Я Эрик. И я не хочу ничего решать. Я хочу бадлон.
я, походу, в фандоме Скайфолла, если такой есть вообще 
. читаю шикарный фик. просто не могу не кинуть это сюда, потому что такой момент, прямо уруру.
“Do you trial these?” he asked Q, amused at the thought of this Sub firing a gun.
Q snorted. “Hardly, there are plenty of volunteers to test new weapons.”
“I hope you know how to handle a gun,” he replied, running his eyes up and down the slim frame in front of him. “You need to be able to defend yourself in this line of work.”
Q narrowed his eyes. “Is this the part where you offer to teach me and I let you stand behind me, positioning my body as I melt against you?”
The sarcasm was biting and Q held his gaze, a clear challenge. For some reason, the show of spirit amused him rather than angered him but he supressed the desire to smile and held the gaze, making it clear that he would not be challenged. “I wouldn’t object.”
Q blushed under the hot gaze and broke the eye contact. It was the lowering gaze that made him realise how much he wanted the boy in front of him. He was done with teasing, he needed to establish if he had any hope here and if there wasn’t any, he’d walk away.
а вообще-то я пошла спать. но потом на тумблере случайно наткнулась на пост с фиками по 00Q и подумала, что почитаю перед сном. да. почитала, ага.
теперь сижу и взахлеб читаю все части "these days", и судя по всему не остановлюсь, пока не закончу. тут же такие страсти, ужас. все как я люблю 
я определенно в их фандоме
. хотя ведь в фильме не было ничего прямо такого уж, чтобы внезапно так это полюбить. НО БЛЯТЬ.
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. читаю шикарный фик. просто не могу не кинуть это сюда, потому что такой момент, прямо уруру. “Do you trial these?” he asked Q, amused at the thought of this Sub firing a gun.
Q snorted. “Hardly, there are plenty of volunteers to test new weapons.”
“I hope you know how to handle a gun,” he replied, running his eyes up and down the slim frame in front of him. “You need to be able to defend yourself in this line of work.”
Q narrowed his eyes. “Is this the part where you offer to teach me and I let you stand behind me, positioning my body as I melt against you?”
The sarcasm was biting and Q held his gaze, a clear challenge. For some reason, the show of spirit amused him rather than angered him but he supressed the desire to smile and held the gaze, making it clear that he would not be challenged. “I wouldn’t object.”
Q blushed under the hot gaze and broke the eye contact. It was the lowering gaze that made him realise how much he wanted the boy in front of him. He was done with teasing, he needed to establish if he had any hope here and if there wasn’t any, he’d walk away.
а вообще-то я пошла спать. но потом на тумблере случайно наткнулась на пост с фиками по 00Q и подумала, что почитаю перед сном. да. почитала, ага.
теперь сижу и взахлеб читаю все части "these days", и судя по всему не остановлюсь, пока не закончу
. тут же такие страсти, ужас. все как я люблю я определенно в их фандоме
. хотя ведь в фильме не было ничего прямо такого уж, чтобы внезапно так это полюбить. НО БЛЯТЬ.upd.
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