Deep down within me words move in phrases
Because I am essentially vain and cruel, this is the snippet I cut from the end of Unlahfulliche in Lyhte:
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She helped him up from the couch by tugging on his T-shirt and shuffling backwards, lips locked to his, and when they were both upright enough they began to stumble toward his bedroom.
"Hey, Sam," he said, pinning her to the hallway wall and kissing her, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. He paused and glanced down.
"Yes?"
"How do these buttons work?"
She grinned. "They don't." She grabbed his hand and put it on the zipper on the side of the garment.
"Oh!"
They moved on, and got as far as the end of the hallway, where she lost her blouse and he had to stop to admire her breasts. Oh, man - he was going to properly appreciate them, this time around.
"Hey, Sam," he said, kissing down the length of her throat.
"Mm-hm?" She popped the top button on his jeans and pushed him backwards toward the bedroom.
"Marry me?"
"What?!"
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THE (OTHER) END.
Ultimately, I agreed with Aurora's point that it undercut the earlier, more serious discussion, but I was torn because it was a callback to the 'pretending to be married' situation in the beginning - plus it made me laugh (evilly) to think of the screams of "you can't end it there!" *g*
(And then she tells him he's crazy, and he says well he didn't mean right now and that they should invite the Joint Chiefs or anything, maybe it should just be a really long, really private engagement, and she points out that actually they already got married in that ceremony on P58 83K about two years ago, and they never did get around to telling Hammond and getting it annulled, and he in turn points out that the whole team actually got married on 83K, and she shrugs and says well, that's pretty mild for the sort of problems she'd expect from a ceremony involving any members of SG-1, so maybe they should just leave it at that, and he thinks about it for a second, and agrees. And then they have non-AMTDI sex AT LAST. Thuh end. Oh my god, make me stop adding to this story.)
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ION, I have posted 24,288 words of finished fic so far this year. That's... a lot, for me. Really a lot. Hell, I posted just under 33,000 in the entirety of 2009. Where all these words (or, perhaps more importantly, these complete sets of beginnings, middles and ends) are coming from, I don't know. Perhaps it's the walking? It could be. It's certainly not that I have loads of free time - if anything I've been busier than ever, this year so far. Perhaps it's the procrastination.
Weird. Good weird, but still weird.
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She helped him up from the couch by tugging on his T-shirt and shuffling backwards, lips locked to his, and when they were both upright enough they began to stumble toward his bedroom.
"Hey, Sam," he said, pinning her to the hallway wall and kissing her, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. He paused and glanced down.
"Yes?"
"How do these buttons work?"
She grinned. "They don't." She grabbed his hand and put it on the zipper on the side of the garment.
"Oh!"
They moved on, and got as far as the end of the hallway, where she lost her blouse and he had to stop to admire her breasts. Oh, man - he was going to properly appreciate them, this time around.
"Hey, Sam," he said, kissing down the length of her throat.
"Mm-hm?" She popped the top button on his jeans and pushed him backwards toward the bedroom.
"Marry me?"
"What?!"
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THE (OTHER) END.
Ultimately, I agreed with Aurora's point that it undercut the earlier, more serious discussion, but I was torn because it was a callback to the 'pretending to be married' situation in the beginning - plus it made me laugh (evilly) to think of the screams of "you can't end it there!" *g*
(And then she tells him he's crazy, and he says well he didn't mean right now and that they should invite the Joint Chiefs or anything, maybe it should just be a really long, really private engagement, and she points out that actually they already got married in that ceremony on P58 83K about two years ago, and they never did get around to telling Hammond and getting it annulled, and he in turn points out that the whole team actually got married on 83K, and she shrugs and says well, that's pretty mild for the sort of problems she'd expect from a ceremony involving any members of SG-1, so maybe they should just leave it at that, and he thinks about it for a second, and agrees. And then they have non-AMTDI sex AT LAST. Thuh end. Oh my god, make me stop adding to this story.)
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ION, I have posted 24,288 words of finished fic so far this year. That's... a lot, for me. Really a lot. Hell, I posted just under 33,000 in the entirety of 2009. Where all these words (or, perhaps more importantly, these complete sets of beginnings, middles and ends) are coming from, I don't know. Perhaps it's the walking? It could be. It's certainly not that I have loads of free time - if anything I've been busier than ever, this year so far. Perhaps it's the procrastination.
Weird. Good weird, but still weird.