Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings

gacked from fabu:

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s)...

I'm using the phrase "working" very loosely, okay? Because I'm not actually working on them, not as such. They're sitting patiently on my hard disc, waiting for my return.

( OuaTiM )

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( Harry Potter I )

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( Harry Potter II )

I rarely indulge in reading badfic these days, but tonight I came across a nice little ficcie which, because of the title "Without my Sweet Buttercup", I wrongly assumed to be a parody.

It was short and sweet and, apart from attributing "promenade cheekbones" to one of the characters, it also offered this lovely sex scene (rated R):

"They both trailed burning kisses onto each other. Both needed to fell each other's body. Each of them had roaming hands. They tore at their clothes as if their clothes were on fire. They needed to release that only this would bring. They continued as long as they could, always slowing down right before they fell off the cliff. Then, they would pick up soon after, continuing to climb higher and higher. They finally gave into their body's need for the climax. They fell onto the bed sheets."

There are much worse ones out there, granted. But somehow, the need to "fell each other's body" cracks me up. As does the fact that there seems to be only one body involved in the whole act.

ETA: Maybe I should mention that the fandom to which this steamy sex scene belongs is none other than Once upon a Time in Mexico. Yep, that's right. "Without my Sweet Buttercup" is El/Sands slash. That might explain why I thought it might be a parody.

The "promenande cheekbones" are, of course, Sands'.