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driftfleet2015-08-20 10:10 pm
pirasea) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-20 10:10 pm
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Who: Isabela and lovers of smutty filth
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.
[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]
My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.
[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]
She felt Donal's thighs flexing against her own as he guided the horse on a path through the woods, and the scent of the man, even though she was currently a woman and not a wulver, made her salivate. Her whole body seemed to want to melt against his on the saddle, as if the motion of the horse could drive them together and make them one.
He didn't have to tell her to hang on- but she did. She hung onto him as if he were her second skin, as if she could crawl inside him. She clung to him, trembling, not understanding her own feelings at this closeness, at the way they moved together on the saddle.
Kirsten thought she felt him chuckle at the way her fingers locked feverishly around his waist, at the way she clutched him between her legs, and wondered if he knew she was bare and exposed beneath her plaid.
Because Donal MacFalon seemed determined to give her the ride of her life...
[She flicks it shut, though keeps her page marked with a finger]
I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.
I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.
[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.
[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]
My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.
[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]
She felt Donal's thighs flexing against her own as he guided the horse on a path through the woods, and the scent of the man, even though she was currently a woman and not a wulver, made her salivate. Her whole body seemed to want to melt against his on the saddle, as if the motion of the horse could drive them together and make them one.
He didn't have to tell her to hang on- but she did. She hung onto him as if he were her second skin, as if she could crawl inside him. She clung to him, trembling, not understanding her own feelings at this closeness, at the way they moved together on the saddle.
Kirsten thought she felt him chuckle at the way her fingers locked feverishly around his waist, at the way she clutched him between her legs, and wondered if he knew she was bare and exposed beneath her plaid.
Because Donal MacFalon seemed determined to give her the ride of her life...
[She flicks it shut, though keeps her page marked with a finger]
I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.
I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.
[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]
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Boring, boring, ah... wait, no... boring.
Oh, here we go.
[She's found the good bits.]
His kiss was everything she had dreamed it would be. Her mouth opened under his, letting him guide her head, slanting his so he could press his tongue deeper, probing the soft recesses of her mouth. She let out a soft moan when his hand moved to the small of her back and he pressed himself fully to her, the hard, ridged planes of his torso against the yielding softness of her breasts.
Her body responded instantly to his touch, as if a fire had been lit inside of her. Kirstin wasn’t inexperienced— her kind didn’t have any qualms about doing what came naturally. But the act, to her, had always been one of comfort and warmth, nothing more than a closeness that felt, well, pleasant. And that was all. The male wulvers she’d been with— just two, in her pack, who she had a particular affection for— had seemed to enjoy it far more than she ever had.
“Kirstin, yer so beautiful,” Donal whispered as they parted, his gaze moving from her eyes down to her mouth, as if he wanted to capture it again. “So vera sweet. I’m afeared we should’na be ’ere, doin’ this... but I can’na help meself when I’m ’round ye.”
“Aye.” She touched his cheek, feeling a day’s stubble there, the roughness of it thrilling her. “I feel the same.”
“I’ve been dreamin’ of kissing ye since I met ye in the woods yesterday.”
[She stops reading at that, tilting her head.]
Huh. So there wasn't really that much anticipation.
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[He can't even pretend not to be laughing, though -- this might be the best piece of literature he's heard in his life.]
Plus, from the sound of things, she hasn't exactly been doing very well for herself up until this point, has she? [He sighs, dramatically.] Can you blame her? I certainly can't.
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[This is why she likes you unpossessed, Anders. You may be her new best friend.]
And it does sound like those male wulvers left a lot to be desired. If Donal weren't about to I'd wish I could show the poor thing a good time myself.
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Please, you'd be doing her a favor, and then some. Sounds to me like Donal is only a rung or two up the ladder, if you catch my meaning.
["Catch his meaning," like he's being at all subtle about it, or like there's any reason to be subtle about it in the first place.]
I could think of much more interesting things to be dreaming about than kissing, is all I'm saying.
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[Time to see if she's right...]
He slowly traced the outline of her lips with one finger. “I’m surprised I held meself back this long.”
“Is that all ye wanna do?” The disappointment in her voice was obvious, maybe too obvious. “Jus’ kiss me?”
“Nuh.” He chuckled, moving his hand down to her shoulder, running one finger over her collarbone, spreading gooseflesh over her skin. “But I’m afeared I can’na do everything I want. Not unless ye wanna come wit’ me now to the vicar t’say yer vows.”
[What.]
...vows. No, you're right. I'd be doing her a massive favour. That poor girl.
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Oooh, awkward. What's a polite way to say "I appreciate your proposal, person-I-only-met-yesterday, but I'm really just here to romp in the hay for twenty minutes, give or take"?
[He tilts his head, like that will give him a better view of the back cover from the angle she's holding it towards the camera.]
Are we sure this is actually a naughty book? I was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, but it seems like it's trying very hard to ruin it's own mystique.