It's warm in my room, and will stay that way until I actually lie down and try to sleep, wherein it will become 'hot!'
It's 11pm and I want... something. Ancipation and energy are fizzing in my fingertips, and in my chest. If I had something solid to start with, I feel I could write the night away.
It's 11pm and I want... something. Ancipation and energy are fizzing in my fingertips, and in my chest. If I had something solid to start with, I feel I could write the night away.
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For future reference, in case we can help each other out at some point: I'm primarily SG-1 and Spooks, although I've written in X-men and I'm (trying!) to write in Sahara.
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*purrryness and kisses are sweet under this mood*
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I love that feeling. I don't get to feel it that often any more, but gods is it fun.