Well, I can finally
breathe again. I'm truly hoping I'm done with the cold / viral ick / seasonal
funk now. Yeesh.
Gotham had a great
episode. I loved the end with two potential villains putting their heads
together. That combo could lead to some truly good viewing.
The Flash is
getting interesting. I have a sneaking suspicion about who Zoom is going to
turn out to be, but I'll refrain from speculating for now. My biggest hint is
in looking at his garb…
Arrow keeps getting
better and better. I like seeing Oliver and Felicity having some conflict. And
it's always fun to see Mama Smoak.
Not much to say
about the other shows, but Agents of SHIELD is staying twisty and I like that. Unless
it gets too hard to tell who is on what side. Then I'll be annoyed.
One final
television note. Doctor Who. Yeah. So disappointed. I can't shake the feeling
Moffat and company are trying to be too clever and they're sacrificing the
emotional component to do so. "Sleep No More" came off as a jumbled mess, in my
opinion. Maybe I'm too stupid to 'get' the cleverness. I don't know.
Tonight's post is
from We Have a Winner, a sexy short where my main characters are the subject of
a wager.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Kella Yates and Weston Grogan can't fight their attraction
and everyone knows it. The entire crew of their ship waits in anticipation for
their inevitable hook-up. When they finally cave in to their lust, the winner
of the when will it happen pool can be declared.
And a sneaky peek…
Weston pushed Kella against the
bulkhead and worked the zipper of her sweatshirt down. His mouth burned a trail
from the column of her throat, down over her shoulder and lower, lower, until
his lips closed over the taut nipple he'd exposed. His hands shoved Kella's pants
past her hips and she stepped out, twisting around to grab hold of Weston's
tanks, hauling him close to mesh her lips with his. Using both hands, she backed
him against the bulkhead and repeated his movements. Tanks up and off, pants
undone and shoved down. She went one step further, sinking to her knees and
enveloping his hard length between her lips, going deep.
Weston moaned, his fingers
tangling in her hair. "Damn, Kella. Give a guy warning next time."
She grinned around his cock,
drawing back, but grasping the girth in her hands. "Now where's the fun in
that?" Her tongue swirled around the tip, flicking back and forth.
"Besides, you didn't give me any the last time."
Weston's lips quirked. "I
didn't, did I?"
Shorter than normal
peek, but I hope it whets the appetite.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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