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hoosierbitch) wrote2010-05-06 04:43 pm
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MMOM #6: "i'll take your hand, you'll scream my name" (2/?, Peter/Neal)
This is a sequel to "let fall your horrible pleasure." I've been promising ashcat a sequel for...two months, now. I am terribly sorry that it has taken me so long! This would probably not be in two parts, except for I have to pack and leave, um, NOW, and won't have consistent internet again until Sunday. (Hopefully, I'll get to cafe to post MMOM, I am DETERMINED to do every day). There's at least one more part - what happens after Peter takes Neal upstairs (hint:it involves a very creative use of Satchmo's leash), and a time-stamp in the future where Neal gets his nipples pierced.
You don't have to read the first story to read this one, but it will make a bit more sense if you do!
Also - I do lowercase titles a lot. It is not because I trying to be poetic or pretentious - it is, in fact, for two much stupider reasons. Firstly, I can never remember which words to capitalize. You? My? The? IDK. Secondly, when I read words that are capitalized, my mental voice thinks they are Very Important. Which is not usually what I, as an author, intend. Just thought I'd share that, so y'all don't think I am trying to Make a Point (A? Do I capitalize A? IT IS A MYSTERY TO ME).
Title: i'll take your hand, you'll scream my name
Series: Piercing, Part 1 / Part 2
Author:hoosierbitch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Warnings: D/S, piercing!kink
Word Count: 2,000
Notes: In some of my other fics, I have dealt much more realistically with new BDSM relationships. In this story, the relationship progresses much faster than (I would hope) it would in RL. I just couldn't wait any longer to get to the fucking!
Summary: First, Peter bent him over the sink in the bathroom and made him come so hard he blacked out. Then, he took him out for sandwiches.
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First, Peter bent him over the sink in the bathroom and made him come so hard he blacked out. Then, he took him out for sandwiches. “I think you’re doing this backwards,” Neal said slowly. “Aren’t we supposed to date before we go all the way?”
“If you really want to wait until we’ve gone out a few times before I take you home and fuck you till you cry, then, sure; we can do that,” Peter replied, taking a sip of his iced tea.
Neal failed to stifle the shudder that ran through his body, from his tense shoulders down his back, which screamed with pain every time he breathed – and then down through every inch of his aching cock which was trying valiantly to harden, still covered in his own come.
“No, I – I think we can safely accelerate the timeline,” he replied in a voice an octave or two higher than normal. “And how the hell can you say shit like that without – without – you can’t flirt to save your life!”
“This isn’t flirting,” Peter said with a frown. “It’s just honesty. I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I’m not pretending to be someone else, and I already know what you want.”
Neal took as deep a breath as his corset piercing allowed for. “And what do you think I want?”
Peter added another packet of sugar to his iced tea and looked him over. “I think you want to be hurt. I think you want someone to make you hurt. Distract you from all the thoughts flying around in your head. I don’t think you can follow rules without knowing that they’re going to be enforced – but I think you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do. Just because I told you to do it. Am I right?”
Neal, whose groin was a mess of cum because Peter had told him not to clean himself off, who was sitting all the way back in his seat – pressing his swollen piercings against the metal because Peter had told him he wasn’t allowed to do otherwise – just nodded.
“So,” Peter said, pushing Neal’s glass of water towards him and smiling when he took a sip. “What do you not want me to do to do?”
Neal thought about it. Moz has asked him that, too, years before – had set up very firm boundaries for both of them. “I’m not into watersports,” he said, and he could see Peter go into his mental note-taking-mode. If he had his interview notepad with him, Neal was convinced he would have pulled it out. “I don’t do scatplay. You can – you can do whatever you want to me, basically, otherwise. You can beat my cock,” and he flushed crimson, because they were out in public and their waitress could come up any second and Peter was just nodding and listening as if this was perfectly normal. “You can – you can call me names, insult me – I kind of like that. But if you – if you tie me up – even if I can get out by myself – I don’t want you to be cruel.”
Peter paused, and when he didn’t continue, reached over and help his hand. And even that small, casual contact made Neal shiver. “Thank you for being honest,” Peter said. “Can you tell me if there’s a reason you don’t like being tied down?”
“No,” he said, staring at Peter’s hand over his. “I do like being tied down. It’s just – I get lost, sometimes, when things get heavy. And I have a hard time coming back out, if I’m tied up.” He liked feeling owned. He didn’t like feeling trapped.
