Jul. 10th, 2002

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D is set on becoming a mendhi artist. Which is why I now have a faint tan blotch on my chest; cheap henna is a waste of money.

Eventually I'll make myself a separate website. I think. I'm just fed up with free hosts that go under. I've now lost 4 sites that way, and it's put a serious crimp in my desire to recreate the old ones. Especially after I moved Violet Letters twice and then bloody Lycos booted it in a fit of homophobia.

So let me get round to the reason I got into this blogging thing: my latest slash obsession. I have an ungodly number of half-written Smallville fics, still. The serious one that looks like I'll finish it first... well, after And the Sailor, Home from the Sea and The Utterly Perfect Murder it seems too serious, I think. So I've decided to make myself write and post some smut, first.

The problem is, twice this past week, when I went to bed, Clex porn started writing itself in my head. I got up both times and wrote out as far as the actual words went, then went back to sleep. I could go with either one, but I can't choose which.

So here they are. Vote for the one you want to see first (if you say both, I swear I'll write Bo/Bessie).

Full Spectrum; Close )

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And you all thought Bo/Bessie was an empty threat? If only. But [livejournal.com profile] wileykit666 had to keep angling for both "Full Spectrum" and "Close" and the following tidbit just... typed itself, using my hands and keyboard and internet connection to appear in a post on the TWoP Recs thread. It disturbs me beyond the telling of it that I can apparently only write this in serious mode, even if a sillyfic version would be only slightly less scary. On the bright side, I seem to have scared myself out of being able to continue; but don't push it. You've been warned.


Jonathan had always wanted to own cows. The sound of their lowing carrying over the fields calmed him like nothing else. Sometimes, between one farm chore and another, he would walk through the herd just to breathe in their earthy, musky smell.

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