~BrightestStar~ said:
omg....
I log in for a drive by posting, and am mocked by more of those darn "you have a new PM" messages....and...and...it opened!!!!
You girls!!! Get your arses here right this second! This is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me!
:hug ::heart :: hug:
:gushes and gets sappy:
VintagePunk said:I haven't, actually.
That's what the link in your sig is?
VintagePunk said:What girls? It was the PM fairy.
Sad_Girl said:
it's no biggie, believe me - I'm HORRIBLE at keeping it up
Sad_Girl said:
it's no biggie, believe me - I'm HORRIBLE at keeping it up
VintagePunk said:I think the important thing here is...what we're missing...initially, she was only going to do a drive-by posting.
*sniffle* *pout* 
feel guilty yet?
VintagePunk said:
I tend not to go looking for things. I don't even read journals, unless someone specifically says "i posted about whatever in my journal... "
~BrightestStar~ said:
SG!
Yes, apparently VP, Wild and Jem are now fairies
I like fairies 
~BrightestStar~ said:
Do you even look at your own journal since you posted that one time?
VintagePunk said:Now I can actually communicate with you, being that I'm not so great at e-mailing lately. And the good news? My PMs are just as lengthy, meandering, and nonsensical as my e-mails.
~BrightestStar~ said:
When did you girls come up with this? When did it happen...I don't signn on for a day or two and look what happens
Where's Wild and Jem, I want to smother than with adoration too.
And SG gets adoration just cause I like her
I really can't take credit for it.
Let me know if I can help!
I'll consider it a personal project to make you some sig-worthy (and sig-size) pics, Bri goodnight VP Sweet dreams!
~BrightestStar~ said:
~BrightestStar~ said:
SG, I have great faith in your good taste
The crowd is screaming, cheering for more. The building is electric, filled with energy......they've done a good show. Already gone out for two encores, and the crowd is still unsatisfied, still begging for just one more song. Smiling you abandon your spot and head backstage. The boys should be there soon, exhausted yet high from the crowd, and more than ready to go out on the town.
You make your way through the dimly lit corrrider, the muted sounds of the crowd can still be heard, a constant roar in the background.
Cool brick, hot flesh.
A body pressed hard against yours. Suddenly. You're taken by surprise, forced up against the wall. You go to call out, put a mouth covers yours with a hungry urgency. Any attempts to stuggle are vanquished as strong, large hands capture your wrists, and a broad, hard body pins you to the wall. You can sense the heat of him, feel every inch of him pressed up against you. You wriggle, but his grip doesn't budge.
His mouth slides hotly across your cheek, his stubble rough as he nuzzles your neck. His breaths are irregular...his mouth and tongue, hot and wet....
You manage a quiet whisper. "No," but it's as far as you can get. Everything that's happened, everything you tried so hard to walk away from, all becomes a distnat memory. And it's just like it was yesterday, like you never decided to either just be friends, or nothing.
He doesn't stop. Nibbles and licks his way down to your shoulder...
"Bono, no....please....."
You realize he probably doesn't even hear you, so lost in the energy, in sensations...
You feel your hands pulled above your head, weakly resist, feel his one hand capture your wrists, hold them firm.
Feel his breath hot on your neck, hear his low growl in your ear, taste the salty sweetness of his skin on your tongue.....Only to realize what you're doing and pull back....A groan of disappointment before his mouth claims yours again, hard and insistent....slowing, to something gentler....deeper. You whimper involuntarily.
A voice at your ear, deep, rough, smooth.....simply hot. Hips rocking against yours, need evident.
"Tell me you don't want this...."....a hand slides under the hem of your shirt, plays lightly up your side...."Tell me you don't feel it luv....."
You try to say no.....try to deny it..deny him. But you can't, you part you lips, but the words don't come out. You can almost feel his smirk....A soft kiss to your temple, then that voice again "That's my girl....." His voice muffled by your skin as he works his way back down. A sharp bite of your shoulder, soothed by a gentle kiss. You surrender, to his hands, to his voice, to him.....Murmuring, "mine" And as he claims every inch....
!!
Who wouldn't be grinning like that in that *ahem* position? Sad_Girl said:Damn girl!
See, that is why you are Queen of the Cap
) Bono...or do we have multiple versions again? I love it! It's perfect!
