Stupid People? Not even them...just Radio K-fucked, playing the greatest hits from my self-image demons.Why must they use a poor maiden so(although I doubt somebody who's paid as much attention to dick jokes as I have recently can claim much maiden-ness.)

LJ, I know Charmed better than I'd like other people to know I do, and I think you got both characters down pretty close to perfect. I'm with Deena a bit on the suddenness of the togetherness-getting, but otherwise your dialog and actions for Chris and Connor ring very true for me.

LJ, much the same reaction as Deena -- I found Chris an interesting character even if I'm not familiar with the series. But too much too fast on the slash part -- it doesn't feel supported, or long enough when it arrives, at least for me.

“No, nothing like that...my father, well it just wasn’t done...we had certain standards, as Watchers.”

I crossed the room,so we were standing face to face. As I threw the book I’d been reading on the couch, I thought I heard him gasp. Wow, Howard, really living on the edge with this one. “I guess he was worried you’d fall in with a bad influence...the kind of girl who’d come up to your room to study so she could...do this.” And I gave him a little kiss, but warm and wet.

“Oh, dear Lord. But that wouldn’t happen at my school...it was a boys’ school.”

”Not with a girl, you mean, right?”

And I thought I felt him responding. You better get back to Balmer fast, kiddo, I thought to myself, before all of your instincts completely turn to shit.

“No, it isn’t that. It was lovely...”And he backed up some.

”But?” I kept myself from feeling rejected by making a witness of him. I’d done it before.

“Someone could come in any time...and I just got out of a relationship. With another redhead, actually.”

“So it’s not that I’m not pretty enough.”

“Hardly.”

”Good, cause I’m sure you can tell by now, I’m not an English rose, huh?”

“I’d noticed,” he said. He had a nice smile. He should use it sometime. Listen to me, griping that somebody else doesn’t smile enough. After I’ve been in the Sun twice as “grim-faced” Detective Howard. Well, excuse me if it’s not a fashion show out there. (Pembleton looks like a pallbearer for the IRS sometimes, and nobody says boo. But you didn’t follow me out here to talk about that.)My job is hard, and sad, and ugly.It doesn’t seem the place to be flashing the pearly whites But I have a feeling Wes’ sadness goes deeper than that. Deeper than a knees-up with his bunkies, or a roll in the hay with me. I’m good, but I’m not that good.

“But there is something I must tell you.”he says, and it’s true that he looks like he’ll die if he doesn’t spill his guts right that minute. He looks like Timmy, which kind of makes me feel sisterish, not slutty. Damn it. “Knock yourself out. Not that I could possibly have any more fun than I already am."

Erika, you just continue to amaze me. What great characters you've got doing believable and interesting things.

I just posted a story in my lj. It's a backup for the valentine's ficathon I just did. It's Angel/Lindsey, but not really about them.

you know a story is good when you want to find out what happens next.

Thanks for your comments, everyone. I think where I went wrong before is falling for the badfic thing where chemistry always has to take the paint off the walls.Which has never really happened to me, honestly, even though it's fun to read and write about(not the badfic ones) These aren't those people.

Deena, great story! I posted a comment in your lj.

Me too.

Thanks and thanks! I'm glad you guys liked it.