“I can work with that,” Peter murmured, looking at him like he was deciding where he wanted to brand him first. The sandwiches came and Neal had a hard time eating – his stomach was in knots. But when he didn’t touch his sandwich, Peter pushed his plate closer to him. “Eat up. You’re going to need your energy.”
Neal had a hard time finishing his sandwich because his mouth was suddenly bone dry. Somehow, he still ate every bite.
“We’ll work out safewords when we get home,” Peter said after he paid the bill. “You get to change your mind at any time. About anything we do. No repercussions. Can you promise me you’ll do that?”
“Yes,” Neal said. His back was burning but the only sensation he could concentrate on was the tingle in his hand from where Peter had touched him. “I – I have one more rule,” he said, and he knew it wasn’t his place and wasn’t his business but he had to know. “I don’t want to be responsible for screwing up your marriage.”
Peter – Peter smiled at him, for that. Smiled and rested his head on his hand like he couldn’t believe what Neal had said. “You’re a good man,” Peter said, and it was barely a compliment but he could feel himself flush from head to toe. “El and I talked this over a long time ago.”
“Yeah?” Neal said, and he wondered how long Peter had wanted to jump his bones.
“We don’t exactly have an open marriage – but there were a few years when I was at work a bit too much. And El…she got lonely.”
Neal couldn’t imagine them as anything other than the perfect united front they’d presented every single time he’d seen them together. “I don’t want to take you away from her again,” Neal said. “I mean – I don’t know what she wants, but if she wants me – I mean, with you – I could – I’ve never done it before, but – ”
Peter quieted him by touching the back of his wrist with two fingers. “One step at a time. Right now, we are going to go back to work. And you are going to go to the bathroom before 5 o’clock and jack off again. You can lick up your cum, if you don’t want to come back covered in it.”
He smiled when Neal didn’t protest. But he looked a little confused when he stood up to leave and Neal didn’t follow him. “I’ve – I’ve got a bit of a problem,” Neal admitted. His cock was demonstrating its enthusiasm for Peter’s plan by tenting his pants in a truly uncomfortable fashion.
Peter handed Neal his jacket, which helped to conceal his erection. But then put his hand on the back of Neal’s neck to guide him back to the car. He’d never had so much trouble walking a straight line in his entire life.
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He jacked off right after they got back to the office. He came embarrassingly quickly, no more than a minute or two of teasing the head of his cock and stroking his balls before he was coming all over his hand. Imaging all the things Peter would do to him. Spank him, bite him, fuck him, tease him and leave him – he licked his come off of his hand and remembered Peter’s hand resting on his. He was half-hard again by the time he got back to his desk.
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Peter fondled Neal’s dick for most of the ride home. He kept asking Neal questions – how did his case go, what did he think of Jones’ attempt at growing a goatee, did he think the traffic would be lighter on 9th - by the time he pulled up in front of their house Neal was ready to scream. From having to answer Peter’s questions (every time he didn’t, Peter slapped his dick through his pants), from the growing desire to come (“Not until I tell you to,”) and from the almost overwhelming pain of his twelve raw piercings pressed against the seat.
El was waiting for them when they went inside. She looked at his crotch and shot him a sympathetic smile. “Peter’s not going easy on you, is he?” Neal shook his head and stayed right inside the door. Peter walked in and sat down next to his wife. Neal waited until Peter told him what to do.
“Are you well-trained, or just a natural?” Peter asked. Neal thought of Kate, and Moz, and Dan, the other nameless, faceless people who’d given him orders and enjoyed it more when he didn’t obey than when he did.
“A bit of both,” he answered. “But none of them – nothing was like this.” He licked his lips and waited, hands at his sides, wet spot growing in the front of his pants.
“I’ve got some ground rules,” El said. “Are you clear enough to listen?” He nodded. He wouldn’t be for much longer, but he was now. “Okay. I want to make this very clear – Peter was mine first. He is my husband, he has been my partner for ten years, and I’ll be damned if I give up any more of his time than his job demands.” Neal nodded again and tried to figure out why Peter had said there was any sort of chance for them at all.
