Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#19918 Thu, Aug 7, 0:17AM PST
*He fishes around under the bed, mumbling to himself... A shirt, his shorts, a sock... Where -were- his pants? And his other sock? He finally faces the fact that he might just -have- to get out of bed to find them... or tickle them out of a certain someone... the mumbling eventually transmutes into humming, which becomes soft singing... The tune the slightly lilting, a little bouncy, too...* Still the taste of wine...dee-dee-dah-dah-daaaaah....*Hums*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#19975 Thu, Aug 7, 0:21AM PST
~~The singing elicits a response from Neets, though perhaps not the one hoped for. Really, he has startlingly good aim for someone tossing a feather pillow at someone else's head.~~ Qu't't! ~~Lo and behold, the missing sock dangles from his hand, a mischevious smirk crossing his lips.~~ Mekk'n too much no'se...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20060 Thu, Aug 7, 0:27AM PST
*The music stops as the pillow thwaps against the back of his head* Hey! *He picks up the pillow, trying his best to look put out* I'm not -that- bad..... *Espies the sock, laughing softly* I knew it... *He tosses the pillow back, then makes a grab for the sock* Gimme that...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20102 Thu, Aug 7, 0:30AM PST
~~Quick as a rabbit, he's on his feet, hopping across teh bed and darting past the trader, waving the sock around and grinning.~~ Nope! Y'-bit- me! 'Ard! M'gonna 'old yer sock fer rans'm till ya...hmmmm... Dunno. Summth'n drast'c!

