Because I love to torture myself...
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ladydraceWhen you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
I must be out of my mind. I think I have about 50 WIP's... more if I count the small snippets and notes I have lying around. BUT! I could use something... inspiration-y. SO, here we go!
G/B:
1)
“Hey, Dad, have you seen my-.”
Julian and Garak jumped apart with shock and for a few seconds it was deadly quiet in the room. Had it not been for the two older men breathing rather heavily, they could have been mistaken for wax figures set up in a display of awkward family situations.
William's eyes seemed to grow in size, until he had an absurd look of surprise etched on his face, slack jawed and frozen on the threshold of the door. Finally, he blinked rapidly, closed his mouth and cleared his throat noisily.
“Ahem.... so... close friend, huh, Dad?!”
2)
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Taking a deep steadying breath, Garak pulled himself together, determined to get rid of his unwelcome guest.
“It means, doctor, that my thoughts are private, as are my quarters. And you are not welcome in either right now.”
3)
G: Are you being deliberately stupid doctor?!
B: No. I simply refuse to take advantage of my friends.
G: Even if it costs you your status, your life, your homeworld, or anyone you've ever loved?
B: I don't know. I can't say until the situation arose where I would even have to consider that choice.
G: Well then I can tell you right now doctor, that there is no choice. If you stand to lose everything, a simple concern for people's feelings becomes rather secondary.
B: And you would know of course.
4)
“So you 'do' like my beard then?”
Garak's voice dropped to a similar and completely alien tone of husky whispering.
“I confess. Yes I do.”
5)
“Oh no... Quick, hide me!”
Before Garak could reply, Bashir dove behind the counter and clutched his knees to his chest in an obvious attempt at making himself as small as possible.
“If they come in, don't tell them I'm here!”
Eyeridges raised about as high as they could go, Garak fought the urge to send the doctor a very questioning look. If the doctor was really hiding, then it would be no good alerting everyone to the fact that there was someone behind his counter. So he returned to folding and arranging the clothes.
6)
“Is that really all there is to it?”
“Well that depends what you're aiming at. For any Cardassian function that requires dancing, knowing three basic sets would be more than enough. However, if you wanted to impress anyone with your skill or even try and compete, you would of course learn much more advanced sets in many more combinations. And of course only the very professional dancers move on from hand-to-hand contact to more... intimate connections.”
7)
G: So Doctor. What challenges has the medical profession offered you this morning?
J: Nothing major really. A few routine checkups. A case of Bajoran fel pox. Oh and of course Ensign Hoffman's abortion.
G: She lost her child? Oh how tragic.
J: No, she had it removed.
G: I beg your pardon? I'm not quite sure I follow.
J: She didn't want the baby, so I terminated the pregnancy.
G: You terminated... that is to say, you killed that child, because she didn't want it?
8)
[turning to garak]
And you! I've had enough of you leading me round in circles. You're gonna make the choice right here and now if you want this to go anywhere. I'm not gonna play your little game anymore! And furthermore...
[passionate kiss]
That was for keeping me guessing for five bloody years!
Now... if anyone needs me, I'll be in the infirmary...
9)
“I want... I want... you.”
Garak gasped out a little laugh before replying hoarsely:
“You have me.”
10)
M: I'm surprised he never made a move though.
J: Excuse me?
M: On you. You know...
J: No I'm afraid I don't. What are you talking about Miles?
M: Oh come on... no one's that thick...
[pregnant pause]
...except you apparently...
11)
Julian... dead and battered. Beaten to a point where he was only recognisable to someone who knew him as well as Garak. Surrounding him were all Garak's enemies. Dead ones. Living ones. Ones he didn't even know to be enemies yet. All of them stood there, bent over the mutilated body with gleeful smiles directed at Garak. “It's all your fault...”
It began like a mantra in his head... all his fault... all his fault... all his fault.
12)
“Sweet dream... you're here. I must be dying then.”
