Red Carpet

[acroamatica.livejournal.com]

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[http://users.livejournal.com/withpaperwings_/]

Adorable XD I LOVE it XD

[http://users.livejournal.com/_riz/]

Poor tortured Dom...

"It wasn't until much later that I discovered he'd done my shirt up all crooked. But by then he was taking it off again, so it didn't really seem to matter.

And by then, although I still couldn't manage my own buttons, I was quite able to handle his."

I truly love that phrasing there.

[sparktastic.livejournal.com]

There was just... something about this...

Yeah.

Liked. A lot.

[many-miles-away.livejournal.com]

*melts and splashes to the floor*

<3<3<3!!!

(and this sentence is pure poetic genius, btw: God, I love it when he does that, it's like his whole body goes liquid and I want to touch him so badly, break the surface tension and dive into him)

[bungee.livejournal.com]

Aww ...poor Dom. What a wonderful fic. :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_shellofmyself/]

Oh, okay. So. Um. Wow.

This was... I loved the way this was written. Loved it. And it sort of surprised me because I thought it was more of a one-sided Dom-loving-Billy fic. Which, I think maybe was what you were going for. But then, there was Billy, loving Dom. And, perfect. Very pretty.

[fitofpique.livejournal.com]

This was lovely, with a bittersweet edge that made my heart squeeze painfully a few times.

I adore the last line.

[xbrokenglass.livejournal.com]

That was awesome. I really loved it. Great job writing that.

[domslover.livejournal.com]

i cud try and cum up with nice things to say but i'll end up rambling and making no sense. instead i'll do this *kisses*

[broken-rook.livejournal.com]

Eee! Luffly!

Peter is spied and the hug enfolds him, amoeba-like, because everyone knows whose baby this really is.

That just made me giggle. I imagined this amoeba-y blob with the heads of all the actors glomping PJ. Hee!

"Oh, Dom. My Dom."

The last two words, though uttered in a whisper, hit me like a crossbow bolt in the middle of the chest. "No," I gasp. "Not yours. Not in public. You know that."

"I know." His voice is serious. "But once we're home, then you can be my Dom, can't you?"

Guuuuh. Just GUH.

[barefootatkheb.livejournal.com]

loves so much :))

the ending was very sweet and perfect :)

[stumphed.livejournal.com]

Being in love with someone I can't kiss until we're alone. Can't touch until nobody's watching. Can hardly talk to in case the world should guess. Because if the world did guess, I'd never be able to be with him at all. The red carpet would be everywhere. Red means stop. Stop loving him. Stop living.

Your parallels are beautiful. In the last 3 stories of yours I've read you've just... well metaphors are fun for you aren't they?

They've all worked out wonderfully.

And I want to archive this too! *puppy dog eyes*

[acroamatica.livejournal.com]

Metaphors are incredible amounts of fun, yeah. :D In fact that's how many of my stories tend to get started - I'll find an image that I like and play with it for awhile. Go ahead and archive - haven't you got everything else I've done by now? :D

Pip

[jenish.livejournal.com]

::mewls softly::