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yakalskovich) wrote2009-07-06 10:04 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2009-07-06 10:04 pm
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28 flavours -- Morningstar Manor edition
Drabbles, as requested by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
essayel and athousanderrors:
Warning: PG-13 for seriously misleading your dirty minds
Visible
"No matter how amazing, or how deeply shocking, it's not visible on the outside," Aunti Gert had said. Auntie Gert was lots more sensible about these things than his own mum was, and she didn't laugh that Ricky hadn't been with a girl at fifteen. She was the only one who could talk sense into Marlene, as well.
The girls name was Jenna; she played the flute and wore long skirts from the thrift store in the village. At the high school, she despised the cheerleaders as much as they despised her. Ricky had been over to her place to watch the 'X-Files' because mom and Auntie Ginny had declared TV free month on the farm, and that was when it had happened. Mulder had ranted on unheeded while they got busy with each other.
When Ricky got home, it was really late, and only Auntie Gert was still about, doing smelly things with her demijohns of elderberry wine in the kitchen. He snuck in, and she grinned at him. "I guess you finally did the deed," she said.
Ricky gaped, open-mouth.
"Or is it suddenly fashionable to wear your t-shirt inside-out?"
So Precious
"Oh fuck fuck fuckety fuck!" Andras was saying.
He was on his knees, out of breath, cowering so low that his bare tackle brushed the carpet.
"Oh, fuck me in chocolate!!"
He pressed to the ground, stretching to his utmost, his nipples rubbing almost painfully against the rough texture of the carpet.
One inch more -- one more -- half an inch -- YESSSS!!!!
Andras's finger closed around the SD chip of yesterday's shoot that had dropped to the floor and bouncd underneath the art deco dresser. Then he got up again, drawing his disarranged kimono closed again.
essayel and athousanderrors:Warning: PG-13 for seriously misleading your dirty minds
Visible
"No matter how amazing, or how deeply shocking, it's not visible on the outside," Aunti Gert had said. Auntie Gert was lots more sensible about these things than his own mum was, and she didn't laugh that Ricky hadn't been with a girl at fifteen. She was the only one who could talk sense into Marlene, as well.
The girls name was Jenna; she played the flute and wore long skirts from the thrift store in the village. At the high school, she despised the cheerleaders as much as they despised her. Ricky had been over to her place to watch the 'X-Files' because mom and Auntie Ginny had declared TV free month on the farm, and that was when it had happened. Mulder had ranted on unheeded while they got busy with each other.
When Ricky got home, it was really late, and only Auntie Gert was still about, doing smelly things with her demijohns of elderberry wine in the kitchen. He snuck in, and she grinned at him. "I guess you finally did the deed," she said.
Ricky gaped, open-mouth.
"Or is it suddenly fashionable to wear your t-shirt inside-out?"
So Precious
"Oh fuck fuck fuckety fuck!" Andras was saying.
He was on his knees, out of breath, cowering so low that his bare tackle brushed the carpet.
"Oh, fuck me in chocolate!!"
He pressed to the ground, stretching to his utmost, his nipples rubbing almost painfully against the rough texture of the carpet.
One inch more -- one more -- half an inch -- YESSSS!!!!
Andras's finger closed around the SD chip of yesterday's shoot that had dropped to the floor and bouncd underneath the art deco dresser. Then he got up again, drawing his disarranged kimono closed again.
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