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20207 Thu, Aug 7, 0:37AM PST
((*Snickers at Neets* Reesa- *nodnod* Green and purple go spiffily...)) I -said- I was sorry.... *Blushing faintly but retaining his own grin* Fine, hold it for ransom... *Takes his other sock off and tosses it at Neets* Hold this one, too... And couldjya wash 'em while you think of their price? *Laughs, shaking his head*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20287 Thu, Aug 7, 0:44AM PST
Ah'know... ~~Making a face, he catches the sock, dangling it with the other one and looking thoughtful.~~ Shou'da stole'yer pants'gin... ((*laugh* He's certainly...saucy...tonight. I know...my fave color combo!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20342 Thu, Aug 7, 0:50AM PST
*Nods, watching him arrange the socks... Before the boy can move to steal them now, he plunks down on his pants* Maybe... But you're stuck with my socks, now... *The grin becomes brainless as he watches the being he's dubbed as 'Kitten'...* ((*Laughs* It seems like it! Dark blue and a soft yellow are nice, too...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20395 Thu, Aug 7, 0:55AM PST
~~Absently, as he considers something, he stares at the socks.~~ A'cou'd allus tie'ya up n'keep y'ear... ~~The grin washes over him, blood rushing to tint his pale skin a soft pink.~~ S'okay... ((*grin* I don't have an yelow nail polish...I haven't bought new colors in AGES...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20464 Thu, Aug 7, 1:03AM PST
That you could... *Several meanings -and images- flit through his mind, but he doesn't say anything else...A quiet chuckle at the blush* Next you'll be stealing my veil...*A melodramatic sigh* ((Revlon's Street Wear, the color called Chick... that's the yellow I have. *Grin* I like Urban Decay, too...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20525 Thu, Aug 7, 1:10AM PST
~~He snickers, letting those thoughts pass...a few ideas that he probably shouldn't have had flickering and dying.~~ Yer ve'l? ~~More snickering, this time accompanied by him backing up, eyeing the trader carefully...~~ Whatcha need'a ve'l fer? ((*grin* I'm cheap...I go for the $.99 Wet & Wild crap!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20564 Thu, Aug 7, 1:15AM PST
*Laughs at the alarm, having forgotten...* I'm not absolutely certian of the original reasons for it... A veil does help keep sand out of your mouth and nose when the wind blows, as well as the sun off your face.... It's also expected, tradition... *A wicked smile* You'll need one, too. ((*Grinnod* Wet 'n' Wild is okay, too... ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20612 Thu, Aug 7, 1:22AM PST
~~Ah...it may -look- like alarm...it's actually a careful inspection of trajectory, making sure Beej, bed and he are all in line...right before letting loose a ridiculously warbling war-cry and launching himself at a run...and then a tiny leap into the air...oh my...he's going to knock Beej over flat onto the bed if he doesn't move! What a pity...~~ ((*grin* At least it dries in under an hour...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20668 Thu, Aug 7, 1:31AM PST
*Startled by the- well, we'll be polite and call it a war-cry -he doesn't move in time.... So, he ends up s p r a w l e d in a tangle of Neets and clothes, struggling to laugh and breathe at the same time* And... wha'wuzzat....for...? ((True! *Laugh*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20697 Thu, Aug 7, 1:35AM PST
Fer...bein' you! ~~Snickering, he holds the socks up, sitting on Beej's stomach, though lightly.~~ N'now a'know what'm gonna use'yer sock fer. ~~Waving them around, he holds them under the trader's nose.~~ ((*laugh* Y'think it's bad for my nails that I just picked off the old polish instead of using polish remover?))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20771 Thu, Aug 7, 1:45AM PST
*He frowns, looking as if he couldn't comprehend even 2 + 2... And sounding it, too. This is, of course, merely an act...* For just bein' me? *Laughs* Remind me not to audition for a play around you.... *He twists his head away from the socks, acting as if it's worse than it is* No, no! Anything but that...! *He collapses into laughter, bringing his arms up to cover his face ((if he can)), noting the weight and location of the younger man with more than passing interest... He pushes that thought away*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20797 Thu, Aug 7, 1:48AM PST
Mmmm-hmmm. ~~Nodding, smiling at the act and thinking the socks really don't smell that bad. After all, how often has he even had the -chance- to put on his shoes in the past couple of days?~~ An'thin'? Hmmm...mebbe... ~~Trailing off sharply, he realizes where he is, what he's doing...and finds himself fighting back almost childish giggling. ~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#20872 Thu, Aug 7, 1:56AM PST
*Actually, now that he's thought about it, he -hasn't- worn that pair of socks in just under a week... Which is -all- Neets' fault. You can tell this has disturbed him deeply....* Hum.... Well, almost anything.... Maybe what? *He cranes his neck, trying to find a foot...Grinning vapidly once more*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#20916 Thu, Aug 7, 2:00AM PST
~~Grinning and biting his lip, knowing that if he lets even one giggle loose, he'll be gone, he shakes his head.~~ Mebbe...a'shou'd git'some socks... Almos' an'thin'? Awwwww...yer n'fun! ~~He doesn't notice the search for his ticklish spots, or he'd be scooting away... He -does- notice that grin...and it seems to him that it fills some hidden spot inside him...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21007 Thu, Aug 7, 2:11AM PST
*Aha...Slowly, slowly, a hand creeps towards one bare foot...* Maybe... They do make black ones... Which reminds me that we still hafta get you some new clothes.... *He looks thoughtful, which is kind of hard to do when you're grinning foolishly...* I'm lots of fun! It just depends on what you think is....better or worse than socks, I s'pose..... *Were he paying attention, he'd note some odd, not-empty spot, too....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21040 Thu, Aug 7, 2:16AM PST
Black'uns...'kay! ~~Snickering at the way that sounds, he blinks once, and then it's too late. Disolving into a fit of giggling, he collapses across the trader, socks, clothing and teasing forgotten.~~ Yer... ~~giggle~~ ...lossa'fun...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21051 Thu, Aug 7, 2:18AM PST
((*Adores SMF* *Should play there more often* *Winces* *Needs to talk to Andrea, will poke about in Twigsville tomorrow* *Writes this down* *is Rambling*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21052 Thu, Aug 7, 2:18AM PST
Elvis:((*gigglegrin* I noticed that...*blinks oddly* Have you EVER noticed that there aren't any moderatly-off people in here, financially speaking? Just a personal irk...you're either rich, or broke...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21058 Thu, Aug 7, 2:19AM PST
((*Peers at Shannon and whispers to Elvis* Don't let her kiss you! She'll try to touch your beasts! *giggle*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21077 Thu, Aug 7, 2:22AM PST
*Startled by the giggles...He hadn't touched his foot, yet! He gives up and laughs himself, unsure of what's -so- funny, -VERY- glad something is, at last...* I am? *He finally reaches over and brushes the sole of the foot with a delicate fingertip...* So're you....