“Don't be silly, you're not dying. You're just hallucinating”
“Beautiful vision... you promised me a kiss before I died. Now is the time. Please kiss me before I go.”
“I'm sorry, Garak, whatever this dream of yours is, I'm not it. Just try to relax.”
13)
J: It's... Garak. Do you... do think he loves me?
M: What kind of question is that?
J: Please just answer me, Miles! Do you think he loves me?
M: Of course he does! Why? Do you think he doesn't care about you?
J: No! No, it's just...logically I can see his affection in his looks and actions towards me... but...
M: But... what?
J: It's just well... he hasn't actually... said it.
14)
The first time I met a human I was very close to backing away from them, so powerful was this sickening smell. A smell reminding me of meat too close to going bad, something like lactose, even in the males, and the concentrated salt of their bodies is enough to make any Cardassian thirst simply by their presence. Bajorans are much more bland and their odor seem more harmonically balanced. But Doctor Bashir... the first time I was close enough to smell him... he had me immediately entranced.
15)
“I promise, if that happens, I will tell you everything.”
Bashir chuckled and took a long drink of his tea.
“What you mean is you'll lie through your teeth as usual.”
Garak poked his food, suddenly feeling exhausted. The battle ahead would be fierce. But he would damn well win this one if he possibly could.
“Well you know what you humans say, old habits die hard.”
16)
But to his intense surprise, the doctor did not make his way towards OPS as he would have expected, or even the infirmary. Instead, his friend turned directly into his shop and within seconds Garak was face to face with the pure misery that was his friend.
Before he could even open his mouth and offer any kind of greeting, Julian said in a croaking voice:
“Garak, I need to talk to you. Privately.”
Other DS9:
17)
She's doing that thing with her hair again. When she thinks I'm not looking. Just brushing it off her forehead or straightening it at her ears. Am I a fool for loving the fact that she does this little gesture to look good in my company? Am I kidding myself by thinking that this small sign of vanity signifies more than just friendship? She has me questioning myself time and time again. My skill at judging people by their behavior is a thing I've come to rely on, but here it fails me. Or perhaps my doubt simply stands in the way of a correct analysis. I'm a fool.
18)
“How is she, Doctor?”
Sisko's voice was calm, but his frown revealed just how concerned he really was. The duty of informing Dorian Collins' parents of the recovery of their daughter and the circumstances surrounding it had fallen to him. And telling the poor people that their daughter might be facing a court martial or at the very least receive some very damaging points on her record was hard enough. He hardly dared contemplate the possibility of having to inform them also that the girl was in serious medical condition.
Van Helsing:
19)
After a while it finally dawned on him that he wasn't getting any response, and somewhere in his brain there was a little voice screaming that it was very, very wrong. But everything else in his being hummed with pleasure. Reluctantly he pulled away and blinked violently to focus on the deeply blushing face before him.
“Carl?”
“Yes?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
X-Men
20)
“You are an amazing woman, did you know that?”
Melanie couldn't help but snort with laughter and reached up to fondle his pointed ear.
“Look who's talking...”
Her affectionate gaze made his stomach flutter and he spoke before he could stop himself.
“You don't find it uncomfortable at all?”
She writhed a little under him, making her sensitive breasts rub against his furry chest.
“Oh no, I find it very comfortable indeed.”
21)
Scott was in his opinion a horrible dancer, and he made his point by hopping around like a bizarre rabbit with red shades. The music was nothing like what he normally danced to, but he had to admit it was an extremely catchy beat, and he started to feel the beat in his body without really wanting it to. His eyes slid closed and he let the music absorb him.
22)
Jones was having a bad day. The problem with not sleeping ever, was that sometimes it was hard to remember what day it was. And this day he had yet again messed up the days and studied for the wrong test. So he was totally prepared for the geography test tomorrow, but had botched today's history test miserably. So he was in a rather bad mood.
23)
“Verdammt Scott! You von't even give him the slightest break! How are you ever going to see anything but vhat you vant, if you don't lay off him a bit?!”
