buhWAH!
That's a honey, P-C.
'Potential'
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
buhWAH!
That's a honey, P-C.
Variations on an earlier theme, one I did for "knots". Adults only.
Game, Redux
"Let me up."
"No way, honey. Not for a while yet."
He's not touching her. He's just looking at her, circling the bed. He's got every weapon, every advantage: she's naked, he's not. She's bound, he's free. Most of all, she agreed to this.
She wants to squirm, and there's no defense against those eyes of his. No squirming, she tells herself. He doesn't need an extra advantage.
"Let me up." She tries to bite back the words. It seems she can't. Damn it. Damn it.
"No." He circles the bed. "Not yet. I like you just where you are."
Oh my. I think I lost the power of speech.
Deb, you should make these drabbles an ongoing serial.
t swoons
t wants things can't have
t tries to distract self via bill-paying
t fails
wants things can't have
Two words: Colin. Firth.
Steph, it'll be interesting, seeing if I can match those up to whatever a given weekly theme is.
But I do like writing erotica of this kind. Tres amusant.
There is one drabble that's refusing to let me write it. This is not it:
The wind tugs hard on her cloak. She doesn't consider stepping downwind out of the billowing smoke. She knows how that will look, and people are watching her just as much as they're watching the sooty flames, and they watch her with more anticipation.
The wind is a good thing. It's sharp enough against her face to steal any tears, and has frozen her expression suitably grim.
She fears returning to the peace of her own room, where her façade of appropriateness will collapse, so for now she stands and faces the pyre silently, her mother's ash stinging her eyes.
Based on recent (but not today or last night, luckily) experiences of drunk ~ dead. Plus, religion, always good to poke fun at. Good-naturedly, of course
t drabble
Lazarus groaned in pain, and slowly opened one eye to the glaring sunlight. Great. He must have passed out on the ground again. With one mother of a hangover, too. He seriously needed to stop drinking wine.
Ouch. Oh man, his head hurt. He took another look around, and blearily wondered why he had attracted such a large crowd. Hadn't they seen a drunk before? Hell, hadn't they seen HIM drunk before?
Wait a sec... was that... Jesus? His old pal Jesus? What the hell was he doing here?
"Jesus? Is that... you? What's...?"
"Dude... you so don't wanna know."
Hee hee, NC.
Also, ita: Dude. I like it.
Anybody who's interested in my current project can read part of it at [link] Be reasonably kind and don't steal the parts you like, is all I ask. :)
Whoa. Lazarus!
ita, that made me smell smoke.