mostly lost girl, because: still not over it.

[pirateygoodness]

Happy long weekend of several different religious holidays, internet. I hope yours has been as excellent as mine has.

1. In celebration of spring/also I just bought it and it did not work as well on my toes as I thought it would, I now have electric lime nails. THIS IS AWESOME. I feel simultaneously super 80s and like a pretty princess.

2. I have been really really trying to work steadily at my fivetimesbb story, which is Bo and Lauren being pirates and IDK swashbuckling and making out and stuff, as I am sort of panicking re: the idea of getting it done by the end of the month. It is 8,000 words, and probably will end up being about 9 once I sit down and turn some of the [and then they do this] bits into actual paragraphs. This means, on the one hand, that I am almost done I AM PRETTY SURE. But on the other, this means I now get to start the pretty mammoth task of editing it into something approaching a decent story.

3. To coax myself into doing that, I let myself write a tiny sliver of Bo/The Morrigan. FEEL FREE TO FOLLOW MY EXAMPLE AND WRITE MORE, GUYS. Possibly with bondage, and/or maple syrup.

"You don't think I'd actually sleep with you, do you?"

Evony smiles. This is her favourite part of the game, the one where Bo pretends she's actually going to turn her down. "I think you are," she says.

Bo rolls her eyes, but she doesn't move away when Evony steps into her personal space. She doesn't flinch when Evony leans in near enough for Bo to feel her body heat, close but not quite touching. "I think you're going to let me take you right here, in the back room of this club," Evony whispers, breathing warmly against the skin of Bo's throat. "And then I think you're going to let me take you home, and tie you up, and tease you until you're begging me not to stop."

"Oh," Bo sighs, this shaky sound that's more of a moan than an actual word.

Evony leans back, just enough to watch Bo's eyes. Her pupils are already blown, edged with too-bright blue - it's been too long since Evony was with a succubus, and she forgot about this, how easy it is to get one flustered. But Bo is frowning, fighting through her arousal like something in her ridiculous "moral code" is making this a difficult decision.

It's adorable.

"Is that what you think?" Bo asks, shaking her head as if to clear it.

Evony nods, waiting.

She can almost pinpoint the exact moment when Bo gives in; three seconds later she's got an enthusiastic armful of succubus pressed against her. She doesn't reply, but she lets herself think it, as Bo's tongue slides against her teeth. Honey, I don't think. I know.

4. I still have So Many Feelings over the Lost Girl S2 finale, and I do not know where I go to find the people who are also freaking out over how great/ridiculous/who cares it's awesome this show is. (And, obviously, writing the post-finale fic and talking endlessly about how Bo should totally - with Lauren's blessing - start sleeping with the Morrigan on the side and also shipping the fuck out of Kenzi and Hale and kind of sometimes secretly shipping Bo and Kenzi.)

I am debating trying to organize some kind of fic thing at bo_lauren, although really what I want is a GIANT ALL-LADIES-ALL-THE-TIME KINK MEME, and for everyone I know who is amazing at fic to play.

Thoughts, livejournal? Hopes? Dreams? Concerns?