“What, I'm supposed to smile and wave, just because you've suddenly decided that Toad-face is your new crush?!”
24)
“Dear Lord, child, how did you get back so quickly? I thought the fire had gone out?”
Hoping her face was calmer than her soul, she set down the kettle, turned her back to her mother and set about making the tea.
“Indeed it had Mama, but I was able to stoke some embers to life.”
Her mother's eyes, though hooded with barely suppressed pain, seemed to detect that her daughter was hiding something from her.
“But you were only gone for a moment!”
Sarah took a moment to steady herself before putting on a tender smile she hoped would conceal her unease and turned to face her mother.
“Really Mama, I daresay you must have dosed off for a moment there. I was not back so very fast.”
Porn:
25)
First time the camera clicked they both jumped a little, like they had forgotten it was even there. But they recovered quickly and ignored it from there. Michael's hands cradled Tom's face, while his own dark hands roamed over the soft, pale back. It was all very slow and sensual. White hands on smooth black chest. Black fingers curling in red-blonde hair. Full, pink lips nibbling freckled, pale cheek and jaw. A soft moan from Michael as the lips closed around a nipple. A surprised 'ah!' from Tom when Michael pressed their rapidly growing erections together.
26)
Just as he reached out for the handle his wife opened it, squeezed herself through the smallest gap possible and closed it behind her.
”Sweetie! You're home early!”
She tried to kiss him, but he reached over her shoulder, wrenched the door open and forced his way past her into the room. The bed was messed up and he could see the tell tale signs of lovemaking all over the room. He felt blood rushing in his ears as he looked around for the unworthy bastard who had dared... dared... he'd kill him.
27)
S: Look mate... no offence. But I need to ask... how can you stand those guys? I mean, what do you see in them? How can you not find it annoying when they stick to you like fly paper, giggle with falsetto voices you can hear a mile away, while looking like their wrists are broken?
G: And how's that different from most of the girls you know?
S: You know what I mean... they're so... faggy!
G: You know, if anyone but you said that I would have smacked them about the head. But you're my mate, and I know what you mean.
S: So why then?
G:Why? It's the sex.
28)
Barb had probably been the first to notice Crissy's unusually passionate interest in other girls. Her own sister in particular. Even before Crissy had completely admitted it to herself, Barb had been observant enough to know exactly why Crissy loved swimming with her and her sis. And she didn't actually mind. After a very embarrassing moment for Crissy, where she had to promise Barb she would never ever stare at her ass, Barb had laughed and promised in return that it would be a deep secret until Crissy was comfortable letting the rest of the world know.
29)
“But... but... Why?!”
Before I knew what hit me, he had grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and slammed me into the opposite wall. He pressed himself against me so hard I felt the air being squeezed from my lungs, and then I forgot to breathe all together, when I felt him press his groin against mine. He was aroused. Very... aroused. My eyes widened in a mix of shock and wonder and I watched him let his tears flow liberally only inches from my own face.
“Because I want you to touch me. I want you to blacken my eyes, split my lip, break my ribs... anything. I just want you to touch me.”
Other stuff:
30)
She stumbled right inside the entrance over something metallic that clanked loudly in the large room.
“Oh, forgive me. I forgot that humans do not see well in the dark.”
Fanna was about to offer some polite answer, when a very strange hissing noise sounded very close to her. With a blinding flash and a loud rush, Garrow produced a large wealth of flame from his throat, making Fanna yelp and fall to her knees from shock. When her eyes stopped watering, she could see that the belch of fire had ignited a large dusty brazier close to her, making her surroundings visible to her.
31)
So I sat at my desk a bit red in the face, taking an absurd amount of time packing up, so I could leave last. This was not possible though, as Jennifer came up to my desk and chatted, while I was desperately trying to will my excitement down.
