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Title: Well, Finally
Author:
amand_r
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Harmony
Warnings: Harmony? God love her, but sometimes dumb as a fricking post.
Author's Notes: Almost all of the typos (misspellings) are completely intentional. I know the difference between Voila and Viola. Really.
Summary: Back when she had been human, she'd never really stopped to think about what time of day it was. Now it was like, she had even less time in the day than she did before. Like, she had forever but that forever was chopped up into part free-time, and part 'oh no, going outside causes incurable burning cancer or something.'
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Title: Kùaxìng
Author:
amand_r
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Inara, other peoples
Warnings: Uh. NC-17 for strap-on sex. Also crossdressing/transgender issues. Yeah.
Author's Notes: Never wrote 'strap-on' sex before. Never wrote geisha painting before.
Summary: There are flounces and silk and a few ties and buttons. There are necklaces and flowers in hair. There are a few more stolen kisses, anywhere but on the mouth, really, Xian-li's hands, her shoulder, the innocuous clavicle, the bend of the elbow, and then finally, when they are powdered and gleaming and their every movement produces the rustle of taffeta and the low groan sound of tight fabric being forced to move with their every breath, Inara offers Xian-li her hand, and they step from the shuttle to the darkness, where the private courier is waiting to take them to the hotel.
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Title: Well, Finally
Author:
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Fandom: Angel
Characters: Harmony
Warnings: Harmony? God love her, but sometimes dumb as a fricking post.
Author's Notes: Almost all of the typos (misspellings) are completely intentional. I know the difference between Voila and Viola. Really.
Summary: Back when she had been human, she'd never really stopped to think about what time of day it was. Now it was like, she had even less time in the day than she did before. Like, she had forever but that forever was chopped up into part free-time, and part 'oh no, going outside causes incurable burning cancer or something.'
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Title: Kùaxìng
Author:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Inara, other peoples
Warnings: Uh. NC-17 for strap-on sex. Also crossdressing/transgender issues. Yeah.
Author's Notes: Never wrote 'strap-on' sex before. Never wrote geisha painting before.
Summary: There are flounces and silk and a few ties and buttons. There are necklaces and flowers in hair. There are a few more stolen kisses, anywhere but on the mouth, really, Xian-li's hands, her shoulder, the innocuous clavicle, the bend of the elbow, and then finally, when they are powdered and gleaming and their every movement produces the rustle of taffeta and the low groan sound of tight fabric being forced to move with their every breath, Inara offers Xian-li her hand, and they step from the shuttle to the darkness, where the private courier is waiting to take them to the hotel.