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[bubosquared]

Hate training days.

Am ignoring various kernuffles.

Kill. Me. Now.

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[rsadelle]

Fridays suck. I always wake up early, there's never anyone to talk to at work, and there's never any new fic in my inbox.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

I'd write you something, since Becks, Posh and Ginger have been in my head all day, but so far, all they've done is argue. Bitches.

[rsadelle]

I see nothing wrong with that. Arguing celebs is good. But it's almost time to go to class anyway.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

And it's almost time for me to go home. Maybe by the time I'm back from my parents, they'll have progressed to the actual sex part of the threesome.

[rsadelle]

Sex is always good, says the woman who read BritneySmut at work.

drabble?

[likeahiphopsong.livejournal.com]

Kill. Me. Now.

This is my best effort, man.


Chris felt someone approaching, but didn't turn. He attempted to continue reading, but the warmth of a body inches away was distracting. He read the same sentence four times before he felt movement again. Chris shivered at the prickle of stubble against his neck. Damp breath caressed his skin, followed by the pressure of a tongue tracing a pattern just below the neckline of his t-shirt. Slow kisses were pressed against Chris's flushed skin, up his neck to his ear.

"Busy?" Justin whispered.

Chris considered saying yes, but Justin sucked at his neck and Chris moaned instead, dropping the book.

Re: drabble?

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Um. Wow. Well, that worked!