Self control: reading fluffy fanfiction in public with a straight face.
Stuff I like (all)
- A Festival of Nine Carols and Ten Lessons
Rated: T for language
Written for Sasha-Sexual as a last minute secret Santa. Merry Christmas Rizzlers!
“Oh fuck!” The shovel skitters across the pavers, its attempt at escaping the sole reason for its existence is almost as desperate as Jane’s attempt at staying on her feet. The pavement is pitched just enough that there’s no way to just stop. Gravity and physics win, and the impact of her ass on the icy brick-paved driveway snaps her teeth into her tongue.