Sending out an SOS

[itsallovernow]

Am still working from home. Stop. The telegraph is officially dead. Stop. No Really. I heard it on NPR. Stop. Still trapped. Stop. Send Porn. Stop. And cat wranglers. Stop. Nothing says professionalism like screaming "Get the fuck off the keyboard." while trying to conduct business via cell phone. Stop. I mentioned the porn? Stop. Who'd a thought I'd actually want to go to the office? Stop.

So, entertain me. Go answer today's farscapefriday challenge. We've been woefully slow over there and it makes me sad. Y'all wouldn't want to see my cry would you? It's terribly unattractive. I get red faced and snotty and hiccupy, and well, you really wouldn't want that. Besides, my competitive spirit has been aroused now that Terra Firm has "microfic" challenges. I know we can do better!! C'mon, be petty and competitive with me. (And by doing better I don't mean to imply quality, merely quantity).

And finally, if there are people out there - Farscape fans or not - who haven't seen sdwolfpup's John and D'Argo vid to "Movin' Right Along" go forth now and watch and feed the vidder. I guarantee you that this vid will make your day!! Go here to watch!!

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Turn About is Fair Play

[raithen.livejournal.com]

That damned door had never closed properly in the two years she had lived in the condo. That it was a bathroom door was a problem. That the problem was mitigated was helpful. The bathroom was an ensuite. And since getting the landlord to fix the flood-prone dishwasher was a major pain, she had just accepted that the door wouldn't close properly. Mostly, it didn't matter.

That day, it did.

He was a friend, and her brain told her that was all he should be. Her instincts told her otherwise. And he was staying with her. On a crappy futon in the living room, to be sure. But he was there. And her body was letting her know this was Good.

She was dumb, of course, and missed an opportunity the night before. But she didn't play these games often, and was oblivious to the more obvious hints....

They had flirted all day, in between decorating the hall and calming the bride and groom. And they were back at the condo, getting ready for the evening ceremony.

She had just stepped out of the shower. They were chatting through the not-closed door. She was towelling off. She was not worried about strategic placement of the towel. There was, after all, a door. They were chatting. He couldn't hear her. In he walked.

After he was done being prudently flustered, he indicated that he was impressed with the view. He gracefully exited and "closed" the door behind him.

She put on a bra and panties and walked out, and teased him as she turned to her vanity. "Turn about is fair play, you know."

And oh. was it. As she turned back to him, he stood there. And she turned new shades of red. And she froze. Muttered something that she can't remember.

And she left for the hair salon. Her mind was not on hair or weddings, though.

Naked men were not supposed to be standing in her room. Not for real, anyway. And they were never that beautiful, even in her dreams.

He drove home immediately after the reception. She wonders to this day what was on his mind.

[sdwolfpup.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the rec. I'm glad you liked it! :)

And I feel you on working from home; the occasional trip into the office is like a vacation for me these days.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

It would be different if I were set up to do my job at home. I'm all set up to freelance, but to do admin work it's a nightmare:)

[kernezelda]

http://isabellesmuse.livejournal.com/130817.html

Fresh off the presses, it's a lovely scene.