Eh, well. There's a reason cliches become cliches. I just wrote 'fathomless pools of desire'. Then I stopped and giggled a bit and took it out and replaced it with something marginally more sensible. Have not yet used 'His breath caught in his throat' but it can only be a matter of time.

My hooker-fic managed not to have any sex in it at all, which is quite an achievement I think (Casey got all puritanical about it being Wrong). Luckily, I think the present Bad!Fic has exhausted my potential, at least for a while. I don't think anyone's really gagging for Teenage!Hooker!Danny. As it were.