Yes she is...let's just say I've not been writing with my brain exactly. Enablers! I usually read stuff out loud before I post it...an editing instructor taught me to, little dreaming he would aid Forces of Porn, but I didn't this time. Thanks(blushes) Once again, new territory.ETA, lj is so excited by it, it went down on me.
'Heart Of Gold'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
lj is so excited by it, it went down on me.
Nah, nothing I could say would top that.
I remembered that as more exciting somehow... it has been a long time though...I made some edits and stuff...the same link should be good...I hope it's not, you know, some rambling word salad thing.
Holy CRAP, erika.
In a good way or a bad way? And it's All. Your.Fault. And well Joss' and Jane E. and that woman-hater Tom Fontana. And my piss-poor lovelife.
In a "hominahominahominahomina, someone hose 'em DOWN!" way.
Hot, girl. Basic high heat.
I mean, imagine would Buffy would say....
Yay! That's where I was aiming.
Well, if that's where the arrow was aimed, you hit it, whang! in the gold.
Good...I wasn't sure I could do it.But hey, no throbbing, quivering or writhing.
The more television rated version continues:
Munch strokes her hair like it's the winning lotto ticket he's always searching for, like it makes him a lucky guy. Even from Munch this is very flattering, she thinks, though she shouldn't think of him as " just Munch" now.
A few minutes later, Kay's buttons are askew, and he says "Honey?"
"What did I tell you?"
"OK, Kay, my friend, Detective Howard then. Do you trust me?"
"Considering you're headed for Nipple Country, I'm gonna say yeah. Unless you specialize in black-market heart-transplants."
"I wanted to but I couldn't hack the math requirement, Come with me, please."
"What are you up to now?" she asked.
"
And wreck the mystique? You know me better than that!" And he takes his tie off and wraps it around her eyes. "In case we're followed, babe. Privacy's harder to find than an honest suspect today."
"I'm not doing this,"
"What! You don't even know! Humor me, please."
So it's like every day at work, she thinks. "You're on your own if you wanna play Patty Hearst
"Is it wrong if I find your distrust strangely erotic?"
"You find pop-tarts strangely erotic," Kay pointed out.
"Make one cherry filling joke, you're a freak for life,"
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