Argh.

This conversation between Ben and Janni needs to happen earlier.

And more than once.

I just need to figure out how they can have it more than once so it's not repetitive.

*bangs head on keyboard*

Argh.

This conversation between Ben and Janni needs to happen earlier.

And more than once.

I just need to figure out how they can have it more than once so it's not repetitive.

*bangs head on keyboard*

I realize...

That "Snippet Friday" doesn't have the same alliterative ring to it that "Snippet Saturday" does, but I'm wondering if people are missing the snippets because I'm posting them on Saturday afternoon. And in my quest to be a big ol' comment whore, I've decided to post tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow.

So, without further ado (or explanation of any kind):

"...this was not the best time in the world to relive that particular memory."

"Your subconscious is a mean bastard." She let go of his hands with one of hers and pushed his hair away from his face. "You can't save everyone, puppy."

He swallowed and closed his eyes. "Apparently I can't save anyone."

Her jaw tightened, and she made a decision. Grabbing his face, she kissed him, full on the mouth.

For the barest instant, he returned the kiss, but then his eyes snapped open, and he recoiled. "Ange?"

"You've saved me," she said fiercely.

Puzzlement raced across his face. "From what?"

She kissed him once more, on the forehead this time. "Myself, and a life of narcissistic selfishness." She trailed her lips down his face and captured his mouth.

He held himself very still, and when she stopped, he said, "Then what's this?"

"This isn't about me. This is about you and what you need."

He closed his eyes again, and that smile that wasn't one ghosted across his features, making her heart clutch in her chest. "You can't heal me with your vagina, Ange. I need years of therapy, not sex."

She pushed him to his back and draped herself on top of him. "I'm not a trained therapist. However, I've been told I'm quite good at sex."

He rolled them back to their sides and rested his forehead on hers. "And I'm sure you are. But cheating on my wife is not going to make me feel like a man again, or whatever effect you're going for. In fact, pretty much the opposite."

She cheered inwardly, because asserting himself was exactly what he needed, and she'd known he wouldn't take her come-on lying down (in a manner of speaking). More than one way to flay a feline.

You know I love it when you comment...

I realize...

That "Snippet Friday" doesn't have the same alliterative ring to it that "Snippet Saturday" does, but I'm wondering if people are missing the snippets because I'm posting them on Saturday afternoon. And in my quest to be a big ol' comment whore, I've decided to post tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow.

So, without further ado (or explanation of any kind):

"...this was not the best time in the world to relive that particular memory."

"Your subconscious is a mean bastard." She let go of his hands with one of hers and pushed his hair away from his face. "You can't save everyone, puppy."

He swallowed and closed his eyes. "Apparently I can't save anyone."

Her jaw tightened, and she made a decision. Grabbing his face, she kissed him, full on the mouth.

For the barest instant, he returned the kiss, but then his eyes snapped open, and he recoiled. "Ange?"

"You've saved me," she said fiercely.

Puzzlement raced across his face. "From what?"

She kissed him once more, on the forehead this time. "Myself, and a life of narcissistic selfishness." She trailed her lips down his face and captured his mouth.

He held himself very still, and when she stopped, he said, "Then what's this?"

"This isn't about me. This is about you and what you need."

He closed his eyes again, and that smile that wasn't one ghosted across his features, making her heart clutch in her chest. "You can't heal me with your vagina, Ange. I need years of therapy, not sex."

She pushed him to his back and draped herself on top of him. "I'm not a trained therapist. However, I've been told I'm quite good at sex."

He rolled them back to their sides and rested his forehead on hers. "And I'm sure you are. But cheating on my wife is not going to make me feel like a man again, or whatever effect you're going for. In fact, pretty much the opposite."

She cheered inwardly, because asserting himself was exactly what he needed, and she'd known he wouldn't take her come-on lying down (in a manner of speaking). More than one way to flay a feline.

You know I love it when you comment...