Memes and Smut
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misscamHad excellent birthday celebrations over the last two days. Thanks for all congrats, well-wishes, gifts (whee) and other amusements :) You're all adorable and Honourary Norwegians ;)
Memes spotted around:
You name three characters. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.(Alternately, you could choose three of my livejournal friends, but the thought of axing one of you makes me hurt slightly.)
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
*****
She awakens to his kisses; light touches of fire on her skin, tracing a path down her back. He has pushed her bed covers down to expose her skin, but the room is warm and she does not care. She feels almost exposed, naked under his touch even lying on her stomach, but strangely, she does not feel afraid. She trusts him.
It is morning; she can sense sunlight, but keeps her eyes closed. A few rays must be streaking into the room and falling across her bed, feeling warm against her eyelids. Her hair is tickling her shoulders, her sheets are soft against her breasts. She feels aware, but not awake. As if this is a living dream, not quite real, not quite a fantasy.
He slips a finger across the base of her back, a touch lighter than a feather. She can feel his gaze on her, touching her as surely as his hands, making a different kind of love to her. Last night was greed and need for both. Now he is slow; savouring, exploring, cherising.
It is an odd word in her mind, but she cannot think of another. There is cherish in his touches, his kisses, his looks. Cherish. So near love, but she dares not think of that. Not yet.
He leans down and she feels his breath across her cheek, smelling slightly of something she has not yet identified, but has learned is simply him. He tucks her hair away, but still she does not open her eyes, listening to his breath and her heartbeats. A strange rhythm, but it feels almost like a song in her blood.
"Good morning," he whispers, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She parts her lips slightly, pressing a kiss against his fingerprint. He makes a deep sound in his throat; a sound her body remembers and responds to.
She lifts herself up, her breasts pressing against his naked chest as she locks her mouth to his, kissing him deeply as the echo of the passion the night before becomes a roar in her mind. Her cheeks feel ablaze, almost sore from the night before. But the pleasure eats the pain away, until the pleasure becomes a pain, a deep ache within her. He wraps a leg around her, pushing her even closer, his fingers stroking her hair oddly gentle compared to the intensity of his kiss. This is him. Gentle and intense, dark and light, lover and colleague. He fits her, in all ways.
She arches against him, the sunlight now within her, burning her to a crisp. Every touch is a torture too much, a pleasure too little. She braids her fingers into his, not sure if it was his heartbeat or hers pounding faster and faster in her head until it becomes a surge of light and silence and she feels nothing and everything at once. She barely feels her body greet his release, but she hears the name he whispers. Her name.
She is not sure if she drifts off to sleep for a moment or not, but she suddenly realises he has tucked the covers back over them without her noticing. She rests her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeats against her cheeks. He is soft beneath her and she wonders if she can rest in him forever, safe, embraced, cherished.
"Stay for breakfast?" she asks.
"Yes," he replies softly, tracing circles and patterns on her back. She lifts herself up and meets his gaze, knowing what she'll see.
It is going to be another warm, sunlit day in Las Vegas. But for now, it is still morning and all dreams have not yet faded. Still time to rest - for a little while.
"Good."
******
ETA: Cam wails bad CSI fic.
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misscam so sad... she did all my pairings, too
lotus79 heh. "Get off my side! You make my side look bad!"
misscam Get off my smut! You make my smut read bad!
lotus79 rofl
misscam That should so be an icon
Memes spotted around:
You name three characters. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.(Alternately, you could choose three of my livejournal friends, but the thought of axing one of you makes me hurt slightly.)
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
*****
She awakens to his kisses; light touches of fire on her skin, tracing a path down her back. He has pushed her bed covers down to expose her skin, but the room is warm and she does not care. She feels almost exposed, naked under his touch even lying on her stomach, but strangely, she does not feel afraid. She trusts him.
It is morning; she can sense sunlight, but keeps her eyes closed. A few rays must be streaking into the room and falling across her bed, feeling warm against her eyelids. Her hair is tickling her shoulders, her sheets are soft against her breasts. She feels aware, but not awake. As if this is a living dream, not quite real, not quite a fantasy.
He slips a finger across the base of her back, a touch lighter than a feather. She can feel his gaze on her, touching her as surely as his hands, making a different kind of love to her. Last night was greed and need for both. Now he is slow; savouring, exploring, cherising.
