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[loobee]

I caved to the Dave ;_; This wee beastie will arrive in a few days. You have to admire a machine called 'THE DECIMATOR' If I vanish you know it’s because I’m stuck wondering how to fit the cards in what slots, blown it up, or that i've got a hold of Dragon Age 2 to play on it  XD Sat now trying to save everything to my external drive, because if I lose my art and fanfic folders I will cry tears of blood. The Dave is envious as I'll have 6 cores over his 2 *bwahahahaha*

I better remember to save my R!BB art 0_0

Oh, I posted some art to cherrybina's Inception kink fest (so waiting for a free day to read EVERYTHING, because my god it's full of awesome.) I couldn’t resist drawing seraphinhunter's military/uniform kink prompt though. Only posted it yesterday, but thought i'd post it here too before I have to change computers and vanish.

I think my style is changing a lot lately, or maybe I need new specs? I'm slowly crawling closer to drawing full on porn, almost, YES I DO KNOW THEY NEED TO BE MORE NEKID FOR THAT *laughs*. Though, I really wish I was faster at drawing, I guess I’m not because I always do a lot of detail in my art, but I'd SO love to draw a comic sometime  ♥

Comments

[ilovetakahana.livejournal.com]

SOOOOOO SMEXY. And, okay, commentfic, since I promised:

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Eames ducks under the tent flaps and the first thing he hears is quite possibly the most undignified little yelp in the history of undignified sounds. It is certainly a sound he has never heard ARTHUR make, not for all the nights they've spent together, not for all the noises he's already coaxed out of him.

When his eyes adjust to the gloom Arthur is still frozen in the back, near his cot, still in the process of peeling off a sweat-soaked olive-drab shirt. Underneath, tantalizing glimpses of bare skin, the trail of hair that curls down past the waistband of his camo trousers, the sharp white of his vest.

Arthur's hair has finally given up the ghost in the face of all this humidity, and it falls down around his face in unruly waves.

Eames laughs and walks over to him and peels him out of the shirt - and when Arthur huffs and crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, Eames grins even more, at the blush spreading over his cheeks.

"What?!" Arthur says, but it's a quiet "what", and breathy, and the pulse at his neck suddenly jumps.

Eames lays a hand over that rabbiting motion and pulls Arthur in even closer, feels his token resistance and his real assent. He reels him in for a kiss.

When they break up, he looks down and Arthur's hand is closed in a fist, the knuckles showing white through the skin. That fist is closed around the chain of Eames's dog tags, the same old ones he's been wearing from his SAS days.

So Eames grins and bends, ghosts a breath over Arthur's clothed chest, picks up the oval dog tag in his mouth and smiles around it.

Arthur laughs back, and kisses him.

[loobeeinthesky.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEE!!! OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETHEART ♥♥♥ I really loved it, you captured the moment so well. Eames watching Arthur and going in for the kill, I mean sexy times is lovely.

THANK YOU ♥