Seriously, my reaction, just about every time I see this fic updated. <333
Okay, my favorite parts:
"How can I make you see that if you aren't there then I don't want to be there either?"
Giant Awwww. Love it.
"I'd love to take you tonight."
Thankfully, Dominic bursts out laughing at me as soon as that statement leaves my mouth. Talk about a Freudian Slip.
Bwahaha, yes! I Lol'ed.
I hear the catcall from a distance and look out the window and when I do I immediately sink to the floor, my face red and burning.
Hee hee hee. Some porn star HE is. :P
I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't touch myself once after hanging up the phone. It can be done, people.
Lol! LIES.
"Eez zhere zomething I can do fer you, Dominic?"
Waaaay too funny! God, I laughed so hard at your excellent costume selection! (And I won't lie about it - after reading that line, I had to listen to IBTY repeatedly for the rest of the chapter. Hardest I've laughed in days, putting those words in Matt's french-incapable mouth.)
The white shorts he's wearing look like something a tennis player might wear, and believe me, they're so tight that they're leaving nothing to the imagination; they hug his the muscles on his thighs perfectly. My eyes sweep up his body, now focusing on his tight white v-neck t-shirt, or rather, on the way his neck and arms stand out against it. It's unavoidable; as tanned as he is, he looks absolutely divine in white.
Whoa... That image. *gulps*
The way he says that makes me want to do cartwheels down the hallway, although I would break both ankles if I tried to do that in these heels.
You kill me, woman.
When he slowly, deliberately crosses his long legs I nearly hit an oncoming bus.
Ha ha ha! Oh, it's okay, Matthew. We're all with you, there.
Tom walks up to us then, and his costume makes me do a double-take. He raises his eyebrows at me.
"What?" He turns for me, his maroon smoking jacket open, exposing his chest.
"Playboy? You?"
Well done on the costume choices, for everyone! Is it weird if it takes no stretch of my imagination to place Tom in that outfit? :P
As usual, hilariously fantastic. More to come, soon? <333
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Date: 2010-07-20 10:53 am (UTC)20 mins later...
*Checks Friends Page* Hmm... Wait. WAIT. ... TTPWHAT?!
*Slams bedroom door* "NOBODY BOTHER ME."
Seriously, my reaction, just about every time I see this fic updated. <333
Okay, my favorite parts:
"How can I make you see that if you aren't there then I don't want to be there either?"
Giant Awwww. Love it.
"I'd love to take you tonight."
Thankfully, Dominic bursts out laughing at me as soon as that statement leaves my mouth. Talk about a Freudian Slip.
Bwahaha, yes! I Lol'ed.
I hear the catcall from a distance and look out the window and when I do I immediately sink to the floor, my face red and burning.
Hee hee hee. Some porn star HE is. :P
I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't touch myself once after hanging up the phone. It can be done, people.
Lol! LIES.
"Eez zhere zomething I can do fer you, Dominic?"
Waaaay too funny! God, I laughed so hard at your excellent costume selection! (And I won't lie about it - after reading that line, I had to listen to IBTY repeatedly for the rest of the chapter. Hardest I've laughed in days, putting those words in Matt's french-incapable mouth.)
The white shorts he's wearing look like something a tennis player might wear, and believe me, they're so tight that they're leaving nothing to the imagination; they hug his the muscles on his thighs perfectly. My eyes sweep up his body, now focusing on his tight white v-neck t-shirt, or rather, on the way his neck and arms stand out against it. It's unavoidable; as tanned as he is, he looks absolutely divine in white.
Whoa... That image. *gulps*
The way he says that makes me want to do cartwheels down the hallway, although I would break both ankles if I tried to do that in these heels.
You kill me, woman.
When he slowly, deliberately crosses his long legs I nearly hit an oncoming bus.
Ha ha ha! Oh, it's okay, Matthew. We're all with you, there.
Tom walks up to us then, and his costume makes me do a double-take. He raises his eyebrows at me.
"What?" He turns for me, his maroon smoking jacket open, exposing his chest.
"Playboy? You?"
Well done on the costume choices, for everyone! Is it weird if it takes no stretch of my imagination to place Tom in that outfit? :P
As usual, hilariously fantastic. More to come, soon? <333