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21106 Thu, Aug 7, 2:26AM PST
((*Whimpers, torn between- well, never mind... She just covers her face with her hands, peeping at The Amazon* Eeep.... *Snickers* *Wonders what a Beast-Avenger Avenges for... Do Beasts have...*Dramatic Music* ISSUES?*/// Reesa- Seems that way... *Shrug* I live in a 'rich' part of town and we don't have much money.... ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21108 Thu, Aug 7, 2:26AM PST
Ack! Don'! ~~Giggling verges on hysteria, happy, sad, it doesn't matter, it's just a final way to release the tension in his mind, massage away the knot in his gut. And that he happens to be doing it draped over Beej, the person who seems to make him stable...complete him? So much the better...~~ Mekk'n me...~~sniggle~~...la'gh!

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21137 Thu, Aug 7, 2:30AM PST
Elvis:((*grin* I actually meant character-wise... But I have a hard time explaining to people why I own (basically) 7 or 8,000 dollars worth of computers, but we have to really PLAN to go to a movie...*wry grin*))

Lcpl M. S. Rushing Wearing his ~No I`m not playing a joke....I really am a lamer!~ T-shirt... (Everybody needs a ubbe..... *blink* .....chicken...): . . . . msg#21107 Thu, Aug 7, 2:26AM PST
Y'all didn't see or hear anything...'kay? *Looks around warily...Marines are everywhere.* *Yes...even in the salad.*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21159 Thu, Aug 7, 2:33AM PST
((*Laughs at the image of Marines in a salad* ''Mommy, what's this?'' ''It's a Marine, dear, just put it to the side.'' *Yes, I -AM- strange! You get a gold star for noticing.* )) I know I am... *His own laughter has trailed off into erratic chortles* Y'need to laugh more often.... *He tickles that foot again, just a little, delighting in the comfort that seems to have sprung up, aided in no small way by the warm youth who's using him as a couch*

Lcpl M. S. Rushing Wearing his ~No I`m not playing a joke....I really am a lamer!~ T-shirt... (Everybody needs a ubbe..... *blink* .....chicken...): . . . . msg#21164 Thu, Aug 7, 2:35AM PST
*giggles at Elvis* Yup. Don't move the croutons....that's where we hide the mines.... *nods*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21208 Thu, Aug 7, 2:40AM PST
((*Waves at someone she thinks is Sus...* // *Finds it odd to be giggled at by an Amazon, but grins anyhow* *Would never take her Beasts (which she has slight issues with) on Oprah*//Neets- *Laughs* Oh! Beej isn't rich, but he's not scrounging for a living, either.... 'Sides, he can always call in his favors...*NodSigh* I know how that is...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21214 Thu, Aug 7, 2:41AM PST
~~We're running out of ways to say he's giggling...laughing his ass off? Perhaps...but we're sure he'd rather keep it, scrawny as it is.~~ Mebbe a'will... ~~Gasping a little, trying to regain control, he is -not- helped by the tickling of his foot.~~ Y'mek me la'gh... ~~ GAWD...! There's that goofy grin again!~~ ((*ROFL* Elviiiiiiiis!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21234 Thu, Aug 7, 2:44AM PST
((*Blinks as she's giggled at by a Marine* *Giggles back* Okay, I won't.... Howabout the tomatoes? They safe? ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21235 Thu, Aug 7, 2:44AM PST
((*Wonders herself if that's a Sus.* **Glares harshly at her beasts, which are apparently not well-developed enough to even HAVE issues.* *grin* I wondered... *sigh* First comp was new, second inherited...))

