wow, sexy. I need a beta who gets the whole "Homicide" thing. I've written some stuff, but I'm not sure if I wanna keep it in. Um, so to speak.

LJ, this is looking very tasty.

erika, e me with it.

OK, I just didn't want to force you into it. I know you do other things. Insent in a minute, then.

Fay, Fay, Fay, Fay. ItS was awesome. I loved it. I stayed at work till 7 pm to finish reading it, b/c I didn't want to interrupt my reading to come home. I don't generally read HP fic, I didn't think anyone could sell me Draco/Harry, I should have known a Buffista would prove me wrong.

I like your beginning, LJ. I have to follow the link and read the other bit, now.

edit: reread, and yes, it is good.

Ok, this is the first part of the scene that I was struggling with earlier
Kay's POV:Thanks Deb, for the beta read.

I'm not the sort of woman who gives much thought to dreams. They are either about my cases Oh, God, what am I missing? as I prowl through a dream crime scene, looking for some little bit of hair or other evidence that I swear I just saw...the Nightmare, veteran detectives call it, cause we all have it sometimes. But when lots of cases are in the black, I sleep better. Or there are the ones about cigars and tunnels...I never talk much about those, to the squad's disappointment.

But this one was a lot more vivid. Especially since I never expected to see more than a pink elephant or two. In the dream, I was in L.A. but also on the squadroom rooftop(You know how dreams do that, move time and space.) And Munch and I had the conversation we had in real life, but I wasn't surprised by the kiss, in fact I was looking forward to it pretty hard. There was more chemistry than in real life, and soon we are making out and he bites my lip. "Ow, hon, be careful, willya?" I say,"I'm not Felicia, into all that rough stuff."

I feel the ridges on his face, and, instead of freaking, like in real life, I want to touch them again, like they are beautiful. He waits and I take my hair off my neck. I know what he is and what he wants it that way for and I do it...I fucking look forward to it, like there's nothing I would rather do. In the dream, I feel the first soft nibble...then I wake up, sweating, heart pounding a mile a minute in my chest. God, that was close...it'd be so easy to give in._more-

And what scares me is, it didn't feel like weakness. It felt like pleasure. I touch the pulse at the base of my neck. My jugular vein, I make myself think, to bring myself back to the ME's office or anything but the thought of teeth ripping flesh as pleasant. But for a moment, it hits me. My life is hard.It felt good to be swept along by something I didn't try to control.Even in the hospital, all I wanted was to beat the odds, show how quickly I could be back and better than ever, and wipe the concerned looks off everybody's faces. It gave me strength, but it wasn't exactly restful.

I put my clothes back on and head back over to Caritas. It's almost deserted, but Lorne is there cleaning up."Didn't expect to see you so soon. Even if you are an undiscovered talent."
He puts chairs on tables and doesn't look at me. Usually, when I show up somewhere unexpected, I've got hardware, to make people look at me, make 'em talk. Here I got nothing, especially if my suspicions about Lorne's preferences are correct...he's not interested in my hair, except to find out if it's natural, or who my colorist is. He's not interested in my chest, except to see if Oxford shirts are back in again, like I care anyway.
I blush, duck my head a little. "It was the liquor, huh? You're here late." I say, giving the last part the standard detective inflection. I look him over, but I may have found the one creature impervious to eyefucking...his appearance is just too distracting, and the usual cues, like blushing or turning pale, are for shit. He is still as green as I felt a few hours ago, and still seems happy and cheerful to a degree I'dve thought not found outside a bottle. "What's your secret, Creature Man?" I'd like to ask. But I'm like interrupting, and I don't have the City of Balmer backing me up. I start to back away discreetly, but to my surprise, the big green guy takes one of the chairs he flipped over and puts it on the floor again. "Lucky for you, my dogs started barking, huh?"
-more-

"Talent? No, I was feeling sloppy and slutty cause I'd had too much to drink. And a little sentimental, maybe. I wouldn't call it talent. Embarrassing, it's more like."
"Nuh uh. Liquor may amplify sensuality, before ruining it in those it captures(fine talk for a bar owner, but I'm nothing if not honest, right, peaches) But it can't give you what you don't have, sweetie. Except, in your portions, a real mother of a headache. But you didn't come here for mothering did you?" His eyes are still friendly, but sharp. Whatever he is, he's not a dumb one. Actually, if he wasn't so green, and, well, flaming, he would remind me of Stanley. He takes up space like the Big Man, anyway. Changes his shirts a lot more often, I'd guess, but you can look at Stan's without wearing sunglasses, huh?

Ooh, Erika, I knew you'd do a dream sequence justice, and I was right. That's wonderful.

I look him over, but I may have found the one creature impervious to eyefucking...his appearance is just too distracting, and the usual cues, like blushing or turning pale, are for shit.

Damn, Erika... I love the way that Kay and Lorne play off each other.

But for a moment, it hits me. My life is hard.It felt good to be swept along by something I didn't try to control.

Well-captured. We've seen this happen to both Buffy and Angel, and we've seen where it can lead. Plus, happens to all of us. ::sigh:: I think renting H:LOTS is going to be a New Year's resolution.