Leon doesn’t understand why I don’t want to take a road trip with him and Jerome to see this awesome band we’ve all been crushing on musically for ages.
“Fuck it, Marty, you’re the only other one I trust to drive my car.”
“Oh, so you want to get wasted.” I frown at him; Leon has never stayed sober through an entire gig in his life. “I can’t drive your car home for you.” I’m sick of being that guy, but I don’t tell him that. “I can’t go.”
“Why not?”
I wish for the umpteenth time I could just
Thank you Lisa!
See, I also think the swearing is adorable - but clearly we're both really weird!
Oh... Marty has feelings alright. That's for damn sure. and Hrishi might even had feelings of his own... if only they'll stop being annoyed/disappointed/spiky with each other long enough for them to show...
It's about time Emmett got to be wicked, he's been such a good guy for so long.
We can hope, that since Jian's extended family is rather large, that one of them might reach out to him. but yes, their loss, though he will miss them.
nah, shifter sex isn't bestiality. Emmett's the same guy, regardless of his shape. Same thoughts, feelings and emotions.
No, mind blowing sex cannot solve all the problems in the world, but it can distract us from them, for a little while. nothing can be gained by curling up into a ball and crying all night, after all.
I'm so pleased I can still surprise you Jesse! Polar bear tongues are nice. Leave the deer alone though sweetie... unless he's a shifter, then go forth!
“Hey, Silas.” There was a silence down the other end of the line, and Emmett sighed. “It’s Emmett Garrick.”
“Emm! Sorry bro, I didn’t expect to hear from you. What’s up?”
Emmett smiled to himself. He had no illusions that though he and Silas were good friends, neither would hear from the other unless one of them needed something.
“How do you train a dog to pull in harness?”
The question sparked a dozen more from Silas, and Emmett almost ended up shouting in order to quiet his friend so he co
this might be the hardest I have ever laughed when reading a review! wonderful! Kiorl would be hugely pleased at being compared with drugs.
You'll survive, I promise.
They had arrived back through the West portal to find a message waiting for them, bearing instructions that Court was indeed in session, Kiorl was late, and he was expected to bring Lahja with him. The angel folded his arms across his chest and frowned.
“Why?”
“How should I know?” Kiorl huffed. “I can’t read minds, Lahja.”
Lahja took the paper from Kiorl fingers and smiled at the fluid shapes of Nassau’s handwriting.
“I thought he was your friend? Why is he demanding your company?
“He is, a
Thank you Jeff.
You're right in thinking they aren't a couple yet - they're just a couple of guys having great sex. whether they'll get there or not is an interesting topic.
I'm English, so Hrishi is Indian, not Native American.
I didn't think anyone still called Native American's or First Nations people "indians" any more - it's sort of derogatory I feel. and terribly confusing.
But yes, hot Native American guys rock, you'll find a few in my other stories.
My week is peppered with kisses, hurried frantic orgasms, lies, and detention. The library is sparsely populated by first years and girls with no social lives - or social lives which revolve around adoring the characters of various books and Japanese comics. I hate spending my time there, when I could be playing music and hanging out with my friends, but the upside is that none of my friends visit the library and Hrishi comes to find me in the stacks. We kiss between shelves of redundant sports