I had almost made it, when Jennifer bent over my desk to read something in my notes. I was gone. Her amazing cleavage was right in front of my nose and her blouse was again folding away from her skin to reveal the bra. I resigned myself to the humiliation and tried to carry my bag so it would obscure at least a little bit of my now painful boner. Jennifer saw me wince when I got up and asked me if anything was wrong. What the hell could I say, other than 'nothing'? Of course she didn't believe me, and eventually I just called it upset stomach and fled to the bathroom.
32)
Just as I looked over at him, he happened to look up. And then he sent me a look. THE look. That smoldering, lustful look that says 'I want you right here and now'. I was cemented to the spot and I can honestly say there was a tiny Woodstock Festival going off in my pants. He kept looking. He didn't look away. I forgot all about what I was doing and just stood there, breathing heavily.
I was jarred back to reality however, when Leo happened to pass by with an armful of boxes and said in a low tone of voice out of the corner of his mouth:
“You're drooling.”
I realized my mouth was hanging open and that I had fallen behind pretty badly at the conveyor belt. I quickly looked down and got busy again. Next time I peeked at Gavin, I swear I saw him quickly adjust a smirk on his face.
33)
About a week later, I bumped into him on my way to class. I couldn't help but think some deity was having his fun with me somewhere. I mean what are the odds that I attend the same college for two years without meeting Mike and then happen to run into him the same week I'd been cramping my arm jerking myself off over him? (Although I refused to admit that to myself yet.)
34)
She turned to me. The sunlight was behind her again from the tall windows and made her hair shine like a halo. She just said:
"I've waited so long for you."
I swallowed hard and felt like crying. I knew exactly what she meant. If there is such a thing as soul mates, I knew I had just met mine.
35)
“Did I ask you to fix them?”
The torrent began again.
“Yes you did...”
“You always do!”
“And like we said it's impossible...”
“You can't be serious!”
The Captain held up a hand and silence fell.
“I told you to stop fixing them. I want them removed completely, to make room for new ones. Completely new ones. Not recycled or salvaged. Take Doc with you and find the ones you need. Let him manage the haggling.”
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Only 35... I thought it was worse. But to think that this doesn't even represent half the bunnies I have running around my brain... eeek!
I must be out of my mind. I think I have about 50 WIP's... more if I count the small snippets and notes I have lying around. BUT! I could use something... inspiration-y. SO, here we go!
G/B:
1)
“Hey, Dad, have you seen my-.”
Julian and Garak jumped apart with shock and for a few seconds it was deadly quiet in the room. Had it not been for the two older men breathing rather heavily, they could have been mistaken for wax figures set up in a display of awkward family situations.
William's eyes seemed to grow in size, until he had an absurd look of surprise etched on his face, slack jawed and frozen on the threshold of the door. Finally, he blinked rapidly, closed his mouth and cleared his throat noisily.
“Ahem.... so... close friend, huh, Dad?!”
2)
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Taking a deep steadying breath, Garak pulled himself together, determined to get rid of his unwelcome guest.
“It means, doctor, that my thoughts are private, as are my quarters. And you are not welcome in either right now.”
3)
G: Are you being deliberately stupid doctor?!
B: No. I simply refuse to take advantage of my friends.
G: Even if it costs you your status, your life, your homeworld, or anyone you've ever loved?
B: I don't know. I can't say until the situation arose where I would even have to consider that choice.
G: Well then I can tell you right now doctor, that there is no choice. If you stand to lose everything, a simple concern for people's feelings becomes rather secondary.
B: And you would know of course.
4)
“So you 'do' like my beard then?”
Garak's voice dropped to a similar and completely alien tone of husky whispering.
“I confess. Yes I do.”
5)
“Oh no... Quick, hide me!”
Before Garak could reply, Bashir dove behind the counter and clutched his knees to his chest in an obvious attempt at making himself as small as possible.
“If they come in, don't tell them I'm here!”
Eyeridges raised about as high as they could go, Garak fought the urge to send the doctor a very questioning look. If the doctor was really hiding, then it would be no good alerting everyone to the fact that there was someone behind his counter. So he returned to folding and arranging the clothes.
6)
“Is that really all there is to it?”
