For the fics in your wip folder thingy! Lets hear more about: amtdi āwholeheartedly agreesā? And if I am allowed to have two, then I am tempted by 'dark!otp' as well. š
ohhh, the amtdi existed as a sentence idea for a very long time
āShit,ā Sam says
Jack presses his face to her shoulder and wholeheartedly agrees. Shit
but currently itās about 2400 words long. And still the sentence hasnāt been placed in itās rightful place
The floating candles are inside the wider circle, what looks like equal distance away from each other. It makes the room look both warm and menacing for some reason.
Other than that, it's completely empty.
"Ugh, the smell," Carter says behind him.
"Yeah, it's bad." He's breathing through his mouth. It's impressive how well the door works against the smell.
To say he's disappointed would be an understatement, but he's not ready to give up yet.
He sees Carter move out of the corner of his eye.
"It's the candles, sir," she says. "I wouldn't want to have one of these in my house."
Glancing in her direction, he does a double take. She's crouching and the candles illuminate her face. And then the images of her lying on his bed, in the candlelight, as he explores every inch of her body, come flooding his mind, the intensity of which makes him gasp.
āSir?"Ā She'd whisper and it would make him lose control.
"Sir?" she says. It's loud and concerned and it rips his little fantasy apart like wet tissue. "Are you okay?"
He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the graphic images he's so not supposed to have about her ever, let along on a mission. "Yeah. Fine," he says, curt.
"Well," Sam says getting up and moving towards him. "There's nothing here. Are you satisfied?"
but if I can get my Muse to cooperate, the good stuff should begin right after the scene after this one ;)
as for dark!otp, atm itās only an idea, nothing more. However the RepliCarter fic thatās almost finished can you frakking believe it cause I canāt sets the stage, so yeah, there be robots šš¤š