“That being said – Peter has spent more time at home since you started working with him that he has in years. He calls when he’s going to be late, he picks up dinner, he sends flowers – well, flowers arrive with his name on the card.” He looked back and forth between their faces. They seemed more amused than displeased about his little deception. “So if you want to spend time with him, you’ll do it here. There’s a guest bedroom, there’s plenty of food in the pantry, and I have never once resented your presence at our table. I don’t imagine I’ll start now. Especially if you’re kneeling on the floor by Peter’s feet.”
Neal moaned and swayed forward, he was going to come, if Peter just told him to – but El wasn’t finished. “I’m not going to be angry if you take a night or two for dinner alone together, or a weekend every now and then – and I expect you to return the favor.” He nodded. “And maybe you and I can get some time of our own. We can buy go shopping,” she said with a laugh. “Get some suits for Peter. Some shoes for me. Some lingerie for you, maybe.”
He was dreaming. He had to be. There was no way this was really happening. “Peter and I tried to play, way back when we started. It didn’t work – I fought back,” she said, and Peter smiled at her and Neal basked in the reflected warmth and love and understanding. “We’ve been to some clubs – he knows what he’s doing. He’s not going to hurt you more than he should. If you ever want another person to be present, I’m good at being unobtrusive. And I wouldn’t mind watching a time or two. You’re not going to take him from me,” she said, and there was a ring on her finger and Neal’s hands were dirty with his own semen, he wasn’t going to argue with her. “But I don’t mind sharing. Not with you.”
“Is that okay with you?” Peter asked, and just the sound of his voice made Neal tremble. “You’re allowed to answer me.”
“Yes,” he said.
“Good. Now we’re going to go upstairs and I’m going to make good on my promises.” Peter was going to fuck him. Peter was going to fuck him until he cried. “El’s going to be in the house – if you ever feel unsafe, if I ever make you feel unsafe, you just yell her name, and she’ll be there,” Peter said, and he was standing and moving closer, this was real, it was happening, he got to have this – Peter kissed him. Peter kissed him, and one of his hands was around Neal’s waist and the other was cradling his jaw, tilting him just the way Peter wanted. Then the hand on his waist slipped underneath his shirt. And tugged on the chain twined in his piercings. And Neal whimpered. It was going to be a good night.
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Comments are loved and adored!
ashcat a sequel for...two months, now. I am terribly sorry that it has taken me so long! This would probably not be in two parts, except for I have to pack and leave, um, NOW, and won't have consistent internet again until Sunday. (Hopefully, I'll get to cafe to post MMOM, I am DETERMINED to do every day). There's at least one more part - what happens after Peter takes Neal upstairs (hint:it involves a very creative use of Satchmo's leash), and a time-stamp in the future where Neal gets his nipples pierced. You don't have to read the first story to read this one, but it will make a bit more sense if you do!
Also - I do lowercase titles a lot. It is not because I trying to be poetic or pretentious - it is, in fact, for two much stupider reasons. Firstly, I can never remember which words to capitalize. You? My? The? IDK. Secondly, when I read words that are capitalized, my mental voice thinks they are Very Important. Which is not usually what I, as an author, intend. Just thought I'd share that, so y'all don't think I am trying to Make a Point (A? Do I capitalize A? IT IS A MYSTERY TO ME).
Title: i'll take your hand, you'll scream my name
Series: Piercing, Part 1 / Part 2
Author:
hoosierbitch Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Peter/Neal
Warnings: D/S, piercing!kink
Word Count: 2,000
Notes: In some of my other fics, I have dealt much more realistically with new BDSM relationships. In this story, the relationship progresses much faster than (I would hope) it would in RL. I just couldn't wait any longer to get to the fucking!
Summary: First, Peter bent him over the sink in the bathroom and made him come so hard he blacked out. Then, he took him out for sandwiches.
*
First, Peter bent him over the sink in the bathroom and made him come so hard he blacked out. Then, he took him out for sandwiches. “I think you’re doing this backwards,” Neal said slowly. “Aren’t we supposed to date before we go all the way?”
“If you really want to wait until we’ve gone out a few times before I take you home and fuck you till you cry, then, sure; we can do that,” Peter replied, taking a sip of his iced tea.
Neal failed to stifle the shudder that ran through his body, from his tense shoulders down his back, which screamed with pain every time he breathed – and then down through every inch of his aching cock which was trying valiantly to harden, still covered in his own come.
“No, I – I think we can safely accelerate the timeline,” he replied in a voice an octave or two higher than normal. “And how the hell can you say shit like that without – without – you can’t flirt to save your life!”
