we are so writing this.

[fatima]

Sofek, the Angel of Gayness, appeared before Spock and said unto him: It is Good.
—The Book of Spock, a companion to Transfiguration

Seriously though, GUYS, WILL YOU PLEASE JUMP EACH OTHER ALREADY!!!???

(ICness is such a bitch sometimes, sigh.)

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[no-detective.livejournal.com]

This is Hemingway writing sex that would pass the publishing censorship of his contemporaries:

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Then there was the smell of heather crushed and the roughness of the bent stalks under her head and the sun bright on her closed eyes and all his life he would remember the curve of her throat with her head pushed back into the heather roots and her lips that moved smally and by themselves and the fluttering of the lashes on the eyes tight closed against the sun and against everything, and for her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color. For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.

Then he was lying on his side, his head deep in the heather, smelling it and the smell of the roots and the earth and the sun came through it and it was scratchy on his bare shoulders and along his flanks and the girl was lying opposite him with her eyes still shut and then she opened them and smiled at him and he said very tiredly and from a great but friendly distance, "Hello rabbit." And she smiled and from no distance said, "Hello, my Ingles."

***

Vague enough?

[snowlight.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. They were doing it out in the open?

And I noticed a distinct lack of punctuations in the first four lines or so.

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He could not move. Could not do so even though his mind cried out for it, and as deft fingers slid down his chest and thighs, pushing them apart, he was powerless to stop them. Wet lips on a dusky blond head traced a path down his suddenly exposed skin and he just leaned his head back, an oh no dissolving in the air around his gasping, wordless breath. He was dying. His body no longer belonged to him, and his soul had already been vanquished under the impossible heat.

Tell me to stop, the voice demanded.

He didn't.

Report me. Throw me back out onto the street.

He couldn't.

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Porny enough?

[no-detective.livejournal.com]

...

*FORGETS TO BREATHE*

I - yes. I would say that is, indeed, PORNY ENOUGH.

OMG. OMG.

*goes back to read again and again*

OT

[buoy.livejournal.com]

I love your icon.

Kirk's actually holding his hands in place

Re: OT

[no-detective.livejournal.com]

YES, HE IS.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees that.