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!

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Ties that Bind

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Ties that Bind
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2
Category: PWP. The OLD kind of PWP, as in, Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: There's a teeny bit of angst at the beginning, but mostly it's an excuse to get Duo into handcuffs. And out of everything else. *leers*
Blood type: A -
Disclaimer: Once, in a desperate fit of lust, I kidnapped the G-boys and held them hostage. It occurred to me that I could get quite a ransom for them. So I wrote up a ransom note, gave it to them, and sent them back to their owners. I'm still waiting on a reply.
Author's Notes: This is my first lemon (for the sake of lemon, anyway.) I don't believe I wrote it. >_< I'm extremely nervous about it, since everything in it is either secondhand experience or the result of a hard-working imagination... I, um, will be in California if anyone wants me.

That evening saw the return of two weary, bruised and subdued pilots to the shabby, half-abandoned apartment that served as their 'safehouse' for this mission. Neither of them said a word as Duo dropped the duffle bag of explosives onto the couch, and Heero made a token check of the surroundings. When at last he went to lock the door and returned to the living room, Duo broke the silence.
"Well, we can chalk that one up to a big, fat 'mission failed,' " he said, and his voice was hoarse with exhaustion and bitterness.
Heero heard the self-recrimination in his partner's voice and went to sit beside Duo on the couch. "Duo, it wasn't your fault," he said quietly.
Duo turned to face him, and the smile on his face was thin and sardonic. "Oh?" he challenged. "Then whose fault was it?"
Heero was silent.
His smile twisted. "I seem to recall that I was the one who panicked," he reminded Heero.
"Duo..." Heero started.
"Well?" Duo demanded, jumping off the couch to glare down at his partner. "Aren't you going to scream and cuss at me for screwing up royally? For blowing our cover? For landing us into a fuckin' firefight?"