“Well that depends what you're aiming at. For any Cardassian function that requires dancing, knowing three basic sets would be more than enough. However, if you wanted to impress anyone with your skill or even try and compete, you would of course learn much more advanced sets in many more combinations. And of course only the very professional dancers move on from hand-to-hand contact to more... intimate connections.”
7)
G: So Doctor. What challenges has the medical profession offered you this morning?
J: Nothing major really. A few routine checkups. A case of Bajoran fel pox. Oh and of course Ensign Hoffman's abortion.
G: She lost her child? Oh how tragic.
J: No, she had it removed.
G: I beg your pardon? I'm not quite sure I follow.
J: She didn't want the baby, so I terminated the pregnancy.
G: You terminated... that is to say, you killed that child, because she didn't want it?
8)
[turning to garak]
And you! I've had enough of you leading me round in circles. You're gonna make the choice right here and now if you want this to go anywhere. I'm not gonna play your little game anymore! And furthermore...
[passionate kiss]
That was for keeping me guessing for five bloody years!
Now... if anyone needs me, I'll be in the infirmary...
9)
“I want... I want... you.”
Garak gasped out a little laugh before replying hoarsely:
“You have me.”
10)
M: I'm surprised he never made a move though.
J: Excuse me?
M: On you. You know...
J: No I'm afraid I don't. What are you talking about Miles?
M: Oh come on... no one's that thick...
[pregnant pause]
...except you apparently...
11)
Julian... dead and battered. Beaten to a point where he was only recognisable to someone who knew him as well as Garak. Surrounding him were all Garak's enemies. Dead ones. Living ones. Ones he didn't even know to be enemies yet. All of them stood there, bent over the mutilated body with gleeful smiles directed at Garak. “It's all your fault...”
It began like a mantra in his head... all his fault... all his fault... all his fault.
12)
“Sweet dream... you're here. I must be dying then.”
“Don't be silly, you're not dying. You're just hallucinating”
“Beautiful vision... you promised me a kiss before I died. Now is the time. Please kiss me before I go.”
“I'm sorry, Garak, whatever this dream of yours is, I'm not it. Just try to relax.”
13)
J: It's... Garak. Do you... do think he loves me?
M: What kind of question is that?
J: Please just answer me, Miles! Do you think he loves me?
M: Of course he does! Why? Do you think he doesn't care about you?
J: No! No, it's just...logically I can see his affection in his looks and actions towards me... but...
M: But... what?
J: It's just well... he hasn't actually... said it.
14)
The first time I met a human I was very close to backing away from them, so powerful was this sickening smell. A smell reminding me of meat too close to going bad, something like lactose, even in the males, and the concentrated salt of their bodies is enough to make any Cardassian thirst simply by their presence. Bajorans are much more bland and their odor seem more harmonically balanced. But Doctor Bashir... the first time I was close enough to smell him... he had me immediately entranced.
15)
“I promise, if that happens, I will tell you everything.”
Bashir chuckled and took a long drink of his tea.
“What you mean is you'll lie through your teeth as usual.”
Garak poked his food, suddenly feeling exhausted. The battle ahead would be fierce. But he would damn well win this one if he possibly could.
“Well you know what you humans say, old habits die hard.”
16)
But to his intense surprise, the doctor did not make his way towards OPS as he would have expected, or even the infirmary. Instead, his friend turned directly into his shop and within seconds Garak was face to face with the pure misery that was his friend.
Before he could even open his mouth and offer any kind of greeting, Julian said in a croaking voice:
“Garak, I need to talk to you. Privately.”
Other DS9:
17)
She's doing that thing with her hair again. When she thinks I'm not looking. Just brushing it off her forehead or straightening it at her ears. Am I a fool for loving the fact that she does this little gesture to look good in my company? Am I kidding myself by thinking that this small sign of vanity signifies more than just friendship? She has me questioning myself time and time again. My skill at judging people by their behavior is a thing I've come to rely on, but here it fails me. Or perhaps my doubt simply stands in the way of a correct analysis. I'm a fool.