Lcpl M. S. Rushing Wearing his ~No I`m not playing a joke....I really am a lamer!~ T-shirt... (Everybody needs a ubbe..... *blink* .....chicken...): . . . . msg#21248 Thu, Aug 7, 2:45AM PST
Nope... *shakes his head...idly wondering how someone gets the nickname 'Elvis' anyhow....* Machine-gun nests. Don't wanna startle -them-....

Lcpl M. S. Rushing Wearing his ~No I`m not playing a joke....I really am a lamer!~ T-shirt... (Everybody needs a ubbe..... *blink* .....chicken...): . . . . msg#21265 Thu, Aug 7, 2:48AM PST
You can tell you're getting tired when you start talking about the Armed Forces staging a campaign in salad.... *yawns discreetly*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21294 Thu, Aug 7, 2:52AM PST
((*Discovered more synonyms for gray!* *Giggles at Reesa* Yeeeeeesss?)) *Besides, Beej rather likes it where it is, too...Canescent, half-open eyes watch the gleeful young man, the muscles of his face unable to make him beam any more brightly....He trails his fingers up the back of the leg attached to the tickled foot* 'Sgood.... I know.... *Nods* I'm quite glad.... *A happy sigh*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21337 Thu, Aug 7, 2:57AM PST
((Rush- *Laughs* I'd talk about it anyhow.... And I got the nickname from Andrea... *Duly makes a note of the machine-gun nests in the tomatoes* I don't like tomatoes, anyhow... S.E.A.Ls in the dressing, I s'pose? ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21340 Thu, Aug 7, 2:57AM PST
~~His face hurts...which he notices in the same instant that he realizes he just doesn't -care-. It feels so good to just be happy finally... And those fingers running over his calf aren't a bad thing either.~~ Don' know wh't t'say....

Lcpl M. S. Rushing : . . . . msg#21354 Thu, Aug 7, 3:00AM PST
*Just HASTA say something...* ZAVAX- He's right...you must be considering the Incubus...the male counterpart of the aforementioned. *Waves at that 'Reesa and Elvis, once more to Shan.....anyone else that gives a _shit...and poofs for real.* ~gone~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21357 Thu, Aug 7, 3:00AM PST
((*Waves belatedly to the departing Marine* Bye! ))

Lcpl M. S. Rushing : . . . . msg#21365 Thu, Aug 7, 3:01AM PST
Elvis...nope. Forest Recon. -They- train SEALS...heh. *realgone*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21426 Thu, Aug 7, 3:12AM PST
((*Giggles at the Marine, again*)) Don't matter.... Don't need to say anything. *Oh, that pleasent drowsiness was returning... His fingers walking up and down the muscular leg, a sybaritic little whisper cooing at him as he re-examines topaz eyes and that blessed grin....finally happy...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21469 Thu, Aug 7, 3:19AM PST
A'shou'd...wan'to... Jus' dunno what't say. Ain't poet'c r'nuth'n. S'more...nev'rmin'. ~~One day, he was going to fall into those smoky eyes. Flecks of silver rose in the light, if you only looked at them long enough, close enough...what the hell? No, no...he had to tilt his head to kiss like that...their eyes were breaking contact. Then again, maybe their lips would renew it...mmmm...yes, it seemed they would. ((*grin* You said you have new synonyms for grey? *whine* Don't suppose you found a list for green? *laugh* Button coming soon...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21529 Thu, Aug 7, 3:27AM PST
*'S funny.... Only ferrous stuff was magnetic, right? So, how come he was letting his eyes dry out instead of blinking, caught by those citrine... Ah, that afforded him the chance, as their mouths meet.... Grinning is a lot harder this way, so he relaxes his mouth and opens it, searching gently.... Conversation at this point, of course, is pretty much impossible.* ((*Nod* I have a lot, let me type 'em up in CWHP and PM 'em to ya...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21593 Thu, Aug 7, 3:35AM PST
~~How can he want to watch them, and still be there at the same time? The logic escapes him...but he wants to make sure not a moment of this slips from his grasp. Tomorrow, this will be a memory, and it will still be there...and he can't decide suddenly, which is better. Does he want the stunned, drunken silence, or the press of bodies that seem able to meld into one... Both he decides, still...but as it is, he'll gladly settle for this kiss. His lips part at the gentle probing.~~ ((*grin* Oh boy! *awaits pm happily*))

