trinityofone (
trinityofone) wrote2006-03-04 07:32 pm
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Love, lift me out of these blues.
•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.
•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.
•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.
•Now to the microwave, away!
•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.
•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.
•Now to the microwave, away!
Understanding
Sheppard was on his knees. His hands were on Lorne’s hips. His hands on him, where he’d grabbed him, grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. Lorne’d been surprised. He’d hit his head.
Sheppard’s head was bobbing up and down, up and down.
His hand, Sheppard’s hair: and with effort Lorne stopped its downward plunge; fingers formed a fist as his hips thrust forward into Sheppard’s hands, Sheppard’s mouth.
Lorne bit his lip, bloodied it.
Sheppard stood, licking his lips. “I trust we have an understanding,” he said. “Major.”
Re: Understanding
Also, I didn't want to break into the DH-in-Atlantis thread you've got going with