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Colds come in waves. At least, mine do. Stage one is always the sore throat, and it feels like fire cascading down my throat every time I swallow. And of course, once you realize how much it hurts to swallow, you suddenly can't stop doing it. Stage two is the stuffiness and runny nose. And this makes me sick to my stomach. My throat feels like it's closing up. I can usually guess at the length of each cold by how long the first two stages last. Because the final stage is a hacking cough. You know, the kind of coughing that tears up your chest? At least by then the sore throat is gone and the stuffiness is easing. I have already begun to cough, so I am hoping that this cold will be short-lived.
Anyway. Have been spending my day doing homework and catching up on fic from three fandoms: HP, Gravitation, and FAKE. Good stuff, though I think I may need to find something fluffy. Reika, the lovely author I have most recently been reading, has a penchant for the fics that rip your soul out through your mouth. I am slightly depressed now. So. Fluffiness? Anyone? *pleads while sniffling* Please? I would adore you for a very long time... ^_^
Anyway. Have been spending my day doing homework and catching up on fic from three fandoms: HP, Gravitation, and FAKE. Good stuff, though I think I may need to find something fluffy. Reika, the lovely author I have most recently been reading, has a penchant for the fics that rip your soul out through your mouth. I am slightly depressed now. So. Fluffiness? Anyone? *pleads while sniffling* Please? I would adore you for a very long time... ^_^
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Date: 2004-11-06 10:58 pm (UTC)From:I don't have any fluff for you, but how about a snippet of the next chapter of Bound?
Harry watched Draco’s long fingers working on the orange, digging under the peel, juice squirting out and dribbling over his skin and down his wrist. Draco absently brought his wrist to his mouth and licked the juice away before it could wet his pyjama sleeve. Harry was mesmerized by that bright red tongue sliding along pale skin, and he must have made some sort of sound, because Draco quickly looked up, his wrist still in his mouth.
I know, I know, I'm a ruddy tease! ;D I'm still writing this scene, so it might change a bit, but I thought you might like it...
I hope you feel better soon, love. *hugs*
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Date: 2004-11-06 11:06 pm (UTC)From:Ooooohhhh.... If I didn't know better, I'd think Draco PLANNED it this way! *snickers* Wow, thanks, my lovely! This is just what I needed to read. I love the image of Draco looking up at Harry with his wrist still in his mouth. Whatever you do, KEEP THAT IN. ^____^
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Date: 2004-11-06 11:12 pm (UTC)From:*bounces happily* Yaay! I'm so glad I could make you feel a bit better... And don't worry, the orange is staying...just some of the little things might change a tad bit, maybe...I'm still writing it as we speak.
But I do hope you recover quickly. Being sick royally sucks... *hugs*
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Date: 2004-11-06 11:21 pm (UTC)From:But thank you! You take care of me so nicely! *hands IOU for kisses when no longer ill*
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Date: 2004-11-06 11:24 pm (UTC)From:You're welcome. I've done that to myself so often, made myself sick from stressing too much and not sleeping enough... it happened every semester at least once... I'm so glad I'm not taking classes this semester. But I'm not getting much progress on my thesis, though... I'm spending too much time in fandom... *sighs* I can't help it, though! I just love you all too much! And Harry and Draco, of course! ;D
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Date: 2004-11-06 11:46 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-06 11:48 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 04:54 am (UTC)From:*giggle*
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Date: 2004-11-07 09:39 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 06:51 pm (UTC)From:wow. Now that's just not nice! *wink*
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Date: 2004-11-07 06:56 pm (UTC)From:fluff!
Date: 2004-11-07 12:04 am (UTC)From:+
(original characters)
Bourne didn't watch Cypress sleep long when he woke up. Instead, he was eager to touch his boyfriend's stomach, especially the dark hair that was peeking out from underneath the red sheet. Lifting his hand, he let two fingers dance and walk up the curves and dips of Cypress's skin, licking his lips with a grin. Cypress stirred quietly, immediately grumpy when he was beginning to notice the bright sun beating on his face.
