It's actually a sniffing fic, but I figure you get higher ratings for licking.

Sweet Lady, the things I say in chat.

New fic tonight - Fraser stepped up and started whispering in my ear, and he's got such a lovely voice. He's one of the characters that I know I've got - I don't worry about characterization with him, because things like this just come to me: Fix

My headache's gone now, too. I still need to post the story to all the sundry places, but that's a headache for tomor-this morning.

Want, not need.

I am in want today.

I am in want of a paycheck, with which to pay the bills that are now loudly proclaiming their importance. Like, the cable bill.

I am in want of some sun, in which to lie and read and slowly tan myself back from the pale fishbelly white pall Seattle has cast upon me.

I am in want of some human presence in the house that I don't despise - someone male and companiable, and warm.

I am in want of more bookshelves, more storage to fill my spaces up with books and things - gather them around me like a packrat, but a neat packrat.

I am in want of a new wardrobe - soft, sleek and good looking, to replace my ratty jeans and overlarge tshirts. I want to preen in cashmere and silk.

I am in want of a reliable muse - one who won't flit off to Bora-Bora on a whim, who will chivy me away from Imperialism 2 and other world-conquering games and make me write for once.

I am in want of many things. I don't need, just want. Good thing that's all it is, eh?