Folk tales are remarkably short on mentions of how the fae cope with hot weather. There are sort of general images of the fae enjoying balmy summer evenings and drifting about next to languid pools, but nothing really definite, and nothing that really applies to the backroom of an overheated shop during a met-office-approved heat wave. Mostly because historically the fae have been too damn smart to seal themselves up in concrete boxes to slow-roast through the summer.

This was not a comforting thought to Jem. Read more... )
Folk tales are remarkably short on mentions of how the fae cope with hot weather. There are sort of general images of the fae enjoying balmy summer evenings and drifting about next to languid pools, but nothing really definite, and nothing that really applies to the backroom of an overheated shop during a met-office-approved heat wave. Mostly because historically the fae have been too damn smart to seal themselves up in concrete boxes to slow-roast through the summer.

This was not a comforting thought to Jem. Read more... )
This is me trying to spin something erotic with popsicles for CB Potts - it's notably lacking in both popsicles and sex, really ....

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"Stop it!" Izzy squirmed and tried to get away from Cal's tongue. "Seriously, man, cut that out. It's gross. I'm all sweaty."

"That's why it tastes so good." Cal grinned up from where he'd managed to pin Izzy's arm and had been lapping at the fold of his elbow.

"Freak."

"Your freak." Cal shot back.

"Yeah – I'm starting to wonder about that." Izzy was teasing, and Cal knew it, and retorted with another broad, warm, swipe of his tongue. Cal's fingers were tight around Izzy's wrist, and he had his whole body weight pressing down on Izzy's shoulder, and there was no getting away by pulling.

Izzy got smart. He relaxed, and let the arm that wasn't being molested flop, and then felt his way along the deck until he found the bucket they'd been cooling the beers in. Grabbing a handful of wet slippery ice cubes, he twisted and scrubbed them into Cal's ribs. Cal shrieked, and the plastic recliner skittered on the concrete as they both hit the floor on opposite sides.

Read more... )
This is me trying to spin something erotic with popsicles for CB Potts - it's notably lacking in both popsicles and sex, really ....

***

"Stop it!" Izzy squirmed and tried to get away from Cal's tongue. "Seriously, man, cut that out. It's gross. I'm all sweaty."

"That's why it tastes so good." Cal grinned up from where he'd managed to pin Izzy's arm and had been lapping at the fold of his elbow.

"Freak."

"Your freak." Cal shot back.

"Yeah – I'm starting to wonder about that." Izzy was teasing, and Cal knew it, and retorted with another broad, warm, swipe of his tongue. Cal's fingers were tight around Izzy's wrist, and he had his whole body weight pressing down on Izzy's shoulder, and there was no getting away by pulling.

Izzy got smart. He relaxed, and let the arm that wasn't being molested flop, and then felt his way along the deck until he found the bucket they'd been cooling the beers in. Grabbing a handful of wet slippery ice cubes, he twisted and scrubbed them into Cal's ribs. Cal shrieked, and the plastic recliner skittered on the concrete as they both hit the floor on opposite sides.

Read more... )
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