“This isn’t flirting,” Peter said with a frown. “It’s just honesty. I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I’m not pretending to be someone else, and I already know what you want.”
Neal took as deep a breath as his corset piercing allowed for. “And what do you think I want?”
Peter added another packet of sugar to his iced tea and looked him over. “I think you want to be hurt. I think you want someone to make you hurt. Distract you from all the thoughts flying around in your head. I don’t think you can follow rules without knowing that they’re going to be enforced – but I think you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do. Just because I told you to do it. Am I right?”
Neal, whose groin was a mess of cum because Peter had told him not to clean himself off, who was sitting all the way back in his seat – pressing his swollen piercings against the metal because Peter had told him he wasn’t allowed to do otherwise – just nodded.
“So,” Peter said, pushing Neal’s glass of water towards him and smiling when he took a sip. “What do you not want me to do to do?”
Neal thought about it. Moz has asked him that, too, years before – had set up very firm boundaries for both of them. “I’m not into watersports,” he said, and he could see Peter go into his mental note-taking-mode. If he had his interview notepad with him, Neal was convinced he would have pulled it out. “I don’t do scatplay. You can – you can do whatever you want to me, basically, otherwise. You can beat my cock,” and he flushed crimson, because they were out in public and their waitress could come up any second and Peter was just nodding and listening as if this was perfectly normal. “You can – you can call me names, insult me – I kind of like that. But if you – if you tie me up – even if I can get out by myself – I don’t want you to be cruel.”
Peter paused, and when he didn’t continue, reached over and help his hand. And even that small, casual contact made Neal shiver. “Thank you for being honest,” Peter said. “Can you tell me if there’s a reason you don’t like being tied down?”
“No,” he said, staring at Peter’s hand over his. “I do like being tied down. It’s just – I get lost, sometimes, when things get heavy. And I have a hard time coming back out, if I’m tied up.” He liked feeling owned. He didn’t like feeling trapped.
“I can work with that,” Peter murmured, looking at him like he was deciding where he wanted to brand him first. The sandwiches came and Neal had a hard time eating – his stomach was in knots. But when he didn’t touch his sandwich, Peter pushed his plate closer to him. “Eat up. You’re going to need your energy.”
Neal had a hard time finishing his sandwich because his mouth was suddenly bone dry. Somehow, he still ate every bite.
“We’ll work out safewords when we get home,” Peter said after he paid the bill. “You get to change your mind at any time. About anything we do. No repercussions. Can you promise me you’ll do that?”
“Yes,” Neal said. His back was burning but the only sensation he could concentrate on was the tingle in his hand from where Peter had touched him. “I – I have one more rule,” he said, and he knew it wasn’t his place and wasn’t his business but he had to know. “I don’t want to be responsible for screwing up your marriage.”
Peter – Peter smiled at him, for that. Smiled and rested his head on his hand like he couldn’t believe what Neal had said. “You’re a good man,” Peter said, and it was barely a compliment but he could feel himself flush from head to toe. “El and I talked this over a long time ago.”
“Yeah?” Neal said, and he wondered how long Peter had wanted to jump his bones.
“We don’t exactly have an open marriage – but there were a few years when I was at work a bit too much. And El…she got lonely.”
Neal couldn’t imagine them as anything other than the perfect united front they’d presented every single time he’d seen them together. “I don’t want to take you away from her again,” Neal said. “I mean – I don’t know what she wants, but if she wants me – I mean, with you – I could – I’ve never done it before, but – ”
Peter quieted him by touching the back of his wrist with two fingers. “One step at a time. Right now, we are going to go back to work. And you are going to go to the bathroom before 5 o’clock and jack off again. You can lick up your cum, if you don’t want to come back covered in it.”
He smiled when Neal didn’t protest. But he looked a little confused when he stood up to leave and Neal didn’t follow him. “I’ve – I’ve got a bit of a problem,” Neal admitted. His cock was demonstrating its enthusiasm for Peter’s plan by tenting his pants in a truly uncomfortable fashion.
Peter handed Neal his jacket, which helped to conceal his erection. But then put his hand on the back of Neal’s neck to guide him back to the car. He’d never had so much trouble walking a straight line in his entire life.
