One Word for Today

[zhie]

Grabbing the pillow, Erestor held it protectively to his chest. "Mine," he said with conviction, and even pointed his chin a bit. "Or help you I will not."

"That's it. I'm not letting you watch Star Wars ever again," complained Glorfindel, now pillow-less and brooding. A gleam came to his eye as he looked over to the grinning ellon beside him. "If you don't give me the pillow back, I'll have to get out my lightsaber."

"And will you 'use the force', too?" asked Ress.

Pillow

Comments

Asses of fire?

[zhie.livejournal.com]

*nibbles Booky's shoulder* do tell *evil grin*

Re: Asses of fire?

[bookofnicodemus.livejournal.com]

*licks Zhie's hair into a slobbery mess out of pure unbridled affection*

ASSES OF FIRE, named by jaiden_s, is a 'contest' wherein you write a fic using figging: the practice of inserting raw ginger root into an orifice to achieve a burning effect from the oils of the ginger. It BURNS. But pleasantly. Its not like internal hot wax. Or something.

Re: Asses of fire?

[zhie.livejournal.com]

well, hells bells, I wrote a fic with Glorfindel giving Erestor a wine enema, I might as well do this

*grabs a fresh sheet of paper and gnaws on a pencil*

shhh... I promised a bunch of people no more new stories til I finished the ones I haven't yet...

Re: Asses of fire?

[bookofnicodemus.livejournal.com]

Ah, I still re-read that story. It was delicious. I can't look at rubber tubing without getting a little excited.

And wine. <3