#57
Prompt: meatloaf
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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After the (literal) fifteenth song, I pick up the iPod, only to have her smack my hand.

"No touching the music," she chastises.

"Please?" I ask. "I can't listen to any more Meatloaf."

"He's like a God," she says. "How in the world did I ever marry you?"

She's laughing and shaking her head, but I know the truth.

"My monster cock?" I say, winking at her.

"It's been awhile, I think I need another look..."

She undoes the fly on my jeans and bends her head down to take me inside her mouth. I'd gladly endure Meatloaf for this.

#56
Prompt: lights
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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From where I sit, I can see the lights reflecting perfectly against her skin.

The white of the bulbs spotlight parts of her - a freckle here, smooth skin there - and makes me smile as I sip my cocoa.

It's quiet as they twinkle before us, doing their magical Christmas dance they do each year, and this moment is perfect. Magical.

Several minutes and less clothes later, I observe the new spots the lights highlight for me. The pink of her nipple. The rise of her chest. The roundness of her lips.

I use them as a road map.

#55 (54 was 100+ words in the FGB DBS outtake
Prompt: needle
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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"She's going to come in soon," said the liquid sex voice in my ear.

The rational side of my brain knew where I was, why I was there, and what we were doing. That side had shut down, however, when my girl began talking.

"Think about how it'll feel when it heals," she whispered, "with my lips wrapped around your nipple."

I wanted to lie back and have her give me a demo. Instead, she went on.

"Or when my teeth tug on them."

She'd succeeded in distracting me from the thoughts of a needle, that was for damn sure.

#53
Prompt: none
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

We sprawl a bit, my legs wide and around her hips. She's leaning back into me slightly, and to the side. I've pushed her hair over her shoulder and my hands are sliding on top of and through it as my lips carefully touch her neck.

I'm not exactly intending to tease her - this moment is about reconnection after a long day at work - but I wouldn't turn down any progression of activity.

My lips continue their random path, nose nuzzling along the way. Her body relaxes more, and I smile. I love when she gets this happy.

#52
Prompt: Elf
Rating: T
Characters: Original/unknown
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It's an annual ritual: they work together to lug the Christmas tree out from the closet, assemble and decorate it while carols play, then watch Elf.

There's popcorn (one year they tried to alter this, having spaghetti with syrup, but it was just ... wrong), hand holding (and some years, more than hand holding), and wine (some years red, some white).

And laughs -- the laughter never seems to end through the movie, no matter how many years they've watched it, this day and sometimes others throughout the year.

They walk to bed hand in hand after the movie, still laughing.

#51
Prompt: viking / http://weheartit.com/entry/2588086 (nsfw-ish)
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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I saw her across the room once I entered the main room, and had to immediately shield myself behind the couch. I prayed no one saw my body's reaction to her, the girl dressed up in the fur-trimmed viking costume. Sure, plenty of women had been wearing less (some, much less), but it was her that caught my attention.

My eyes stayed on her as she walked toward me, much to my chagrin. Had she seen my reaction? Or was she just walking over to talk to the dork in the corner?

“Hi,” she said, grinning.

I was so fucked.

#50
Prompt: snow
Rating: G
Characters: Original/unknown
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The wet, puffy flakes are falling so fast, I almost can't see. Almost.

As I look to my right, I spy them. They're playing on a hill, snowballs being lobbed back and forth. There are so many giggles I can't tell whose are whose, and the thought makes my heart swell.

I know when we're done, we'll go inside and sip hot chocolate with fat marshmallows together. We'll warm ourselves by the fire in a heap of bodies, blankets, and love. But I steep myself in this moment, taking snapshots of them that will last a lifetime in my head.

#49
Prompt: hat
Rating: G (idek?!)
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.
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After much protest, he puts the hat on. I turn and smile. This small show of force on his part is hand-in-hand with his age, I know, but it still makes me laugh.

For weeks, we've had the same argument before school.

"Put your hat on," I say.

He stands there, giving me the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.

I try negotiating - a skill I've mastered since becoming a mother. "We'll go to the store and you can pick a new one, okay?"

His answering smile is an exact copy of this father's, and my heart aches.

#48
Prompt: more
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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Her back is arched, eyes closed, softly moaning.

