#ficlelis

[sweetredchevy]

➧ Massage their shoulders

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Was he really that tense---?As palms met his shoulders and began to knead them,Adam cringed some against the push, but softenedimmediately after as the tension was drawn out byhelp of skillful hands.

                                   “Ohhh,” he exhaled, leaning back to look up                                    with an obviously GRATEFUL expression                                    upon his countenance;                                                              “You’re the BEST.”

[sweetredchevy]

➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs

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It had started innocently enough - a hand on his knee that Adam paid little mind to, beyond giving a soft smile in response. But as moments went on that hand slipped higher, further, and soon Adam was tipping towards the other with a meaningful glance.

“Don’t start somethin’ if you don’t plan on following through---                                My heart won’t be able to take it.”

And that’s where a little SMIRK pulls at his lips,at the same time he shifts his hips in encouragementfor the other man to keep that hand exploring.

[noworldnomad]

🃏

“Look, I don’t wanna like... get this off to a bad start. But it’s almost certainly a mistake.”

@ficlelis

and im thinking probably @winterxsoldierxbarnes set them up?

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

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o(≧o≦)o baby bee you’re going to kill me, goodness.

[yelenabeloved]

9. Cold

Cold, not just cold, freezing, frigid. Pale skin turned red, lips cracked, peeling. Pale blue eyes that ached, wishing to close. Rest, just sleep, g i v e  u p. She didn’t give up well, her bones ached, tears burned, but she didn’t give up. She never gave up. The cold became part of her, the pain became part of her, and changed her. A girl that was once full of fire became a woman with a heart of ice. The jobs, the work they all became easier. She was determined still, but now, careless of others. It became too easy to kill, to do whatever it took to survive.

She didn’t not forget the warmth of her past, and an unspoken part of her longed for that, to be special, to be something, anything, to someone or anyone. To know a world that wasn’t built on coldness or lies. Years of a lonely existence, years of hard work, years of bitter hatred for what she had become, all melted away by a touch. Something to human, so vital and necessary but foreign to the ice queen. She resist at first, like all creatures, afraid of change, but soon she melts becomes malleable, like metal she will be shaped or shattered by warmth.

[presidentviktorpetrov]

ficlelis:

“He was dead by the time I got there, President.” He walked to the window, arms crossed as he stared at the world outside, “And I can’t interrogate a dead man.”

Then you should have got there faster, he wished to say. But Viktor knew that any more scolding would do any good. “Curious... it seems there are other people in play. Do you know who killed him?”

[bylogiic]

         “As enlightening as that was, I fail           to see how it will help?”

@ficlelis

[experiiiment-blog]

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beeeeeeeee, those last three? pfft. you are lovely and great. like honestly, intimidating you??? no way. your blog and muse are so developed and just like PRETTY i just can’t.