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Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21686 Thu, Aug 7, 3:47AM PST
*Having only the vaguest of ideas as to his lover's thoughts, not even realizing he does, he struggles against instinct and habit to keep his eyes open.... He can't, closing them and concentrating on the flavor of the eager mouth above his, letting his tongue dawdle along lips...* ((Coming soon...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#21738 Thu, Aug 7, 3:53AM PST
~~Flavors, yes...flavors and smells and the feeling of smooth skin under his fingers. When had he slipped his hand under Beej's shirt? For that matter, when the hell had he untucked it? He wonders for a second, maybe less, if they will ever manage to leave this room...though it's really his fault tonight. Oh my, there was the orange-cinnamon again, and Beej. When had the trader become his own distinct scent and taste, instead of just 'human'?~~ ((*grin* No problem...although I wanr you, I think I'm gonna ask to cut out here in awhile...feeling a bit woozy and tired.))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#21 Thu, Aug 7, 4:02AM PST
*Why smoky? Neets didn't smoke.... Or, Beej couldn't tell, if he did....The hand had gotten under his shirt around the time both of his hands had worked themselves into the jade tresses, his eyes opening wide as thoughts on not getting downstairs (again) and Neets being the responsible one drift through his mind...He could -swear- he hadn't been thinking about anything but- Well, nevermind -that-.... his breathing picks up a little....* ((Okay.... *grins* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#64 Thu, Aug 7, 4:08AM PST
~~His own eyes closed tight by this time, he doesn't notice the surprised expression, other than a slight leaving-off in their kissing. And then there's a thought or two in -his- mind that he hadn't exactly been planning on...but you know, that would be nice... Not as nice as the hands in his hair though, making his scalp tingle with touching.~~ ((*grins herself and hands over a button *And sniggles, finding that she must have fallen asleep at some point recently, because she can't recall drooling like that...*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#104 Thu, Aug 7, 4:14AM PST
((*Hands over a napkin* *It's blank* *Snerks* *pounces* *BEAMS* Thanks!)) *One of those hands slips back to the curve of calf and thigh, pressing into the muscles gently as a rumbling starts up.... He tips his head a bit, lapping at those teeth(!), feeling a hint of approval as if his own... He stamps on distracting thoughts.*

