Four

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Four days. Four. Freaking. Days.

My player keeps wondering why I'm being this angsty (as if I don't have reason enough). It's really easy; I haven't gotten laid for FOUR FRAKKING FRELLING FUCKING DAYS.

I'm a teenager, damnit. Sex is always on my mind. My girlfriend isn't even on the same planet and spanking the monkey isn't quite cutting it now that I've been with Vala Mal Doran.

What? This is therapy. Can't I for once not be a boyscout and just come right out and admit that I haven't have sex in four days and it's FRUSTRATING.

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[mycanonhatesme]

Secret desire to...wait, you've thought about having sex with me and never said anything? Lex, did it ever occur to you to maybe make this not so secret?! Like, sooner? As in, when you were here? I would have gladly indulged in your fantasy, as long as you were the one drinking the Ty-Nant afterwards. Because that's hot.

(Hee! Thanks for breaking Chloe's brain like that. Mmmmm. *g*)

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

[daddylexbucks.livejournal.com]

Well, there were the authorities to think about and the fact that your sixteen, which sure, doesn't seem like it's likely to stop me but you'd be surprised how quickly a farm town would be able to rustle up a few torches and pitchforks once some one in the Sheriff's office cried statutory rape.

So, does this mean we're on for whenever our paths next meet? Because I'd be very interested to move on from mereky eye-fucking you to acutally fucking you.

And how about a compromise? I'll drink the Ty-Nant off of you. Sounds fair yes?

[mycanonhatesme]

Oh Lex, I think it's very safe to say that we're on for the next time we meet. Especially since I just celebrated my birthday, and am now legal, even according to the backwards laws of Kansas.

And I love that Ty-Nant idea. Especially if it's been chilled. That sounds very, very fair.