Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

Comments

Re: The Oedipus Quandary

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

under his breath.
Trowa suddenly sat up straighter, glaring at his blond lover through narrowed eyes. "Why do you always insist on topping, anyway?" he demanded. "Have you ever tried being on bottom for a change?"
Quatre bit his lip, fiddling with the sheet in his lap. "Well... not actually..." he muttered.
"Right," Trowa snorted. "All right, that does it. No way am I playing second fiddle to your bow any longer! If you want any nookie at all from now on, you have to agree to catch my pitch at least once!"
"Trowa!" Quatre protested, looking torn. Obviously the threat of abstinance was a potent one. "How could you say that?"
Trowa crossed his arms stubbornly. "You don't like me having older-man flashbacks, well, that's fine. You'll have to let me top for a change. Besides, what are you so afraid of?"

The room was filled with the strained pants and the rhythmic grunts of a pair having sex, interspersed with the occasional whispered comment.
"That's it, Trowa... just like that..."
"Oh, yes... feels so good..."
"Unnngh... harder! Faster!"
"Oh, yes, Quatre, yes!"
Their pace increased, the springs on the bed squeaking in protest to the harsh treatment it was being given, as the young, auburn-haired man thrust into the willing body beneath him, rising to meet each thrust. Harder, faster, their rhythym increased, until finally the end came with a shout.
"God -- Quatre!" Trowa called out, releasing his seed into his lover and collapsing on top of him. He barely registered when, a moment later, the blond man beneath him spasmed in the grip of his climax and also screamed out a name.
"Aaaah... FATHER!"



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