It is an odd word in her mind, but she cannot think of another. There is cherish in his touches, his kisses, his looks. Cherish. So near love, but she dares not think of that. Not yet.
He leans down and she feels his breath across her cheek, smelling slightly of something she has not yet identified, but has learned is simply him. He tucks her hair away, but still she does not open her eyes, listening to his breath and her heartbeats. A strange rhythm, but it feels almost like a song in her blood.
"Good morning," he whispers, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She parts her lips slightly, pressing a kiss against his fingerprint. He makes a deep sound in his throat; a sound her body remembers and responds to.
She lifts herself up, her breasts pressing against his naked chest as she locks her mouth to his, kissing him deeply as the echo of the passion the night before becomes a roar in her mind. Her cheeks feel ablaze, almost sore from the night before. But the pleasure eats the pain away, until the pleasure becomes a pain, a deep ache within her. He wraps a leg around her, pushing her even closer, his fingers stroking her hair oddly gentle compared to the intensity of his kiss. This is him. Gentle and intense, dark and light, lover and colleague. He fits her, in all ways.
She arches against him, the sunlight now within her, burning her to a crisp. Every touch is a torture too much, a pleasure too little. She braids her fingers into his, not sure if it was his heartbeat or hers pounding faster and faster in her head until it becomes a surge of light and silence and she feels nothing and everything at once. She barely feels her body greet his release, but she hears the name he whispers. Her name.
She is not sure if she drifts off to sleep for a moment or not, but she suddenly realises he has tucked the covers back over them without her noticing. She rests her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeats against her cheeks. He is soft beneath her and she wonders if she can rest in him forever, safe, embraced, cherished.
"Stay for breakfast?" she asks.
"Yes," he replies softly, tracing circles and patterns on her back. She lifts herself up and meets his gaze, knowing what she'll see.
It is going to be another warm, sunlit day in Las Vegas. But for now, it is still morning and all dreams have not yet faded. Still time to rest - for a little while.
"Good."
******
ETA: Cam wails bad CSI fic.
misscam so sad... she did all my pairings, toolotus79 heh. "Get off my side! You make my side look bad!"misscam Get off my smut! You make my smut read bad!lotus79 roflmisscam That should so be an icon
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Date: 2005-02-22 02:49 am (UTC)OK, Snape, Granger, and Potter (you pick which)
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
Bugger. It's not all that creative, but I like it.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
Don't know... anything I wanted to know I've probably already asked you.
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:12 am (UTC)2. Umm... "Damn it all to hell!" or "Great Oden's raven!" Hee.
3. ...I don't know. Judging from what I read above, I'd say... 'how do you write so well?'. :-D
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:25 am (UTC)Drat. Well, I'll shag Harry, marry Snape and push Hermione, who will undoubtedly come up with a spell to make her fly on the way down.
:P:P
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:27 am (UTC)That second one is great. I often say "Oh my Odin" or "Great Allfather" myself ;)
Suck-up :P:P
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:42 am (UTC)I think I'd shag Snape and marry Harry, myself.
The man's totally fuckable, but I'll be buggered if I'd try living eith him! Then again Harry's teenage angst would get old after a while. But hopefully he will grow out of that.
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:50 am (UTC)2) Favourite swear-words: Holy Shit! Holy Tinfoil! Holy Valpolicella! (And, no, that doesn't make sense. Yes, I am odd sometimes.)
3) Have you ever considered writing F/É smut?
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:54 am (UTC)I still laugh at Papa Bear's "Why that pin-headed fiddle brain!" from one of the Bernstein Bears books. Just because it was the stupidest insult I ever heard and the characters in the book scolded him for name-calling. Ah, children's books... ^_^;
Do you ever get frustrated by reviews that have some good criticisms, but are worded to be rather condescending?
Lovely snippet.
Date: 2005-02-22 08:16 am (UTC)Viggo Mortensen
William Petersen
Favorite phrase--"Jesus H. Christ on a rusted pogo stick!"
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:28 am (UTC)Alan Rickman (I would shag him)
Marton Csokas (I wuold shag him...)