"Fuckin' windows," Cypress growled out, his throat thick with sleep as he grabbed the sheet that was around his waist and jerked it up over his head. Bourne ducked underneath it before he got caught up and stayed hidden besides Cypress's side. The older man didn't realize Bourne was still in bed.
Feeling playful, Bourne leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around Cypress's hip bone, nibbling on it and sucking. His movements were not sensual in purpose, just teasing and playfulness that contradicted Cypress's serious approach to sex. If Bourne had the sudden urge to touch or bite any piece of his lover's body, he did it (whether it was an elbow or a knee). Cypress liked to caress the things that made Bourne breathless.
"Fucker," Cypress whispered above him, and Bourne laughed. "Stop eating me."
"Can't help it," Bourne said. "I love this piece of you. It was born to be gnawed upon." Bourne bit it again.
Cypress was shifting above him, letting a little bit of sunlight in, before he closed up the hole again.
"So fuckin' bright," Cypress mumbled grumpily and Bourne hmm'ed in agreement. He was busy kissing Cypress's pelvic area and avoiding Cypress's half-hearted swats to stop.
"Go lower," Cypress ordered deadpanned and Bourne laughed.
"It's too early," Bourne whined in his best Cypress drawl. In response, his lover grabbed him and started to pull Bourne up by his ears. Bourne came willingly until they were face to face; Cypress's green hair sprawled on red sheets and reminding Bourne of Christmas. He started grinning before he could stop it. And Cypress knew why.
"Did Santa leave you here for me?" Bourne grinned, nipping Cypress's nose and causing the boy to grimance in annoyance.
"I'm going to burn these sheets," he muttered, playing with the back of Bourne's ears. Bourne practically purred, sprawling his nude body on top of his lover's.
"No," Bourne said, flicking Cypress's earring. "You can't. I look sexy on them."
"Red looks good on anybody."
"Except you."
"Fuck you."
"You say such sweet things." Bourne kissed him soundly on the lips with open lips, teasing Cypress with the invitation, before he ripped off the sheet over their heads and letting the sunlight in. He sat up, smacked his boyfriend's strong arms as Cypress quickly covered his eyes.
"Time to get up," Bourne said, laughing as Cypress buried his head underneath a pillow. "And maybe I'll let you make love to me on the back of the couch before you go to work today." He slipped off the bed without waiting for Cypress's reply, running to the bathroom to get ready.
Cypress's reply, his grumpy voice muffled in the pillow, was simple.
"Yipee."
-the end-
I'm going to go work on something HP now for you...
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Date: 2004-11-07 12:13 am (UTC)From:Thank you! This is wonderful! Such character for each one in such a short little fic bit... I love this. *blows kisses because I am sick and would not want you to become ill*
This part: Lifting his hand, he let two fingers dance and walk up the curves and dips of Cypress's skin
Oooh, such loverly imagery... ^_^
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Date: 2004-11-07 12:18 am (UTC)From:woot! the fluff attacks again!
Date: 2004-11-07 12:15 am (UTC)From:"What?"
"You're taking those things back."
"Why?"
"I will not tolerate a Colin Creevy in my house!"
"Our house...?"
"OUT!"
"Draco."
Draco shuddered away from the boxes piled around Harry in the living room, full of moving pictures and some stand stills, with markers and tape and shredded piece of paper. A book laid in front of Harry, it's first page flawless and untouched. Harry was just about to put the first photo down when Draco just got home, just in time.
"I want to make a scrapbook," Harry explained, sounding reasonable. "We've been together for 7 years and I'm tired of all these boxes of pictures in the back of my closet."
"Our closet," Draco said dumbly. Harry grinned.
"Why don't you help me?"
Draco hissed and if he was cat, Harry would have imagined him on the ceiling by now.
"Scrapbooking is for...for wives and mothers," Draco said, backing away to the safety of some other room. Like the bathroom.
