Giles ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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I just had to share some bad sex scene quotage:
He finds her clit by instinct or divine intervention or by some primal memory; proving once again, to both of them, that there is not and never will be, anything more right than this union.
Divine Intervention?!? I don't think it is THAT hard to find!
(Picturing somebody having sex with Divine) Ew.
WEll, erika, they'd be surprised when they went looking for the clit, I imagine.
Divine Intervention?!? I don't think it is THAT hard to find!
That's a little disturbing, actually.
God tapped him on the shoulder. "IT'S A LITTLE TO THE RIGHT."
No shit, Connie. bwah!
The thing is, is was actually a pretty good story-- but that threw me out of the moment, so to speak...
Divine Intervention?!? I don't think it is THAT hard to find!
Maybe that was a subtle way of suggesting that he had to, err, part the red sea?
From Gilda Lily's CRYSTAL RAIN #1: MOCKING THE LONELY HEART:
The dizziness roiled in him like a restless ocean, and he gasped as he felt himself grow short of air. His blood boiled; his face burned scarlet; his knees began to buckle. Whirls, waves, colors bright and burned out as the white-hot blaze blinded him. The world tilted crazily and he pitched into the abyss, the voice calling out his name...*
Is he falling into an inter-dimensional rift?
It's Turnbull and he's having a heat stroke. I can't stop reading this series. It's like somebody has stolen all the Due South characters and replaced them with overwrought teenage girls....
He thought that Ray...well, he loved Ray, but he knew that Ray didn't love him. Yet the American had seemed satisfied with their relationship. The sex was great, at least for Renny. He didn't consider himself the greatest lover but Ray had always seemed satisfied with their lovemaking, and was always willing to go to bed with him. Surely if he'd been bored he would not have done that.
And he thought that Ray had enjoyed the meals he'd cooked for him and the movies they had gone to, and even their trips to the park. Ray had always been kind to him, overlooking his clumsiness and occasional stuttering and seeming happy in his company.
Sadness flooded through him. He should have known it wasn't so. He quickly dashed away a tear and was relieved to see that the Consulate was only a block away. He hurried into the building past Cooper on sentry duty and said hello to Jasmine at the receptionist's desk. He nearly flew up the stairs to the third floor and went into the Queen's Bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He pressed his handkerchief to his eyes, a few tears seeping out. He shouldn't cry, really. It was an unmanly thing to do. His father would be quite disappointed in him. Or, more disappointed than usual. He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, returning the handkerchief to his pocket and leaving the room.