into her heart while saying it'll be okay, she watched the dawn with a cup of coffee in her hand, alone, ( ... )
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Mmm. Retro laundromats.
As for Pieces/Deputy Wendell? OH HOW I WISH IT WOULD HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE!!
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And yes, you handily defeated this challenge. For someone who is feeling meh about writing, you walloped it out of the park. Ironing. Whew.
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And lovely Goren/Eames.
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I find this very easy to believe!
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