"I don't think Hermione wants to do our book," Harry said, reaching for a picture that caught his attention. He looked at it for a moment, then smirked.
"What?" Draco asked, curiously. "What is it?"
"I think this picture should be the first one everyone sees," Harry said and started putting tape on the back of it.
"What is it?" Draco demanded, coming a bit closer. Harry, smirking devilishly, slapped the picture right in the center of the first page. Draco still couldn't see it from where he was standing, so he treaded just a bit closer. Harry silently moved the book upright and showed him.
"..."
"Draco, we really have to try this position again."
"...Well, you didn't say this was going to be about sex, now did you? Scoot over and let me show you how this is done."
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Date: 2004-11-07 09:30 am (UTC)From:Do you read Gravi fanfic? I recced a few the other day.
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Date: 2004-11-07 10:24 am (UTC)From:Re: woot! the fluff attacks again!
Date: 2004-11-07 11:00 am (UTC)From:Couldn't find fluff rec, hope this helps
Date: 2004-11-07 04:16 am (UTC)From:I couldn't find any good fluff recs so here you go - the best I can do at 7am! :)
Harry checked the temperature of the soup by pressing the back of the spoon to his hand. Warm enough. From the living room the sound of constant nose blowing, which Harry swore resembled a flight of geese passing through, and a deep hacking cough, let Harry know that Draco was awake. Sighing and shaking his head he turned the knob on the back of the cooker to off and ladled up a bowl of the chicken and noodle mixture.
Draco was buried on the couch, yellow and grey afghan pulled tightly around his head so that only his cherry red nose and watery eyes could be seen. His face had a grey, sweaty look which Harry thought was from his insistence of laying almost directly on top of the vaporizer, however he was sure that if he asked Draco would insist it was from a fever. So he didn’t ask.
Walking over to the couch he placed the tray on the coffee table, pushing napkins and cough drop wrappers out of the way. He picked Draco’s ankles up in one hand and sat down, pulling the other boys feet into his lap and rubbing the leg gently. Draco blinked blearily up at him.
“I brought your lunch.”
Draco coughed and sniffled, “Don’t want any.”
“Draco you have to eat.”
Draco flipped around with great difficulty, getting tangled in the mess of blankets, but finally placing his head on Harry’s lap. Harry ran his hand through the sweat soaked, pale hair, pushing it off Draco’s forehead and sighing.
“I’m dying, Harry.”
“You’re not dying, love.”
“Am.”
“Eat.”
“Dying people don’t need food, Harry.”
“Draco.” Harry tried to make his voice stern as he warred with the laughter that was creeping into his voice. His boyfriend really could be a prat sometimes.
Draco shook his head, burying beneath the blankets. Harry sighed and clicked on the TV, settling his arm over what he thought were Draco’s shoulders. Eventually Draco’s head popped out of the covers.
“I want to watch Soaps.”
“Draco, we are not watching Soaps.”
Draco blinked up at him with watery eyes. “But Harrrrrrrrry, I’m dying.”
He settled back down on Harry’s lap, wiggling his bottom into the cushions. “So we get to watch what I want until I die.”
Re: Couldn't find fluff rec, hope this helps
Date: 2004-11-07 09:37 am (UTC)From:*snorts from laughter for once instead of bloody cold*
Hahaha! Oh, this is just too cute. Thank you! I think I resemble Draco in many ways, except I don't have a nice Harry-type bf to fix me soup and deny me my soaps. ;> Wow, you are so sweet! This made my morning.
Re: Couldn't find fluff rec, hope this helps
Date: 2004-11-07 10:48 am (UTC)From:Hope your feeling better soon... colds are just far to icky.
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Date: 2004-11-07 04:50 am (UTC)From:I'm trying to think of something to rec you that you haven't already read! heh.
Have you finished Oscillate Wildly by
It's flangsty, quirky, and has H/D having sex on security cam! wahooo!
