By the way, here's a drabble of PWP to make up for not having smut for your birthday.
It was hot, always hot in the desert, but that moment it had never been hotter: Never in a heatwave, not even in a drought. Sticky and hot, sweat completely sheened across the skin, making the sand stick.
Clothes were becoming scarce, exposing tanned skin and olive skin. Although in actuality very little was bared to the air, pressed into the sand, against the walls and against each other. Gritty while slick, salty and dry.
Tongues battled against each other, hard, rough and with no thought of finesse. Their breaths were hot and short, laced with the scent of alcohol and the burning taste of stale saliva.
It wasn't worth wondering why they got into this situation. There would be years after these fleeting minutes in which that question would circulate their minds without answer.
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Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 09:50 pm (UTC)But more are always welcome :D
.... and. Why. Are. You. Still. Up?
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Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 10:30 pm (UTC)War might keep Nol up though. nudge-nudge.
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Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 11:10 pm (UTC)It was hot, always hot in the desert, but that moment it had never been hotter: Never in a heatwave, not even in a drought. Sticky and hot, sweat completely sheened across the skin, making the sand stick.
Clothes were becoming scarce, exposing tanned skin and olive skin. Although in actuality very little was bared to the air, pressed into the sand, against the walls and against each other. Gritty while slick, salty and dry.
Tongues battled against each other, hard, rough and with no thought of finesse. Their breaths were hot and short, laced with the scent of alcohol and the burning taste of stale saliva.
It wasn't worth wondering why they got into this situation. There would be years after these fleeting minutes in which that question would circulate their minds without answer.
............. Yeah it's shit, but still!
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Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007 11:18 pm (UTC)