Cause Cheap Is How I Feel

Up past midnight: check.
35C in the house: check.
Sweaty, sticky, and mostly naked: check.
Eating cold fried chicken and white bread and drinking fruit punch: check.
Writing sweaty hot floorsex: check.
IM -- ing it sentence by sentence to the girlfriend, um, for beta, yeah: check (cause we're just not sweaty enough yet yah).

Yeah. Cheap and slashy. :-)

EDITED to flaunt the wonderful icon fairestcat made me!

A Letter from Kingston, January 1802

Apparently, q_skud_ and I have one brane between us. Our Hornblower universes have coalesced with an audible and distinct sort of damp thud, as when a quantity of tapioca pudding hits your kitchen floor from some height.

Conveniently, our shared mind is generally a filthy one.

Not this week, though. *sigh* This week it's a painful one.

Epistolary fic.

Follows the events of Nature
and Degree.

Contemporary with A Letter From Flanders

Xposted to hh_slash, crumpeteers articlexxix, and one_hot_lobster.

( Sent to Major A. R. Edrington of the 95th, folded inside a letter from Lt. William Bush, Second of the Renown. )

A Letter from Kingston, January 1802

Apparently, q_skud_ and I have one brane between us. Our Hornblower universes have coalesced with an audible and distinct sort of damp thud, as when a quantity of tapioca pudding hits your kitchen floor from some height.

Conveniently, our shared mind is generally a filthy one.

Not this week, though. *sigh* This week it's a painful one.

Epistolary fic.

Follows the events of Nature
and Degree.

Contemporary with A Letter From Flanders

Xposted to hh_slash, crumpeteers articlexxix, and one_hot_lobster.

( Sent to Major A. R. Edrington of the 95th, folded inside a letter from Lt. William Bush, Second of the Renown. )