On Sleeping Naked

I called him. We talked for, like, a minute. I really didn't know what to say beyond "I'm so sorry", but he understood. He always understood my mumbling well. He sounded so...tired. Just so tired. I'd never heard him sound like that - not even when he was late to work on Sept. 11 and never made it to the towers. Not even then.

I feel so useless, too. I can do nothing. I can't even hug him, because he's a long way from here. I sent him my hugs and love over the phone, and that's about all I could do.

I didn't even know his dad had leukemia. I feel so stupid, even though it's not my fault he never told me.

And, fucking hell it's really distracting when you can hear your parents having sex in the next room!!!

GOOD LORD, MY EARS!!!!!!

SHIT!

Maybe my ears are deceiving me...but it's happened before, so you can never be to careful...

Ahhh, music. Should take care of that.

Anyway, moving on...::shudder::

And it's weird, because besides that, it was a good night... I don't want to jinx anything, but...I'm actually writing. An NC-17 challenge fic, but writing all the same. :) Maybe I'll actually finish it...who knows.

And let's give a big warm welcome to arborealis! Yay!..

See? Happy things...

I feel so torn. I just can't bear the thought of Igor, out there somewhere, feeling...god, I can't imagine what he must be feeling. I just hope that he had a chance to patch things up with his dad... For his sake, I hope he did.

I'm thinking of you, milyi. Obnimayu i celuyu tebia.

On Today.

I. Am. Writing.

However, the mood that I was in last night is drastically different than now, or rather - the writing mood. So, I'm having a difficult time getting back to it. But if I look at it from a different perspective, it might be a good thing, because where I am now, in the story, is somewhat different than where I was when it was only, say, 4 pages long.

I find it amusing that I'm writing a story that's a NC-17 challenge, and I'm on page 7 and still no nookie.

Ah, well. They'll get around it, I'm sure. Sirius just needs to get it together enough... Heh. That's all I'm saying.

And, wheee, very soon I should have some delicious Bill/Angel smut via Bally. Good lord, I can't wait.

And now, back to the studio.

On You.

I remember Bally doing this a while ago, and I thought it was a very cool idea. This post is going to be me telling all of you what I think about you. Ah, yes, get ready... (See Liz rub her hands together and cackle.)

( Curious much? Extensive licking inside. )

And now am off to try and finish up that sex scene...

(Well, actually, it's page 8, and we still haven't gotten there... Blame them. Really. I thought it would be short and sweet, but noooooo, Sirius had other ideas - and Remus is just as pissed off as I am, believe me. But I'll whip 'em into shape. Oh, yes, will I ever...)