bleh.

[schmerica]

Man, I am all out of the soda and salty junk food I bought myself to get through my period. Sad! And now I'm at the point where I'm not in much pain, except for how my head feels tight and I want to cry for no reason.

So, uh. You know. Anyone want to play comment tag with sentences or paragraphs of fic? Or do something else dorky and entertaining? I'm always up for Cliff/Shag/Marry. Or screencaps! Whatever.

*cuddles kitten sullenly*

Comments

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

He nods, a little too quickly; he feels completely off-balance here.

"You can unbutton his fly now," Clara says.

Harry looks up and sees Ralph's face, the way he's staring at him, the way his fists are curled against the arms of the chair. He looks back down immediately and moves his hands to the front of Ralph's trousers.

[etben.livejournal.com]

Harry knows this - he's been where Ralph is, pinned to the chair by Clara's eyes, waiting and wanting and wanting to wait, wanting to see how long Clara will draw this out, how long she can hold back. Harry's been the man in the chair, staring down at the stark pale of hands on dark trousers. He knows what it feels like, the awkward backwards fumble of someone else's fingers opening his trousers, the way familiar actions feel entirely different when he isn't in control, the relief (only it isn't relief, not in any way that matters) of fabric pushed aside.

When he's done, though, and staring at Ralph's cock, he has to pause, because this - this is different, unfamiliar, impossible.

This, he doesn't know at all.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

<3<3<3

I'm going to be leaving for long day of traveling soon, and then I'm going to be HOME for HOLIDAYS, complete with parents, grandparents and little sister, so I'm not sure how long it will take me to tag you back. But, bwee!