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26 October 2009 @ 07:01 pm
Fic meme  
Gakked from torigates

Quote a bit of my writing at me! Find that one story of mine that you really like, and pull a sentence or paragraph or section out that makes you shiver. Comment here with it, no matter how long or short it is.

Then post this yourself!

-- Master List
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The depressed optimist: PB - KISS S4lizparker6 on October 26th, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
Ahh...there is really much, but i think the one thing that really made me go - aaawww... - would be this one, its really simple, but i like the way you describe the scene (can really see and feel and smell and taste their surroundings) as well as the characters and the plot (nice and easy and happy and playfull, gotta love the playfull) .

Its from your Prison Break story Bliss, and describing a scene with michael and sara (who else for me, lol) swimming in the sea near christina rose:

He lets himself sink, sink into the clear and tepid water and then, when it starts getting darker and cooler, he pushes on his arms and swims up. He spots Sara’s legs, holds on to her waist and kisses her belly. He drags her down with him, under the water, and kisses her again, on the lips this time around. She tastes like sugar and salt together and he thinks he could stay like that for hours. If their bodies didn’t need oxygen. He can feel her smiling and sliding against him.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael sara 3clair_de_lune on October 28th, 2009 02:55 pm (UTC)
Oh, one of the fluffiest fluffs I've ever fluffed ;)
The depressed optimist: PB - Sara LOLlizparker6 on October 28th, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
Lol, well, yeah, I guess, but I SO love that setting! :))
Tori: pb | bleak | always on the runtorigates on October 29th, 2009 03:37 pm (UTC)
He doesn’t bother answering, he’s pretty sure it wasn’t an actual question anyway; he just leans in to kiss her. Kisses her collarbone, right where the neckline of her dress ends, kisses the spot under her ear and revels in her small, appreciative sigh, in the way she tilts her head to give him better access. He burrows his face there, breathes her in and closes his eyes. He doesn’t ask for anything else, honestly, he’s quite happy with the feel of her, her scent, the light touch of her hand on the nape of his neck. Her fingers linger, her nails lightly scrape the short stubble on his skull and he’s a hair’s breadth from groaning in pleasure.
Clair de Lune: pb - michael saraclair_de_lune on October 30th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
This is weird... That fic - "Boots" - is supposed to be a bit naughty, and yet the part you quote makes it sound rather sweet *g*