I've held her right at this edge for what I'm sure feels like hours, but in reality has been only a few minutes.

The pink flush over her body, the way she looks, the way this all feels... I want to bathe in this moment.

"More," she pleads. "More, please."

I have no idea if she means more teasing or more of what, but I'd give her the moon if I could.

I do give more, more of everything, and watch as she explodes, a mass of beauty, swearing, and tightening muscles.

#46 1/2
Prompt: ginger
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.
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I am a complete dork and posted my drabble as a pre-dated post, instead of a scheduled future post. Well, what's a girl to do? I didn't want to have no drabble post in the morning, so I wrote another one. This picks up where the last left off.
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I have a vague idea of what she means, and I want her any way I can get her tonight. Hard, rough, soft, demanding, easy, sweet... it's all okay. Whatever she asks of me is hers.

Instead of asking or telling, though, she backs me against the hallway wall.

Her hands are on either side of my face, and the longer we stand there staring, touching, undressing, biting, kissing, the more aggressive she gets. She hasn't said another word, but she hasn't needed to.

Taking my hand in hers, she leads me to our room.

"On your hands and knees."

#46
Prompt: ginger
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The first thing anyone ever notices, including me the first time I saw her, is her hair. Streaks and shades morphing and mixing, colors and fun woven together. She's a proud ginger, although her hair is more than simply red as some would describe it.

I tug softly, pulling her head back and exposing her neck.

“Wanna play?” I ask, smiling.

Her eyebrow lifts as she turns to look at me, and I can see the smirk on her face.

“Yep,” she says, moving closer. “But not like that."

I would gladly spend the night however she wants, this time.

#45
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

Three drabbles today. :)

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Prompt: beer

It never fails to remind me of her in even the most subtle ways. I watch the beer foam and rise to the top of the glass, smiling.

It is unassuming, like her, but complex and layered. You can appreciate it for what it is on the surface, or you can really taste and evaluate. There are small flavors blended to get the bigger picture, hidden things you might never see, even after years, but they're there and influencing in the background.

Drink enough and you get buzzed, almost high, on the effervescent quality. Somehow, there is never too much.

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Prompt: margarita

The gold liquid sinks into the blender pitcher, a swirl of hazy contamination, much like she hopes her brain will soon be.

She wants to forget it all, everything, in this moment. It won't last forever, the pain she feels, but it has pierced her deeply enough that she wants it gone, even for just a second. She wants to smile and laugh genuinely, albeit alcohol-induced.

The blender whirs, crushing the ice, and her breathing quickens at the prospect of her first drink. The cold will numb her throat. The alcohol will numb her mind. Nothing can numb her heart.

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prompt: Baileys & coffee

I sit at the round table smiling at my best friends. We've gathered for lunch and shopping, and it's hands down my favorite part of the entire year.

This reconnection with them is essential to my soul, and we have a few traditions. We always eat at the same little Italian place, we always order Baileys and coffee to drink, and we always order way too much food and share.

As we catch up and talk about births, deaths, divorces, and marriages, I make eye contact with each of them, willing them to understand the importance of our time together.

#44
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

semi-prompt: racktastic. early-morning discussions of boobs result in, well, lots of boob thoughts. js. 200 words, because 100 just wasn't enough to adequately handle the topic, iykwim.

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Her body is perfectly imperfect as she stands before me, my legs on the outside of hers. There's a smile on her face, as there always should be, and her eyes are soft and warm. Life is not without complication, but we make it work because there's just no other choice. As I tug the strap of her tank over her shoulder, I think only about the good, of which there is an abundance.

She's backed against the kitchen counter, smile widening. I can feel her hair shift and sway, tickling me as her head tilts back when my lips capture her nipple.

I know she dislikes her breasts, but to me, they're perfect -- real and flawed. I pull my teeth back, scraping lightly over the rapidly-tightening surface, and my eyes shift to look at her expression as I stop and tug slightly. Her breathing quickens, eyes closed, and I just want to bathe in this moment.

Instead, I turn my attention back to the sexy woman in front of me. My fingers tease and pluck the other side, my lips and tongue still busy.

Like this, like always, she is so beautiful. Even the dark and ugly parts.