| Challenge #174: Condom |
[Sep. 13th, 2010|05:12 pm] |
Title: Facts (challenge #174: Condom)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Post 513
And the condom goes to: Tongue kiss
Very few people realized what it took to make a damn good lawyer. Melanie Marcus-Peterson was one damn good lawyer who knew what it took.
She anticipated her adversary’s attacks and counterattacks and outmaneuvered opposing council with Olympic speed. So when she found a condom in the back pocket of her fifteen year-old son’s jeans while doing laundry, Melanie cussed, and then she swore, and then she swore again, until she stopped and began to weigh her approach. The first step: facts.
Facts before argument.
Melanie grabbed her phone out of the pocket of her Dockers denims, and texted Brian. |
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| Challenge #174: Condom |
[Sep. 13th, 2010|11:55 pm] |
Title: List (challenge #174: Condom)
Warnings/Author's Notes: None
And the condom goes to: Tongue Kiss
Michael checked the nightstand drawer and saw that their supplies were running low. He quickly scribbled condoms on the list.
As he sat at their computer and opened up the link to their supplier, he felt the same throb of longing that he always did when he wished he and Ben could do it raw. It was his favorite fantasy.
Ben walked by, murmuring “Mmm, brown eyes,” and lightly brushing his hand over Michael’s shoulders as he passed. Michael’s skin tingled under his shirt.
Ben was real, he was healthy and he loved him.
There was no need for regret. |
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