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Date: 2004-11-07 09:39 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 06:50 pm (UTC)From:Have you some drugs now?
*cuddle, cuddle*
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Date: 2004-11-07 06:55 pm (UTC)From:But yes. I have NyQuil and Tylenol and cough drops and throat soothing tea... so far what I have used has been helping. *smooch from far away*
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Date: 2004-11-07 07:08 pm (UTC)From:I'm not ascared of germs!
*cough*
oops!
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Date: 2004-11-07 07:49 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 10:32 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 10:23 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 10:58 am (UTC)From:Oh, and your icon? Simply marvelous. ;>
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Date: 2004-11-07 11:13 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 01:40 pm (UTC)From:Glad you're feeling better though! :)
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Date: 2004-11-07 04:41 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 05:22 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-07 11:45 pm (UTC)From:***
Harry's eyes drifted with the nicely rounded rear end of a tall muscular bright haired young man. Unfortunately it was not Draco's.
"I caught you looking," Harry started at the familiar hiss in his ear.
"I was not!"
"Bloody hell you weren't. You were looking at that guy's ass!" Harry followed Draco's long pale exclamation mark of a finger to the tight little booty he'd spied just a moment before. "And I'd thank you to keep your eyes to yourself from now on."
'You're jealous," Harry said with a laugh. Draco brooded. "I can't believe you're jealous."
"I have every right to be you know," Draco said, his eyes roaming over the crowd around like a paranoid weasel's. "Of all the people around here, you're by far the hottest. I've seen at least four guys, and a whole bucket full of women checking you out, you twit. I don't go for that non-sense."
"Ah, but you're my cuddle bunny," Harry said softly, his voice a mushy whine.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Harry got up and walked right over and plopped down in his lap. "When I want the hot animal loving, you're my hunky monkey."
"That'll be enough Harry. Harry!" Draco's voice nearly cracked as Harry let his hand have free reign to do a bit of roaming.
"And when I want the sweet white chocolate and vanilla rum love you're my . . . you're my frosted topping."
"Harry! Please!" Harry smiled and continued to let his hand roam.
"And when I. . ."
"You've made your point, damn it!" Draco said, suddenly trying to rise to his feet. Harry got up and laughed as Draco threw down a hand-full of bills and started to walk briskly away.
"Ah, but you're. . ." Harry ran after him laughing as he went.
Draco stopped short, turned around, got right up into Harry's face, and sneered. He whispered so low on his breath that Harry could hardly hear it: "The next words I want to hear from you're mouth Potter are 'oh by Merlin's beard yes right there yes.' Got it?"
Harry smirked back, but kept his mouth shut until Draco walked out to the street and threw up his hand to hail a cab. Harry got up right behind him as a car began to pull up and standing up on tippy-toe, purred right into the blond man's ear, "If this is how you're going to be, I guess I need to check out certain tight little asses more often."
Then, unceremoniously, Harry goosed him.
***
There, does that work? :-D Feel better! Do it, or I'll force hot-toddies down you're throat until you write drunken haiku about your cold.
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Date: 2004-11-08 10:33 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-11-08 11:51 pm (UTC)From:You should know better by now not to eat or drink anything when you're reading ANYTHING I write. You never know when, in the midst of the most horrible of the horrible horrors, I might suddenly pull a "I Drink Your Blood" and change the rules. And come on, if I actually set out to write "fluff" you're doomed. Hang up your hat, the game is over. (Was that a mixed metaphor? I never can tell.)
And if it's any consolation I couldn't drive straight going home cause I kept busting-up over "hunky-monkey."
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Date: 2004-11-09 12:11 am (UTC)From:And hunky monkey? Good thing to bust up over on your drive home. You can get all those people looking at you oddly at traffic lights and such...
Hey, I wrote something that turned out pretty damn creepy. Shall I email it? It's original fiction.
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Date: 2004-11-09 12:28 am (UTC)From:no subject
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