Pshaw. You're very good for my ego, love. You know how much I like your drabbles.

On a wholly different note, can I just say aaaaaaaargh wrt stories? Am writing a big-ass sequel to my Harry Potter story, and it's going to take forever because I've not been concentrating on it enough even though I've had the time - I've been ReaderGal rather than WriterGal, but I have so little chance to do either, during term time...anyway, my characters seem to be DETERMINED to do something I absolutely hadn't foreseen, which is fabulous of them, I'm rather shocked, but that's a good thing...only it's going to cause SO much misery. I don't know where it's going to take everything, I really don't, but I rather fear that at least one relationship is going to be wrecked. Sigh.

Oh, dear. Well - give them their heads and let them run. You can always rein them in if you need to later....

I'm pretty much standing over them shaking my finger and saying 'WTF? Are you crazy? How can good come of this?' whilst suspecting that this is exactly what they'd do. Stupid teenagers.

You know, I want them to be happy, and to Do The Right Thing. I really do. But they're showing this horrible inclination to just fuck things up in the messiest way possible. I'm trying to think of how I can fix it for them, and then thinking 'but now I'm just colluding with them to try to dig them out of their own mess, and that's making it fake. Shit happens. People screw up. Damn.'

...which really isn't something I could explain to most people in my life, with the whole 'it all being made up' thing.

You may not have much of a choice on this one, kiddo. The problem with the "I will control it! ALL of it!" method of writing is that, when it's wrong?

It's reeeeeeeeally wrong.

See, I like that they decided to do this unexpected thing that I didnt see coming, this Big Deal Mess With My Plans thing. But I'm still reeling.

missed cut-off time for Open on Sunday Drabble. Bugger. Here we are anyway: Lessons Challenge.

Chosen

Sometimes they wake up fucking, gasping: thighs between thighs; breath coming in gasps; eager fingers learning wet flesh; nipples painfully hard, raw from biting; neither of them knowing or caring who began.

Her mouth between Buffy's legs is a form of worship, her deft tongue diving in a wet point to wring helpless cries from Buffy's mouth.

Buffy always tried to teach her about caution, and duty, and restraint; Faith always tried to teach Buffy about risks, and pleasure, and claiming what is yours.

Want. Take. Have.

All along she has been offering herself. Want me. Take me. Have me.

I think my monitor just melted....

Fay made me horny.

Her drabble is like linoleum that way.

Wrod. But she knows that. I left it in her lj.

grins

Ah, my prose is like linoleum: cheap, quick to get dirty, easy to lay.

Or something. Glad you liked it - I thought it turned out a lot better than the Seeing Red one - tighter. By which, for once, I don't mean porn.