"Yeah, you know, Legolas and his homies goin' all crazy in the 'hood," you try in your best American accent.
Ha! I can so hear Orli saying that.
You would swear they were blinking at you, on-off, on-off. Advertising, calling you in, come and get your Elijah here! The flirting gets less subtle.
That's a great image/metaphor. I just had one of those...damn, I wish i thought of that moments.
Dom and Billy are sitting across from you in the booth. At least they're not sucking face tonight (not yet, anyway), but they're moving with that weird couple rhythm you've been so fascinated with lately. You watch them laugh together at something Elijah says, then simultaneously pick up their beers and take gulps. Synchronized. How do they do that?
And you give us some wonderful Dom/Billy. I love you. :)
Not that it matters, because it's all just supposed to be a bit of fun. A bit of you're pretty, I'm pretty, you know I know you're pretty, let's just have a shag and get it over with, hey?
And this is what I love about your writing. That you can put certain things into simple words and it makes all the sense in the world. Something I CANNOT do.
You groan and trace imaginary patterns on the back of his shirt. Hey, shirt, and why the fuck is he still wearing that?
I just laughed out loud at this. That's all.
Your tongue darts out at a nipple, and damn if he doesn't squeal like a girl sometimes. You chuckle, and he would probably smack you if he weren't having so much trouble breathing just now.
*laughing again*
You contemplate teasing him a bit, drawing it out like he did to you, but he's gripping your bicep in a way that would draw blood if he had fingernails, so you take pity on the poor bloke.
Perfect use of a fandom cliche without hitting us over the head with it. I love this sentence :)
You look at his face. It's the picture of sleepy contentment. One of his eyes opens briefly, a flash of blue that isn't quite a wink. He falls asleep quickly.
Very nice image, this.
He has no right lying in your bed like that, so perfectly, like he belongs there. You close your eyes firmly, ignoring the little voice in your head that's possessively whispering "Mine."
*squee*
But being his second best isn't what you wanted. Not at all.
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Yes, I'm this far behind in my reading...
Date: 2002-12-19 11:48 pm (UTC)Ha! I can so hear Orli saying that.
You would swear they were blinking at you, on-off, on-off. Advertising, calling you in,
come and get your Elijah here! The flirting gets less subtle.
That's a great image/metaphor. I just had one of those...damn, I wish i thought of that moments.
Dom and Billy are sitting across from you in the booth. At least they're not sucking face tonight (not yet, anyway), but they're moving with that weird couple rhythm you've been so
fascinated with lately. You watch them laugh together at something Elijah says, then simultaneously pick up their beers and take gulps. Synchronized. How do they do that?
And you give us some wonderful Dom/Billy. I love you. :)
Not that it matters, because it's all just supposed to be a bit of fun. A bit of you're pretty, I'm pretty, you know I know you're pretty, let's just have a shag and get it over with, hey?
And this is what I love about your writing. That you can put certain things into simple words and it makes all the sense in the world. Something I CANNOT do.
You groan and trace imaginary patterns on the back of his shirt. Hey, shirt, and why the fuck is he still wearing that?
I just laughed out loud at this. That's all.
Your tongue darts out at a nipple, and damn if he doesn't squeal like a girl sometimes.
You chuckle, and he would probably smack you if he weren't having so much trouble breathing just now.
*laughing again*
You contemplate teasing him a bit, drawing it out like he did to you, but he's gripping your bicep in a way that would draw blood if he had fingernails, so you take pity on the poor bloke.
Perfect use of a fandom cliche without hitting us over the head with it. I love this sentence :)
You look at his face. It's the picture of sleepy contentment. One of his eyes opens briefly, a flash of blue that isn't quite a wink. He falls asleep quickly.
Very nice image, this.
He has no right lying in your bed like that, so perfectly, like he belongs there. You close your eyes firmly, ignoring the little voice in your head that's possessively whispering "Mine."
*squee*
But being his second best isn't what you wanted. Not at all.
EVIL TWIST! Wow, loved this. *standing ovation*