*
He jacked off right after they got back to the office. He came embarrassingly quickly, no more than a minute or two of teasing the head of his cock and stroking his balls before he was coming all over his hand. Imaging all the things Peter would do to him. Spank him, bite him, fuck him, tease him and leave him – he licked his come off of his hand and remembered Peter’s hand resting on his. He was half-hard again by the time he got back to his desk.
*
Peter fondled Neal’s dick for most of the ride home. He kept asking Neal questions – how did his case go, what did he think of Jones’ attempt at growing a goatee, did he think the traffic would be lighter on 9th - by the time he pulled up in front of their house Neal was ready to scream. From having to answer Peter’s questions (every time he didn’t, Peter slapped his dick through his pants), from the growing desire to come (“Not until I tell you to,”) and from the almost overwhelming pain of his twelve raw piercings pressed against the seat.
El was waiting for them when they went inside. She looked at his crotch and shot him a sympathetic smile. “Peter’s not going easy on you, is he?” Neal shook his head and stayed right inside the door. Peter walked in and sat down next to his wife. Neal waited until Peter told him what to do.
“Are you well-trained, or just a natural?” Peter asked. Neal thought of Kate, and Moz, and Dan, the other nameless, faceless people who’d given him orders and enjoyed it more when he didn’t obey than when he did.
“A bit of both,” he answered. “But none of them – nothing was like this.” He licked his lips and waited, hands at his sides, wet spot growing in the front of his pants.
“I’ve got some ground rules,” El said. “Are you clear enough to listen?” He nodded. He wouldn’t be for much longer, but he was now. “Okay. I want to make this very clear – Peter was mine first. He is my husband, he has been my partner for ten years, and I’ll be damned if I give up any more of his time than his job demands.” Neal nodded again and tried to figure out why Peter had said there was any sort of chance for them at all.
“That being said – Peter has spent more time at home since you started working with him that he has in years. He calls when he’s going to be late, he picks up dinner, he sends flowers – well, flowers arrive with his name on the card.” He looked back and forth between their faces. They seemed more amused than displeased about his little deception. “So if you want to spend time with him, you’ll do it here. There’s a guest bedroom, there’s plenty of food in the pantry, and I have never once resented your presence at our table. I don’t imagine I’ll start now. Especially if you’re kneeling on the floor by Peter’s feet.”
Neal moaned and swayed forward, he was going to come, if Peter just told him to – but El wasn’t finished. “I’m not going to be angry if you take a night or two for dinner alone together, or a weekend every now and then – and I expect you to return the favor.” He nodded. “And maybe you and I can get some time of our own. We can buy go shopping,” she said with a laugh. “Get some suits for Peter. Some shoes for me. Some lingerie for you, maybe.”
He was dreaming. He had to be. There was no way this was really happening. “Peter and I tried to play, way back when we started. It didn’t work – I fought back,” she said, and Peter smiled at her and Neal basked in the reflected warmth and love and understanding. “We’ve been to some clubs – he knows what he’s doing. He’s not going to hurt you more than he should. If you ever want another person to be present, I’m good at being unobtrusive. And I wouldn’t mind watching a time or two. You’re not going to take him from me,” she said, and there was a ring on her finger and Neal’s hands were dirty with his own semen, he wasn’t going to argue with her. “But I don’t mind sharing. Not with you.”
“Is that okay with you?” Peter asked, and just the sound of his voice made Neal tremble. “You’re allowed to answer me.”
“Yes,” he said.
“Good. Now we’re going to go upstairs and I’m going to make good on my promises.” Peter was going to fuck him. Peter was going to fuck him until he cried. “El’s going to be in the house – if you ever feel unsafe, if I ever make you feel unsafe, you just yell her name, and she’ll be there,” Peter said, and he was standing and moving closer, this was real, it was happening, he got to have this – Peter kissed him. Peter kissed him, and one of his hands was around Neal’s waist and the other was cradling his jaw, tilting him just the way Peter wanted. Then the hand on his waist slipped underneath his shirt. And tugged on the chain twined in his piercings. And Neal whimpered. It was going to be a good night.
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“If you really want to wait until we’ve gone out a few times before I take you home and fuck you till you cry, then, sure; we can do that,” Peter replied, taking a sip of his iced tea.
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“I think you want to be hurt. I think you want someone to make you hurt. Distract you from all the thoughts flying around in your head. I don’t think you can follow rules without knowing that they’re going to be enforced – but I think you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do. Just because I told you to do it. Am I right?”