Private to blackwaterjones from:Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#90 Thu, Aug 7, 4:12AM PST
OOOOH! *grin* *Saves all of it.* You know...I'm going to pass those on to Ray too...she's always running out of clever ways to describe Llew's hair. *laugh* Yes, a button within oh...five minutes. No poem, but another letter. *claps* Oh boy! Which ones?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#158 Thu, Aug 7, 4:20AM PST
~~Why argue with something he knows he wants? Not at all displeased by the hands drawing him closer, holding him there, he nibbles gently, flashing for a second on a line in a letter not meant for him to see 'I find myself wondering how gentle he could be with those teeth if he wanted...' Very gentle actually...~~ ((*laugh* Enjoy...it's kinda short...*sigh* However, Neets insists that he was tired. *holds out hand, looking hopeful.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#207 Thu, Aug 7, 4:28AM PST
((*Hasn't any buttons, yet* *Winces* *Works faster, but Beej's distracted* *Sniggers*)) *The thought of a crumpled ball of paper held too tight flickers, then fades to an image of those two puzzle pieces, soft silver and flat black..... A murmur at the scrape of fangs over tender flesh, his hand sliding higher along the leg, kneading getting more serious.... Yes, so very gentle....* ((*Enjoyed* *Rereads*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#264 Thu, Aug 7, 4:37AM PST
~~Puzzle-pieces...how had he come up with that? He didn't recall now... Hoping the murmur was a sign of enjoyment, his teeth busy themselves with drawing lightly, oh-so-lightly over soft, yeilding lips. Silence broken only by the slide of cloth, the soft sounds of pleasure, his mind wanders to a place it had been earlier, wondering again if 'love' could describe this feeling...~~ ((*grins* S'okay...I'll probably live...*laugh* If we can finish up by 5 PST I would be MOST happy...*grins and yawns*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#303 Thu, Aug 7, 4:44AM PST
*Enjoyment, yes.... Normally, anything that interrupts his mild growling signifies enjoyment...Pleasure....A tremor at the work of file done long ago... He moves his other hand, mirroring the placement on the youth's other leg, holding him closer though he knows that will impede the swift departure of irritating cloth.... He nibbles along Neets' jaw, heading towards his ear...* ((Sure... 'bout three-four more posts?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#403 Thu, Aug 7, 4:56AM PST
~~Speed...no, tonight, speed is not a factor, at least not yet. Enjoyment, Beej's enjoyment he's mildly surprised to find, is his goal... Focusing upon touch, reducing the world to mere sensation, those predator's fangs move to the vulnerable throat with the barest brush of dangerous contact.~~ ((*grin* Sure...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#397 Thu, Aug 7, 4:55AM PST
((*Notes: Heterosexual woman, kissing Heterosexual man= Good RPing. Two young men making out elicits zilcho.* *Shrugs* *Notes that this attitude is notoriously lacking IRL, though has no personal experience to back that up*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs~~): . . . . msg#439 Thu, Aug 7, 5:00AM PST
Blackwater:((*grins* I was wondering if you were going to point that out, or I was. *Frowns, having as close to personal experience as she can get, not being a gay male.* *Adopted(sorta) brother kicked out of house because someone outed him to his parents.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#469 Thu, Aug 7, 5:03AM PST
*And really, slow was all right... After all, exquisite agony such as this was quite bearable... He moans in the back of his throat, a mere smoothing of that grumble.... His hands drift featherlight along fine raised lines, up porcelain sides to settle astride bumpy backbone.... Tongue curling lazily around the small dish of ear, slipping away to be replaced by tender teeth, a tug...nibble...* ((Last post was merely an observation, BTW... Not trying to stir up a hornet's nest...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#509 Thu, Aug 7, 5:08AM PS
((*Thinking: Yeah, don't everyone jump down my throat all at once...Giggles at lack of response* *Frowns* Neets- Really? That was...unfair. In all aspects. Ever read Am I Blue? *Grins*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#512 Thu, Aug 7, 5:08AM PST
~~Ah...and there, just on cue of the warm mouth capturing his ear, was that purr. The hands on his back remind him of something...where were his own? Oh yes...there, stuck quite...handily...at the end of his arms. No, that wasn't what he meant...hmmm...one, smoothing over rib-cage, the other...mmm, that was a neck, wasn't it?~~ ((*grin* You know...one night, when we both feel especially inflammatory, we should have them do this in the tavern...just to see if anyone would notice...*snigger*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#546 Thu, Aug 7, 5:12AM PST
((*sigh* Very unfair. To have a supposed 'friend' out him, and to be kicked out. However, since his parents are psychotic anyway, it was good that he got out of the house when he did. They wanted to, get this, have him COMMITED, so he could be 'cured'. And this is down south...where they actually found a hospital that would DO that... *nodgrin* Yes! In fact, that reminds me...I want to get that from the library again... I LOVED the title story!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#596 Thu, Aug 7, 5:16AM PST
((*Waves to The Guy in The Kilt, and not to The Bottle of Glenlivit* *May never get tired of that* *Idly wishes she knew the names of a few more Scotches, beyond butter....* ///Reesa- *VB,EG* Yeah, we shooould... *Nodnod*)) *A chuff of amusement, the only laughter he's capable of at this point... Well, that and just two panted syllables...* Kitten..... *Hands moving lower, mouth tracing the fine features of that beloved face, arching neck and back...... His growling sharpening, fading, disrupted by a squeak..... Pulling his hands slowly back up, along the inside of milk-white thighs...Fade To Black...*

