hrm...

[lyssie]

This inspector is an idiot.

*sad* I hit the nc17 list earlier this night. Someone's already written briefing room table smut between Sam and Jack (and it's close enough to what I've been writing to, well... *sigh*). So. My smut is now tabled for now (furniture puns aside).

Now, if I could just finish something longer than a thousand words....

Comments

[elly427.livejournal.com]

But hon, yours would be good!

/snark

[jemster.livejournal.com]

*slaps hand* Stop it!

Oh, and totally OT here, but did you happen to get the fic I sent you?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*snickers*

(my ego is way too big as it is.)

But I wasn't gonna say it first.

[woodface]

No please, that smut sucks =o(

*wails* I want good briefing room table smut. Ignore that. They write about chocolate browns for crying out loud. Don't make us suffer for that idiot because she can't write. She mentions orgass building like dams in monsoons *wails*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Chocolate... you know, I think I skimmed it too fast...

And he/she forgot he/she sliced Jack's hand to ribbons. Who wants to have sex with a bloody hand?

[woodface]

It's just bad smut, hon. Ignore it. Pleassssssssse? I really really want good briefing room table smut =o(

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

heh. I will.. try, darlin'. Can't promise anything (seeing as I'm at work), but I can try.

*stretches* Gah. Wanna go home.

[woodface]

*whisks you away*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*goes home with Jara*

[woodface]

Awwwww *puts Lyssie to bed*