18)
“How is she, Doctor?”
Sisko's voice was calm, but his frown revealed just how concerned he really was. The duty of informing Dorian Collins' parents of the recovery of their daughter and the circumstances surrounding it had fallen to him. And telling the poor people that their daughter might be facing a court martial or at the very least receive some very damaging points on her record was hard enough. He hardly dared contemplate the possibility of having to inform them also that the girl was in serious medical condition.
Van Helsing:
19)
After a while it finally dawned on him that he wasn't getting any response, and somewhere in his brain there was a little voice screaming that it was very, very wrong. But everything else in his being hummed with pleasure. Reluctantly he pulled away and blinked violently to focus on the deeply blushing face before him.
“Carl?”
“Yes?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
X-Men
20)
“You are an amazing woman, did you know that?”
Melanie couldn't help but snort with laughter and reached up to fondle his pointed ear.
“Look who's talking...”
Her affectionate gaze made his stomach flutter and he spoke before he could stop himself.
“You don't find it uncomfortable at all?”
She writhed a little under him, making her sensitive breasts rub against his furry chest.
“Oh no, I find it very comfortable indeed.”
21)
Scott was in his opinion a horrible dancer, and he made his point by hopping around like a bizarre rabbit with red shades. The music was nothing like what he normally danced to, but he had to admit it was an extremely catchy beat, and he started to feel the beat in his body without really wanting it to. His eyes slid closed and he let the music absorb him.
22)
Jones was having a bad day. The problem with not sleeping ever, was that sometimes it was hard to remember what day it was. And this day he had yet again messed up the days and studied for the wrong test. So he was totally prepared for the geography test tomorrow, but had botched today's history test miserably. So he was in a rather bad mood.
23)
“Verdammt Scott! You von't even give him the slightest break! How are you ever going to see anything but vhat you vant, if you don't lay off him a bit?!”
“What, I'm supposed to smile and wave, just because you've suddenly decided that Toad-face is your new crush?!”
24)
“Dear Lord, child, how did you get back so quickly? I thought the fire had gone out?”
Hoping her face was calmer than her soul, she set down the kettle, turned her back to her mother and set about making the tea.
“Indeed it had Mama, but I was able to stoke some embers to life.”
Her mother's eyes, though hooded with barely suppressed pain, seemed to detect that her daughter was hiding something from her.
“But you were only gone for a moment!”
Sarah took a moment to steady herself before putting on a tender smile she hoped would conceal her unease and turned to face her mother.
“Really Mama, I daresay you must have dosed off for a moment there. I was not back so very fast.”
Porn:
25)
First time the camera clicked they both jumped a little, like they had forgotten it was even there. But they recovered quickly and ignored it from there. Michael's hands cradled Tom's face, while his own dark hands roamed over the soft, pale back. It was all very slow and sensual. White hands on smooth black chest. Black fingers curling in red-blonde hair. Full, pink lips nibbling freckled, pale cheek and jaw. A soft moan from Michael as the lips closed around a nipple. A surprised 'ah!' from Tom when Michael pressed their rapidly growing erections together.
26)
Just as he reached out for the handle his wife opened it, squeezed herself through the smallest gap possible and closed it behind her.
”Sweetie! You're home early!”
She tried to kiss him, but he reached over her shoulder, wrenched the door open and forced his way past her into the room. The bed was messed up and he could see the tell tale signs of lovemaking all over the room. He felt blood rushing in his ears as he looked around for the unworthy bastard who had dared... dared... he'd kill him.
27)
S: Look mate... no offence. But I need to ask... how can you stand those guys? I mean, what do you see in them? How can you not find it annoying when they stick to you like fly paper, giggle with falsetto voices you can hear a mile away, while looking like their wrists are broken?
G: And how's that different from most of the girls you know?
S: You know what I mean... they're so... faggy!
G: You know, if anyone but you said that I would have smacked them about the head. But you're my mate, and I know what you mean.
