What do you do when you think you've been a victim of inception?

[angelgazing]

I have the sudden urge to write Arthur/Eames sexpollen fic.

::eyes the internet suspiciously::


I DON'T EVEN WRITE PORN!

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[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

The last time I tried to write porn was probably something like 6 years ago. And even then it was terrible. I mean, terrible. And usually very vague.

The thing is, I just have this vision of Eames, the tips of three fingers buried in Arthur, panting against the sweaty small of Arthur's back while Arthur whines and tries to rock against his weight to get him deeper. And the sounds he's making, the heat of him, it's probably enough to make Eames come right then and there, but. But he licks the sweat off of Arthur's spine, slowly, one vertebra at a time, and tries to swallow down his want and keep his fingers steady, because this isn't for him. This can't be for him. He's a terrible man for wanting it to be.

Gmail is denying me access! It won't let me seeeeee. I WANT TO SEEEEE.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

*dies again and again and again* *grabby hands* moar please

Gmail is stupid and changed the privacy settings without asking me >:( Try again now? if it doesn't work I'll send it again as an attachment

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Arthur is burning up. His knuckles are white where they grip onto the bedsheets. The pretty flush of his cheeks is hidden, because he's got his face buried into the hotel pillow like he can't bare to to see, not anymore. He whines again, high pitched and it wraps around Eames' heart and tugs in the most distracting way.

"Hey, hey, hey," Eames says, his voice still rough, his mouth pressed just below and behind Arthur's ear, "shush, Arthur, I've got you, yeah? Said I'd take care of you, and I will, darling." He brushes his thumb across the back of Arthur's hand, hoping he'll release his grip before he hurts himself. "I'll take such good care of you," he can't help but say, breathless. "But I won't hurt you. I won't."

"I know," Arthur answers, grumpy and muffled by the pillow. He shakes Eames' hand off the back of his just to lace their fingers together. "Just--"

"Please." Eames closes his eyes tightly, rests his weight just a little bit more on the backs of Arthur's thighs to keep him still. "Just relax. Please."

Still I am deniiiied!

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

goddddddddddddd. I can't even. *rolls all over it*

Grrrrrr. Ok, let's try the ol' linky way (https://docs.google.com/document/edit?id=10Y6PPfbm-lESL-1rc7UGmtBWYHFIRUQSw-CufiRfXFw&hl=en&authkey=CKSfpeoL)!

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

OMG OMG OMG OMG THE NOISES I JUST MADE AT THE PICTURE COULD ONLY BE HEARD BY PUPPIES. THAT IS JUST OMG.

SO, SO ADORABLE. I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE REEEEST. ::FLAILS::

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

oh wait! I think I have resolved the problem! You should be able to see it now...

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

I have sent you an email with what I've got so far of the bakery thing. Except for the notes about scenes I've still got to write. And the rough draft outline of another scene, because I am horrified by it. But, but. OMG. Yours is SO CUTE. I CAN'T EVEN STAND IT.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

NO NO NO YOURS IS THE MOST SPECTACULAR! OMG!!! BOYS! It's so amazing! How are you so effing talented? I've read it all two times already and I'm going for a third because omg! *flails* the hearteyes I'm making, you don't even know!

I've written part three and a draft of part four in my notebook! I'll type them tomorrow and also add the second doodle (which i drew last week but forgot to scan) (this fairytale keeps getting failier with every word I add, but at least I'm having fun...)

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

NO, OMG IT IS NOT BUT I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY. ::HUGS::

YOURS IS THE MOST SPECTACULAR OF AAALL. IT IS SO ADORABLE! SO VERY ADORABLE!