This is the last of the smut-tweets I've had on file. I am guessing I'll update this thread every week or two, depending on what i write for Twitter.
I gotta admit, I'm kind of addicted to this whole smut-tweet idea. It's like...I don't know what, perfect for my lazy butt, I guess, Haha.
I thought one shots were perfect. A single story, beginning middle and end and after that... no commitment necessary! I freaking love them. They are like the one night stands of fanfic, which I guess means I'm like the frat boy of fanfic writers, I guess. Haha... But smut-tweets...they are even SHORTER! And even LESS commitment needed! haha. So what would be the analogy? I don't know, maybe you can think of one. One shots are to one night stands as Smut-tweets are to...
What do you think?
Quickies in the car? The bar bathroom? And then what does that make ME if I love them so much? Hahahahahaha. A fanfic slut I guess. Whatevs...that's how I roll, yo.
Hahaha. Anyways, how about some B&B in bed?
-b&b-
With a shudder of satisfaction, he collapsed onto her. The only sound between them was the labored cadence of catching their breath. A new sound, one never heard before in space or time. As it arced between them, it was one more thing to add to the list of what was theirs.
The synching of his pulse to hers beat in countertime to the sweet slip of her fingertips against his slick back. Then the rhythm changed course for an instant as he lifted up onto his arms to stare down at her. His eyes were dark and full of wonder. And wonderful, she thought.
So wonderful…
She contemplated all of this and he took a deep breath.
"Bones," was all he said, but somehow it sounded warmer and deeper, like it was a new way of saying it. Or maybe it was just a new way of hearing it. Instead of answering him with words, she lifted onto her elbows, her shoulders off of the pillow.
Their lips hovered near one another's; kissing was still somewhat new between them. As she ghosted her lips against his, and then his jawline, his name escaped in a soft murmur, "Booth…"
The sounds even felt warmer and deeper. Like a soft bath or a good dream. Or home, like home was supposed to feel.
Yes, she decided, as she pressed her palms against his strong stomach muscles, fluidly moving over him as he willingly rolled to his back. A bath drains away, and even a good dream comes to an end. But home…
As she caressed his body, their eyes met. And he smiled at her. So, so, so wonderful.
-b&b-