S: So why then?
G:Why? It's the sex.
28)
Barb had probably been the first to notice Crissy's unusually passionate interest in other girls. Her own sister in particular. Even before Crissy had completely admitted it to herself, Barb had been observant enough to know exactly why Crissy loved swimming with her and her sis. And she didn't actually mind. After a very embarrassing moment for Crissy, where she had to promise Barb she would never ever stare at her ass, Barb had laughed and promised in return that it would be a deep secret until Crissy was comfortable letting the rest of the world know.
29)
“But... but... Why?!”
Before I knew what hit me, he had grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and slammed me into the opposite wall. He pressed himself against me so hard I felt the air being squeezed from my lungs, and then I forgot to breathe all together, when I felt him press his groin against mine. He was aroused. Very... aroused. My eyes widened in a mix of shock and wonder and I watched him let his tears flow liberally only inches from my own face.
“Because I want you to touch me. I want you to blacken my eyes, split my lip, break my ribs... anything. I just want you to touch me.”
Other stuff:
30)
She stumbled right inside the entrance over something metallic that clanked loudly in the large room.
“Oh, forgive me. I forgot that humans do not see well in the dark.”
Fanna was about to offer some polite answer, when a very strange hissing noise sounded very close to her. With a blinding flash and a loud rush, Garrow produced a large wealth of flame from his throat, making Fanna yelp and fall to her knees from shock. When her eyes stopped watering, she could see that the belch of fire had ignited a large dusty brazier close to her, making her surroundings visible to her.
31)
So I sat at my desk a bit red in the face, taking an absurd amount of time packing up, so I could leave last. This was not possible though, as Jennifer came up to my desk and chatted, while I was desperately trying to will my excitement down.
I had almost made it, when Jennifer bent over my desk to read something in my notes. I was gone. Her amazing cleavage was right in front of my nose and her blouse was again folding away from her skin to reveal the bra. I resigned myself to the humiliation and tried to carry my bag so it would obscure at least a little bit of my now painful boner. Jennifer saw me wince when I got up and asked me if anything was wrong. What the hell could I say, other than 'nothing'? Of course she didn't believe me, and eventually I just called it upset stomach and fled to the bathroom.
32)
Just as I looked over at him, he happened to look up. And then he sent me a look. THE look. That smoldering, lustful look that says 'I want you right here and now'. I was cemented to the spot and I can honestly say there was a tiny Woodstock Festival going off in my pants. He kept looking. He didn't look away. I forgot all about what I was doing and just stood there, breathing heavily.
I was jarred back to reality however, when Leo happened to pass by with an armful of boxes and said in a low tone of voice out of the corner of his mouth:
“You're drooling.”
I realized my mouth was hanging open and that I had fallen behind pretty badly at the conveyor belt. I quickly looked down and got busy again. Next time I peeked at Gavin, I swear I saw him quickly adjust a smirk on his face.
33)
About a week later, I bumped into him on my way to class. I couldn't help but think some deity was having his fun with me somewhere. I mean what are the odds that I attend the same college for two years without meeting Mike and then happen to run into him the same week I'd been cramping my arm jerking myself off over him? (Although I refused to admit that to myself yet.)
34)
She turned to me. The sunlight was behind her again from the tall windows and made her hair shine like a halo. She just said:
"I've waited so long for you."
I swallowed hard and felt like crying. I knew exactly what she meant. If there is such a thing as soul mates, I knew I had just met mine.
35)
“Did I ask you to fix them?”
The torrent began again.
“Yes you did...”
“You always do!”
“And like we said it's impossible...”
“You can't be serious!”
The Captain held up a hand and silence fell.
“I told you to stop fixing them. I want them removed completely, to make room for new ones. Completely new ones. Not recycled or salvaged. Take Doc with you and find the ones you need. Let him manage the haggling.”
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Only 35... I thought it was worse. But to think that this doesn't even represent half the bunnies I have running around my brain... eeek!
