Thanks, Anne.

Are you sexually frustrated? Is your partner not 'getting it? Do you want to make them notice you? Well, read on, my friend, read on.

This one would probably make me want to read.

*shame*

My favorite went along the lines of "Draco needs blood to live. Literally." Made me snort tea.

Hey, vw, I've got some Sports Night and Firefly recs, if you're still looking for stuff to read.

Anne, I picked up on a couple of your recs for CSI, but as I don't ship the show, I didn't read some of them. Did you rec the one where Nick dies and calls Grissom from the dead ? Because I really liked that one.

metaquotes had a post from grammar_whores that I snarked at:

From the comments to a post in grammar_whores about misusing "literally":

gentlesatyr: About a race: "He's literally come back from the dead to win this one."

I know. That's such hyperbole. Everyone knows zombies can't do any better than a slow shuffle.

Yeah, I recced that one. That was a great little story.

Thanks, SA! I've bookmarked. Emily, I'm not here. Really. It's figment of your imagination.

Uh, oh. She's giving me a *look*

Latest LFN highlights:

This is when Nikita decided to be bold, take the bull by the horns as it where and kiss Michael, after all he was deep in sleep and would never know. Her spontaneous reaction to the tongue action would proof much more profitable than she would have imagined, for Michael whispered her name as her mouth descended on his.

“Tell me you don’t remember me,” He said, his voice a susurrus that melted her heart and as he intensified the kiss, a soft caress that disarmed her, Nikita constructed new memories.

His arms engulfed her, his lips devoured her, his lap was as hot and as hard as the hearth besides them, and she was melted butter in the man’s embrace.

She had been holding her face in her open palms and feeling his proximity quickly looked into his wonderful eyes, now the color of liquid silver.

“Mykholl,” She said and melted further into his embrace, “I may not remember, but I know that I do love you.”

Prince Michael forgot the CD that repeated the same loop, forgot the simple fare that sat warming in the oven, forgot the cautionary measures the physician had taken so far with Nikita’s mental health and picked his beloved up carrying her in his arms. Nikita closed her eyes, smiled an evil grin, and dissolved into the liquid feeling she was experiencing as she lay her on her bed.

Wow, that's some .... exciting lessons in physics! What with the melting and dissolving.

Sadly, the scene must end with dinner burning to a crisp in the oven, catching the house afire, and killing them both.

Sadly? Sadly?! Halle-freakin'-lujah, I should think.