Saellah Hawk is a young woman of about 19. The Sister of the Griffin-God ((~When I was a child, my thoughts and speech were those of a child~)): . . . . msg#609 Thu, Aug 7, 5:18AM PST
Blackwater: ((~G~ Islay Mist, Whyte and Mackay, Grouse, Bells... There's some more whiskey's for you....))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#632 Thu, Aug 7, 5:21AM PST
((*Wide eyes* Geez, I thought shots to cure -Dyslexia- were bad.... *Sighs,, wondering why she's surprised...* *Grins* Me too... I've often wonder what my family and school would look like... And me, of course...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#634 Thu, Aug 7, 5:21AM PST
~~Kitten. He was almost used to it...almost liked it. Musing on that, he becomes a bit distracted, his fingers pausing until...oh. Oh my...why did he keep thinking that? Because those hands were...oh my...~~ ~~Faded Away~~ ((*weg* We're evil...))

Saellah Hawk is a young woman of about 19. The Sister of the Griffin-God ((~When I was a child, my thoughts and speech were those of a child~)): . . . . msg#659 Thu, Aug 7, 5:25AM PST
Blackwater: ((It's REALLY whiskey, but you guys call it Scotch.. ~G~ Same thing, different names....))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#675 Thu, Aug 7, 5:26AM PST
((Shots? For Dyslexia? *blink* I thought it was some special way of re-training your brain...hmmm... *Shivers, HATING needles.* Yes...Josh's parents were, -are- odd. Remind me to tell you about his mother sometime...it's a scream. *snicker* *cackles* I first read that at my father's house. My theory is that my god-lovin'-gay-bashin' father would be a rather lovely shade of royal blue... *grin* I think I'd wind up a fairly nice shade of sky myself...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#681 Thu, Aug 7, 5:27AM PST
((Reesa- *Nodnod* We are... I don't think I can play to anyone who isn't....*hugs* Thanks again, funfunfun! Have to bring Daddy in, soonish.... I'll be around SMF tomorrow, we can diassect if you wanna. *Waves another Goodnight to The Amazon* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#707 Thu, Aug 7, 5:30AM PST
Blackwater:((*nodnod* Coolness! *grin* And face it...if we weren't wicked, we wouldn't get along so well! *grin* *icks over Ti* Yuppers...see you later. *hug*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#727 Thu, Aug 7, 5:32AM PST
((Reesa, dear... There's -NO- _cure_ for Dyslexia, for which I am quite grateful... *Nods* Yeah, some naturopathic doctor wanted to give a kid I went to school with shots for it.... *Small grin* Ooogh... Sure... *Laughs* That's wonderful! *Ponders* I wondered that, about my dad... Oh, one of my uncles could very well be the color of an unfollowed link.... Me..? Bluish... Dunno what value, though. *Shrugs*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#754 Thu, Aug 7, 5:36AM PST
Blackwater:((*wry grin* Goes to show you what I know about dyslexia! Ouch...shots...that's icky..*shivers* That's always been my theory on my father...he's so afraid that he IS, that he spends all his time ranting about how wrong it is...*grins* I LIKE that analogy! *hopes she picked the right term* Awk....me tired...*hug* I'll answer the next one, then I'm gone...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#762 Thu, Aug 7, 5:37AM PST
((*Has the sudden, Evil, parting thought of: ''I bet Neets and Beej could go all the way and nobody'd blink...''))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#778 Thu, Aug 7, 5:39AM PST

((You know lots about Lysdexia, Reese... Y'are one, I bet.... *Nodnod* Theory, I think you ment... Certainly could be true! **GONE.....?**))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#780 Thu, Aug 7, 5:39AM PST
((*grins widely at Elvis' parting thought, wondering if she'll ever feel nasty enough to test the theory*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#794 Thu, Aug 7, 5:41AM PST
((Oh great...Elvis thinks I'm a lys...DYSlexic! *snicker* *hug* *poof*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#795 Thu, Aug 7, 5:41AM PST
((*Bets that she'd feel nasty enough... Has written/read enough, now, to euphimize with the best of 'em.* *Sniggers and is **GFR**))