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She persuades him to lie down and be still for her Naked in body only, her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces. She squeezes his breasts Sweet, ripe little things How they ache for her. Curious hands become gentle fingers Sliding up his throat knuckles rasping against stubble Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows. Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes Follow down between the eyebrows The straight line of his nose Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy. She stretches his arms above his head, palms up. Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin Tickles the hair of his armpits Nuzzling her

The once voracious hunger that used to consume her has dulled down over time a blunt knife no longer worth sharpening. Everything dimmed down - the hunger, the light. The monotony of never being fed has turned her cold The heat when sparked rejected in fright Better to burn up by her own doing than someone else's.

Hannibal’s birthday is next week and Will is at a complete loss of what to do for it. He wants to do something for Hannibal. He seems the type of guy who’s used to not celebrating his birthday. Or if he does it would be ironic. Will snorts in laughter and chokes on his coffee. The thought of Hannibal wearing a party hat sitting in his kitchen with a glass of wine had popped into his head. Will recovers from his fit and revises the image in his head. No, if Hannibal was going to do his own birthday he’d make himself a blood red cheesecake...with - with some type of dark wine that stains his lips. Again Will nearly chokes on h

Pete Wentz’s apartment is ratty. There is simply no other description Patrick can think of (well, he can, but they aren’t flattering). Currently Pete, Patrick, Joe and their friends are cramped in the tiny living room sprawled out on his beat up couch and four beanbags. The jewel of the place being his nice TV and what has their attention as Joe and Cooper play Grand Theft Auto III on Cooper’s Xbox. So, all in all, Pete’s place looks like the home of a broke twenty one year old. Even so, Pete doesn’t seem to care, grandly welcoming everyone in as they arrive. Ratty apartment or no, it’s more than what Patr

Today is errand running day for Stiles, and last on the list is groceries. Maybe it’s weird that Stiles enjoys it. Or, as Peter would say, the pleasure from such a mundane task comes from the fact that his days are often filled with death threats, blood, gore and/or murder - something that is not lost on him. But Stiles is going to pretend it’s just a pleasant little oddity, thank you very much, Peter. By the time he’s reached the store, Stiles is more than ready to lose himself in wandering about the food aisles, deciding what to make for this week’s dinners and if maybe his dad deserves a  sweet. Two hours later, S

There is a change to Stiles after the Nogitsune. Peter sees it in the way Stiles moves, almost in a slinking manner, and in the occasional glance of those sharp eyes turned calculating. The others see the traces as well and it disturbs them. They are afraid of the idea that the Nogitsune has left indelible marks within the boy. They want to deny the existence of Stiles’ darkness, of the Nogitsune. But poor little Allison six feet under prevents any of their blind denial, as well as the oh-so-sweet plaque inside the school’s front doors. Peter wonders if it is the school’s way of tallying the number of kids who have died befo

I wish I had the words, the skill to preserve your beauty But like Cobb I can't capture all your perfection and imperfections. In this way creativity slips away just as all of you do. There's a lust to drink deep of the right angles of your face To set behind glass the golden ratio of your waist. Ice blue eyes dim to so many shades of deep brown. Teeth and mouths so deserving of praise that won't be heard. Hands that are a marvel all their own And freckles that should be followed like a map. These weak letters that won't ever carry the full weight Of what all your loveliness does Will sacrifice for the cause.