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A few Samurai Champloo recs up on recs page. None for Trigun yet, though there's plenty of that fic out there, and I'm sure fans have already read everything. Also, in update news, allowed myself to get a bit distracted. See..it started with the lack of good Sesshoumaru kink in the Inuyasha fandom and ended up with thoughts of a certain corsaire and then...perhaps...his snotty-ass brother. Ahem.
He allowed his lips to curve, not at all amused, then inhaled sharply through his nose as the heat his back increased, pressing closer. It touched him everywhere, the back of his legs, protected only by stockings, seemed to burn, his back scorching beneath his just-a-corps, what could not have been a bead of sweat falling down the length of his spine, sticking to once-crisp linen.
He would not and did not shiver, lifting his chin instead and waiting as the metal at his neck warmed. The blade was no longer as cold as it was once, even if it still hungered for him. This time real amusement made him smile, safely where it could not be viewed by the dog at his back.
“We will speak later.” The calm in his own voice at issuing such a dismissal was no match for the sudden jump in his heartbeat at the expectation of the consequences. Servants and nobles alike had learned to run at his voice in the past year, trembling at his very lack of rage and the way in which he could, if he so chose, show his displeasure. Only those who had felt the kiss of the leash would share in his excitement.
The pressure at his throat did not ease. The blood racing through him now seemed to flood before his vision, only red before his narrowed eyes as he slid his own slim blade from his sleeve and slashed at the arm over his shoulder. “I am not joking!” he snarled as he turned quickly, some of the blood splashing onto him as he did and ruining what had been a costly ensemble.
hee hee.
Also, if anyone reading this knows of an Original Slash author or story that they truly dug, then pass on the links (lend me some sugar, I am your neighbour). Original authors, with few places to post, seem to post them on personal websites and compiling them might be helpful. Also...on the Charmingly Carnal website...if I like a piece do I need to ask author even if I am only posting a link? Technically it's kind of a (really unprofessional and immature) book review. Don't wish to step on any toes. At least, not today.
He allowed his lips to curve, not at all amused, then inhaled sharply through his nose as the heat his back increased, pressing closer. It touched him everywhere, the back of his legs, protected only by stockings, seemed to burn, his back scorching beneath his just-a-corps, what could not have been a bead of sweat falling down the length of his spine, sticking to once-crisp linen.
He would not and did not shiver, lifting his chin instead and waiting as the metal at his neck warmed. The blade was no longer as cold as it was once, even if it still hungered for him. This time real amusement made him smile, safely where it could not be viewed by the dog at his back.
“We will speak later.” The calm in his own voice at issuing such a dismissal was no match for the sudden jump in his heartbeat at the expectation of the consequences. Servants and nobles alike had learned to run at his voice in the past year, trembling at his very lack of rage and the way in which he could, if he so chose, show his displeasure. Only those who had felt the kiss of the leash would share in his excitement.
The pressure at his throat did not ease. The blood racing through him now seemed to flood before his vision, only red before his narrowed eyes as he slid his own slim blade from his sleeve and slashed at the arm over his shoulder. “I am not joking!” he snarled as he turned quickly, some of the blood splashing onto him as he did and ruining what had been a costly ensemble.
hee hee.
Also, if anyone reading this knows of an Original Slash author or story that they truly dug, then pass on the links (lend me some sugar, I am your neighbour). Original authors, with few places to post, seem to post them on personal websites and compiling them might be helpful. Also...on the Charmingly Carnal website...if I like a piece do I need to ask author even if I am only posting a link? Technically it's kind of a (really unprofessional and immature) book review. Don't wish to step on any toes. At least, not today.
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because I have too many fucking projects and rampant ADDfor ease. Thus said I have lots of other original crack that needs to go up. Do you have a button for IOS? I'll put it up.So wait...are you entertaining thoughts of naughtiness and Etienne? Or am I misunderstanding you?
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hmmm, well piratefancier and I tossed around the idea of Etienne smut once... Was a compelling idea. Pooky has declared it to be hot. Would probably be a standalone. So I guess no, you are not misunderstanding me. heh.
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ok, now that is a kickass idea- cause I liked Etienne. More than I was supposed to, I think. What can I say, I have a fetish for icy snobs. I join the call for smut. Here, here. Give us smut forthwith. Oh, and this was with the NeNe, no?
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you know...it wasn't with the NeNe...but now that you mention it...I can see two scenarios for that. pretty pretty. yay for icy snobs. yay for icy snobs being totally degraded by sexy little upstarts!