O_O...damn I should have given some negative options
GodamnsunnuvabitchteethgrindingwannabeomnipotentRETARD!!!
*smiles* And yes...that was two in one. Something I say a lot actually as your inventive curse, as well as a curse to the choice about pushing someone off a cliff.
~Vana E~
(ps: Happy belated birthday...left something for you in my lj as a small pressie ;) )
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:29 am (UTC)You name three characters. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.(Alternately, you could choose three of my livejournal friends, but the thought of axing one of you makes me hurt slightly.)
Melkor, The Witch-wall & Tom Bombadil. *sniggers*
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
Hmm... I'm afraid I'm not that much in to swearing. I do the occasional "shit" and "fuck" but that's about it.
Oh, I also do absurd Monty Python references that make my friends that have not even heard of Monty Python look at me in a most amusing way.
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!"
Hee!
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
How do you prepare for those long stories of yours? ( like OFUM, Nocturne etc. etc.) Do you make it up as you write along or do you take time preparing?
I'm afraid it's mostly preparation and research for me. I simply must know everything possible about the things I'm writing about, otherwise it keeps bothering me and makes it impossible to write until I check things up.
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:58 am (UTC)2. Can't say that I have one. I've always wanted to use, "May goats piss on your grave," though. ^^;
3. Do you tend to use outlines?
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:10 am (UTC)2: 'Krijg de tering' (transl: 'get tuberculosis'). Most Dutch people know this one so it's not very inventive. But you can wait 'till I get really pissed off for more interesting terminology. ^^'
3: How do you deal with writers block?
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:12 am (UTC)Second meme: Dakash yatal myrcashata zeevite, ilhrata dagyo tuvunani! Jambro kletal, thuyac chambal terwaenumbaripet! (Because, you know, it means that you can curse without swearing, and it sounds rude.)
Third meme: Why do you always hint at stuff, leave us wanting, and never explain what actually went on? (Reference to H.I.S.T.O.R.Y. and Those Were The Days classes in OFUM.)
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:21 am (UTC)I'm glad you had a lovely birthday!
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:56 am (UTC)fuck/marry/kill- brass, doc robbins, detective vega (i know- kinda evil)
my favorite curse- son of a cum-guzzling whore! not very creative, but very effective.
my writing question- how is it exactly that your writing is so frackin' good, yet english isn't even your only language?
*oh sigh*
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Date: 2005-02-22 11:58 am (UTC)2) Ready? Putain de bordel de merde ça va chier nom de Dieu de nom d'une couille!
3) Do you ever write while being drunk, and then giggle at the result? (I do it sometimes, it's incredibly funny and shameful when you read the results sober)
And your icon! TEH beautiful! It's Anke, isn't it? I love her stuff!
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Date: 2005-02-22 12:27 pm (UTC)Lucius Malfoy
Severus Snape
Celeborn...or Teleporno if you want to get particular...maybe even try Yogi from XXX ;)
See, my choice system sucks)
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Date: 2005-02-22 01:21 pm (UTC)If not, Lucius Malfoy, Aragorn, and Nigel Townsend. ;)
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Date: 2005-02-22 03:02 pm (UTC)I swear in Spanish. "Coño" y "Tu puta madre" are my most used ones.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me?
I think I've only read two of your stories... but now that I've even visited your site, I could ask: "Why waste time writting G/S when you could use all that talent to C/W?" ;)
By the way, I loved this story! So descriptive yet not graphic. So great.
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Date: 2005-02-22 03:54 pm (UTC)Unless he was too wrapped up in his weekly Nerd Magazine to notice. ;)
Hee. Confessed. :-D
Re: Lovely snippet.
Date: 2005-02-22 03:56 pm (UTC)AndOMGViggo. *drool* ;)
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 04:40 pm (UTC)If you have any knowledge of Discworld, Foul Ole Ron, CMOT Dibbler, and Sam Vimes would also be interesting.
As to swearing phrases, I'm quite fond of Foul Ole Ron's "Millenium Hand and Shrimp! Buggerit!" but in a pinch, "Maiar!" generally works. Long lists of random growls beginning with sch- are also fun.
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 05:32 pm (UTC)Yeah, that might be a danger, but I could always steal it from him. And snap naughty pictures of goings on in the lab at the same time. Ho hum.