on to star wars, qui/obi. cannibalizing my OWN recs page, heh. i had a craving after seeing mr mcgregor in aotc the other day... .
am i really lame for liking angstyangsty sweet fluff like this*?
aaaaaand
evening sacrifice for the lifting of your hands, by james walkswithwind. a little naive--just, you know, some angst, a bit of silliness, a random confession, and then a whole lot of kissing. nc-17. hurt/comfort.
hahaha. q, on getting o's clothes off without o noticing: 'they don't call me a "master" for nothing.' not going on the recs page, but it's a silly and rather cute pwp. also by james walkswithwind.
the beginning of buying trouble, a master/slave au by layna ayre anderson, holds me spellbound as a sweet, uncomplicated, but very good romance should. but i'm ashamed to admit after the mutual confession of love and the kisses i lose interest. the story's only two-thirds over, but i feel most of the tension has been disspelled and am perfectly happy to go 'that's all, folks!'... and go to bed.
the kittehs have escaped and are twining around mewling, rubbing their heads on the door. we are out of wet cat food, i think.
*'believe,' by ladonna king
am i really lame for liking angstyangsty sweet fluff like this*?
aaaaaand
evening sacrifice for the lifting of your hands, by james walkswithwind. a little naive--just, you know, some angst, a bit of silliness, a random confession, and then a whole lot of kissing. nc-17. hurt/comfort.
hahaha. q, on getting o's clothes off without o noticing: 'they don't call me a "master" for nothing.' not going on the recs page, but it's a silly and rather cute pwp. also by james walkswithwind.
the beginning of buying trouble, a master/slave au by layna ayre anderson, holds me spellbound as a sweet, uncomplicated, but very good romance should. but i'm ashamed to admit after the mutual confession of love and the kisses i lose interest. the story's only two-thirds over, but i feel most of the tension has been disspelled and am perfectly happy to go 'that's all, folks!'... and go to bed.
the kittehs have escaped and are twining around mewling, rubbing their heads on the door. we are out of wet cat food, i think.
*'believe,' by ladonna king
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