A Slow Uncomfortable Screw Against A Wall Rated NC-17 Pairing: Rev/? Summary: A club, two men and a wall. Disclaimer: I do not own nor know these gentlemen. However, if they want me to watch I’ll be more than happy to. 　 　 　 　   He slammed the boy against the wall of the club, his blonde locks a contrast against the raven hair of his prey. He smashed his lips against his, plunging...

...grumpy and pouty and acts like a little girly, so Finks likes to make him pretty. Now Beejie's hittin' me, that's Finkie's job. He wants - NO STOP DELETING MY TYPES BILLIE IMMA GONNA - ignore rev. i hate computers and i'm fairly stupid with them so i think i'll let them do this. what? apparently if i hold down the same button i use to make a questionmark i can make an uppercase letter? really...

... to skim the ground with only enough clearance to beat her wings to keep them airborne. Fiorella squeeks, holding tighter. Fast flying isn't exactly what she's used to with Mecaith. That and T'rev always has a warning before something happens. The drop is completely unexpected and eyes close tight with her squeal of surprise. Liath levels out and so the ride becomes smooth once again, which...

...piercing the lake's waters. It doesn't appear that they've been here long, for the weyrling is just now shrugging out of her jacket to her sleeveless shirt. Fresh in from an outWeyr appointment, T'rev's still in leathers too, though he's abandoned his jacket. Mecaith touches base with Liath in typically polite fashion as he glides across the lake, his shadow blocking some of the sun that dapples...

...muttering to herself, "This can't be right." Skimming low over the lake, Mecaith arrives with a polite: < < Good day Liath. May we land upon your ledge? >> And from the bronze dragon's back T'rev calls out a bright greeting that ought to be audible inside. "Hey Niss! Big brother's coming in!" Which is far less formal and very jovial. Liath lifts her head with a bright trill for Mecaith, her...