dancing shoes

So last night we went out clubbing/dancing (is there a difference?) with some friends. And while I was "putting my dancing shoes on" as my friend says (aka "drinking") and watching people across the room, I found my eyes drawn to a person leaning against the DJ's station. Jaw-length straight black hair, tight black shirt with short sleeves, cut off at the midriff, fingerless black over-the-elbow gloves, nondescript black pants... It wasn't until the shifting crowd moved enough for me to see the stiletto heels that I realized I'd been ogling this person for several minutes now, totally obviously staring, yet I wasn't entirely sure whether it was a guy or a girl I was lusting over.

I love being bi.

Of course the heels identified the hottie as my good friend's former fuckbuddy = G. = male.

It just reaffirmed that what I really like in objects des drool are androgynous looking boys and strong, not overly feminine looking women. *g*

And I also saw another cute boy who was almost a dead ringer for Frank Iero, although not as skinny. Lots of tattoos, lip ring, black shirt, black chinos just past the knee with a studded belt, mid-calf Docs, and stripy back and white stockings! So adorable.

Also a cute blonde girl in a red satin bustier and short black skirt was grinding against some guy on the dance floor. I watched her for a bit, thinking she looked fairly young and ridiculous as she bent over and was grinding her ass against him in public. The realized a moment or two later that my judgmental thoughts stemmed from the fact that I'd far rather be the dominant one in that situation, hand in the middle of her back, pushing her over and fucking her hard, than just the pretty tease.

*cough*

I need to go out dancing more often. Everyone's so damned tasty. *g*

Fic: What Are Words For? (1/6)

Title: What Are Words For?
Author: salixbabylon
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: "Words" – Missing Persons, part of the ficrocksthe80s fest
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5637
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. I just like to play naughty games with her dollies.

Summary: "Six months after the end of the war Harry decided, admittedly in a fit of pique, that he wasn't going to talk any more."

Author's Notes: Surprisingly mostly canon compliant, even with DH. Only I didn't kill Fred because that's just wrong. Also warning = plot! Not my usual PWP-fare. Tons of thanks to my beloved beta, sarka *smooch*

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