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I'm in Sydney now :)
Staying at Nana's for the weekend for my cousin's 21st. This morning I woke up early for me, went for driving practice out to Tuggers. I hate the stupid Woolworths out there. Then went to uni for a boring lecture, and hung out with Phoebe, her friend Gwynn (sic), Anna and Chris for a while, but had to leave early. Packed up and drove the manual for 2 hours on the way here, yay! Trying to organise to see Colin on Sunday, we'll see how that goes.
Pimping the Flashfic-a-thon some more. 16 participants so far, which is actually pretty big, more than I was expecting. Yay!
Link of the day is another rec. This one's Clex fandom. All I Do, and those who know me will know why I love it--it's linked to one of my all-time favourite movies, Singing in the Rain. Cute sappy fluff, rated G.
Pics of the day: Monaboyd kick. Usually I'm not a Monaboyd fan, but look! pretty. I wrote a Pyro/Iceman pure smut fic, which is below that. Loosely based on Spuffy.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Warning: SMUT AHEAD
Toreador
They glared at each other in the burnt-out apartment room, a stand-off of sorts. The bull and the toreador, the latter with a smirk on his face that was enraging, intolerable, in spite of chattering teeth. The sounds of battle and dripping water echoed, blended together, faded away as they stood firm. Waiting for the next round.
Blue eyes pierced brown, fire and ice reversed. The brown eyes were cold, dead, in a pale face; the blue eyes burned with anger and pain and knowledge. Old sentiments resurfaced, and the sight was not unmoving. Brown eyes registered a spark.
That was all it took to bridge the gap. Warm lips smashed into cold, hands through hair, grasping at leather uniform, forceful, passion and violence intertwined. Leather slapped against an icy wall, shoved back, tongues pushing, pulled apart reluctantly for only a moment for a shirt to pass. Uniform unzipped, finally skin hit skin, all burning. Steam rose from the ice on the walls, the floor; hot misted breath rose from their conjoined lips.
The sound of a zip, and hot mouth left cold. A moment later the heat hit somewhere more sensitive. Blue eyes snapped open, cold breath hitched, gasped. Leather-clad hips thrust forward. The heat was intense, unbearable white heat. Unbearable. Fantastic.
The heard it at the same time, the silence. Downstairs, the battle was done.
Pyro glanced up, and the spark left his eyes to reside in Iceman’s once again. He stumbled towards the door, grabbed his shirt and ran.
Bobby’s tears froze before they could fall.
Staying at Nana's for the weekend for my cousin's 21st. This morning I woke up early for me, went for driving practice out to Tuggers. I hate the stupid Woolworths out there. Then went to uni for a boring lecture, and hung out with Phoebe, her friend Gwynn (sic), Anna and Chris for a while, but had to leave early. Packed up and drove the manual for 2 hours on the way here, yay! Trying to organise to see Colin on Sunday, we'll see how that goes.
Pimping the Flashfic-a-thon some more. 16 participants so far, which is actually pretty big, more than I was expecting. Yay!
Link of the day is another rec. This one's Clex fandom. All I Do, and those who know me will know why I love it--it's linked to one of my all-time favourite movies, Singing in the Rain. Cute sappy fluff, rated G.
Pics of the day: Monaboyd kick. Usually I'm not a Monaboyd fan, but look! pretty. I wrote a Pyro/Iceman pure smut fic, which is below that. Loosely based on Spuffy.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Warning: SMUT AHEAD
Toreador
They glared at each other in the burnt-out apartment room, a stand-off of sorts. The bull and the toreador, the latter with a smirk on his face that was enraging, intolerable, in spite of chattering teeth. The sounds of battle and dripping water echoed, blended together, faded away as they stood firm. Waiting for the next round.
Blue eyes pierced brown, fire and ice reversed. The brown eyes were cold, dead, in a pale face; the blue eyes burned with anger and pain and knowledge. Old sentiments resurfaced, and the sight was not unmoving. Brown eyes registered a spark.
That was all it took to bridge the gap. Warm lips smashed into cold, hands through hair, grasping at leather uniform, forceful, passion and violence intertwined. Leather slapped against an icy wall, shoved back, tongues pushing, pulled apart reluctantly for only a moment for a shirt to pass. Uniform unzipped, finally skin hit skin, all burning. Steam rose from the ice on the walls, the floor; hot misted breath rose from their conjoined lips.
The sound of a zip, and hot mouth left cold. A moment later the heat hit somewhere more sensitive. Blue eyes snapped open, cold breath hitched, gasped. Leather-clad hips thrust forward. The heat was intense, unbearable white heat. Unbearable. Fantastic.
The heard it at the same time, the silence. Downstairs, the battle was done.
Pyro glanced up, and the spark left his eyes to reside in Iceman’s once again. He stumbled towards the door, grabbed his shirt and ran.
Bobby’s tears froze before they could fall.
