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what ash read, comfort
two more weeks of semi charmed freedom, the charmed part being the delusion of freedom. Ignore the pile of administrative paperwork waiting for me. Comfort seems my thing today.




Respite

"You're a dangerous man," Reid says, swallowing hard.

Gibbs reaches out to circle Reid's wrists with his hands, feeling his pulse jump. "I won't collar you," he says.

"I'm really not sure I believe you," Reid says, looking down at their hands. "And I'm not sure what's more frightening--that I don't know if I believe you, or I don't know if I care."



Nothing The Same, book one, chapter 25

“Someone’s being naughty.”

“I’m trying,” Xander said, exasperated. “A little help would be nice.”



Reunion, part of Circuit series

'Any other little pearls of wisdom you'd care to share with us?' he asked.

Clark frowned then raised an eyebrow. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder?' he smiled.

'And the hips work harder,' Lois smirked, recalling images of their mindblowing reunion.



Tinman, chapter 6

Ironhide rolled his metal shoulders, “So, Annabelle. What do you play?”

The child thought a moment then stood on her toes beaming, “Tea party!”

A horrible cold spark chilled Ironhide when his internet search for ‘tea party’ was finished.

Ironhide panicked in his mind, “Oh, sweet merciful Primus…NO.”

If Ratchet or the others found out, his reputation would be slagged. He would rather have his cannons disassembled than play such a torturous game of human formality and personal degradation.

“Um…isn’t there some OTHER game we could play?” Ironhide offered, trying not to sound too disgusted with her choice.

“Tea party!” the little one insisted.

Slag.



Toy, chapter 4

“Well,” Hikaru said, resting his hand on his hip and leaning a bit to the side.

“I guess that means,” Kaoru continued, mimicking his brother's pose.

“Haruhi's going to be our new toy!” the twins exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” Haruhi said, clueless as to what the twins had just meant by 'toy.'

“Toy,” the twins repeated, as if she hadn't heard them the first time.

“I didn't agree to be your plaything either,” Haruhi pointed out.

“Ooh,” Kaoru said.

“Plaything,” Hikaru repeated.

“We like that title so much more.”



Decoy, snarry games

"Hey!" Harry winced when Severus used his wand to slice through the knickers. "I liked this pair!"

And then Severus' finger – long and agile and slick with some magically-created lubricant – pushed into Harry's arse and words fled. "Oh!"



Bet

"I take it you discovered a viable alternative?"

"Nope, just figured I'd take my chances. After all, it isn’t me who is allergic to poppy petals."

For a split second, there was silence, and then Severus; hand cracked down on his arse, making Harry yelp as the older man growled at him. "Brat. That's something else to punish you for, along with breaking into my desk and stealing my recipe book!"



Your Move

It took him an eternity to cross the distance between them.

Or maybe longer.

Random thoughts were buzzing through his head.

Japanese Rope bondage.

Kill Hermione.

White Queen fellating Black Bishop.

Resign from Hogwarts.

Blindfold.

Black Pawn shagging White Pawn.

Antarctica.

But all those thoughts took flight and vanished without a trace when Harry finally sank to his knees and buried his face in Snape's lap.



Bringing Up Gibbs

“Naked. Now.” Gibbs coated his fingers to the sounds of rustling clothes and the nonstop patter on the merits of Bringing Up Baby.

“It was the film that revived Hepburn’s career! If Grant hadn’t fought for her, she might never have overcome her blacklisti…oh!” Tony panted as Gibbs thrust two fingers into his ass.

“Shut up and spread your legs more, DiNozzo.”



Hot for Teacher

At any rate, our instructor was the Music Director at a nearby church, and his church had a pipe organ on the "consider list" of the Register of Historic Places. This organ took up the entire upper level of the church; it was as big as a house. (The pipe organ at my college was already on that list, so I knew that this was an amazing thing, to be on this list and be protected by a historical society.) It had bass pipes bigger than a car, and it had specialty pipes shaped like birds that were actually filled with water and "warbled" when their switches were thrown. This thing was INSANE.

Anyhoo, one day, we (the students) were invited to sit at the organ and play on it, one by one. All of the vocal/piano(flute) majors sat at the Place Of Honor, and played beautiful Bach chorals, Hayden sonatas, the Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, or intricate Mozart pieces, without fail. It was, to put it mildly (and musically speaking) sublime.

And I listened to them all, heavy at heart. For I had a major in Trombone, with a minor in SUCK.

I was the last to perform. And as my turn came, I sat hesitatingly at the keyboard. I sighed, shrugged, and then accepted my destiny.

My feet struck the major chords, and for no reason at all, I turned on the little warbly birds. They chirped cheerily by my right hand.

And then I proceeded to play Van Halen's "Jump" as if Jesus himself had written it.

The class collectively GASPED in horror. Only my instructor laughed out loud.

To this day, I *love* him for that.



Power Play

“Don’t worry,” Merlin said, “I’ll let you keep the ties on so you can pretend the big bad sorcerer is forcing you.” Arthur’s lips twisted in a half smile that reminded Merlin briefly of the times they’d shared something more than sarcasm and Merlin’s destiny.



Still Waters

Willow sipped the brew as instructed, never once opening her eyes or making a sound. When the cup was taken away, Willow was pulled into a more comfortable position, resting against Tara’s thigh. Tara began to stroke Willow’s hair and gently pulled her head onto her lap. Willow moved without hesitation.

Tara took another sip of her tea and looked across the room into the large standing mirror. She watched the two women reflected there. It was a pretty picture, she decided, stroking the soft red hair; a very pretty picture, indeed.