Are Dom!Peter pieces of BRILLIANCE.
But it's also realistic and sweet (and HOT AGAIN!) and even sad. This:
"...You’re not going to take him from me,” she said, and there was a ring on her finger and Neal’s hands were dirty with his own semen, he wasn’t going to argue with her."
made me so sad for Neal. And yet it worked and was still hot and real.
You continue to impress the shit out of me with how much you've learned about D/s and power play and with how unbearably hot you make it time and time again!
You fucking ROCK.
p.s. FIND. A WAY. TO WRITE. AND COMMENT. THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!! Or I'll go into fucking withdrawal. :-I
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That is all. *scurries back to woman power differential sex writing*
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I don't know what that means but it sounds FANTASTIC.
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Thanks, guys! I'm so glad you liked dom!Peter! I <3 HIM.
Okay - gotta go write part 3! :D
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I love El's discussion with Neal and that Peter is like "You can just call for El if you get upset" and their brief discussion of limits was nice :) and I could say that all the lines were wonderful and not be lying but I really really liked:
“I do like being tied down. It’s just – I get lost, sometimes, when things get heavy. And I have a hard time coming back out, if I’m tied up.” He liked feeling owned. He didn’t like feeling trapped.
Gah :D *loves on it* that was fantastic and I can't wait to see whatever wonderful events happen next because you know me and Neal!tears <3
YAYAYYA THANK YOU I LOVE IT <3
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THANK YOU!
More is on the way! Hopefully today! :D
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I have to say, I love how matter-of-fact everyone is. Peter's so casual about the whole thing, and El's straightforward. And I love how Neal is surprised at that from them. His whole view of them got completely twisted around, and he's adorable.
Is it bad that all I really got out of this was a mental image of El and Neal going lingerie shopping? For him? It's a wonderful image. :D
I know this line has already been pointed out, but I have to point it out again because it's really fabulous:
...there was a ring on her finger and Neal’s hands were dirty with his own semen, he wasn’t going to argue with her.
Love that. Love the whole thing, really.
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawkward.
Thank you SO MUCH for this review! What sweet things to say! And, yes, lingerie shopping. That's a vignette I'm gonna have to write. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNF.
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<3
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heeeeee.
This is just wonderful. I adore seeing negotiations like this play out, even when the pace is somewhat accelerated. And the whole scene at the diner with Peter making Neal press his back against the chair... and in the car, with the... oh my god. You've still got it.
(also it is super endearing that you feel the need to explain your lowercase titles. You're a rock star, bb, you don't have to explain yourself to anybody.)
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>>(also it is super endearing that you feel the need to explain your lowercase titles. You're a rock star, bb, you don't have to explain yourself to anybody.)<<
I completely and totally agree!! A rock star! You are so sweet, Sarah, and it's also SO TRUE! You rock it out, B, we read it, weep, clench, flail, feedback, and love. You can't really do any wrong at this point. ;-)
And Sarah, "woman power differential sex writing" is up! It's a Janeway/Seven that started writing itself in my head on the way to ShopKo. LOL!
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I mean - making me blush like a ROCK STAR! :D
Thanks so much, guys. You're awesome.
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This was really hot. But what really got to me was the end. How Peter and El acknowledge that Neal might not always be comfortable with Peter and they're okay with that, those last four sentences, but mostly this line "this was real, it was happening, he got to have this" really got to me.
And goodness, the way you did the whole thing, I really felt there, in the room, in Neal's head. And it was a delightfully emotional place to be. :)
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Thank you SO MUCH! What an awesome review!
*is really flattered*
Thank you!!!!
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Loved Elizabeth putting down some rules, too, and loved the mention of her and Peter having tried the whole submission thing at some point.
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This:
Neal thought of Kate, and Moz, and Dan, the other nameless, faceless people who’d given him orders and enjoyed it more when he didn’t obey than when he did.
Made me want to cry a little for Neal. That was so poignant and heart-wrenching.
And El's permission and rules but also her protectiveness of Neal makes me love her. And Peter! Good Peter, to recognize and demand that Neal be open and honest with him. It must be a huge change for Neal to have to do that, but I am so excited for him.
Oh, and all the sexy stuff too was sexy and hot and lovely. :-D
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YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND LOVELY. IS FACTS.