The word count is *what*?!

[out_there]

I should be doing the assignment, but instead I'm pasting all the bits of the Homophobic wip into one word file. Just checked the wordcount.

It's 39,592.

*faints*

That's the longest fic I've ever written. (Okay, I think I've written two anime fics around 35,000, but they were long, wordy, and y'know, written when I was 17. This has to be the longest fic I've written in the five years since then.) And it's not finished.

I have ideas, and snippets of scenes, and I can't decide where I want it to go, but I want it to end happily. And I feel like I still have about a third of it to go. *looks worried*

All I can say is: shellah, I'd better see that SV wip finished.

Comments

[celli]

*boggle*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

The majority of my SN fics are about 2000 words, and the longer ones are 7000-10000. It's a frighteningly long fic.

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

Size Doesn't Matter.

I just wanted to say that. But I'm hungover, so can't be held accountable.

It's a good fic, though, and that's the important thing. And it doesn't seem that long, but maybe that's because you've been posting it in nice, bite-size, bedtime-story chunks.

[You asked - ages back - whether it was obvious where Dan's hickey came from, and for some reason I don't think I ever got around to answering. It was obvious to me, but that's 'cos I knew (roughly) where the story was going. It wouldn't be obvious to Casey and the people at work, they'd assume that Dan went out with an old friend and they picked up a couple of groupies along the way. Which is what they did assume.]

Isn't 'hickey' a nice word? I wish we'd had that word back when I used to get them.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

And it doesn't seem that long, but maybe that's because you've been posting it in nice, bite-size, bedtime-story chunks.

Yes, as one long fic - It may be overwhelmingly banal. But, in little itty-bitty pieces? It works.

[Re: hickey...]

Have come to terms with the fact that I can't surprise the audience so don't bother trying. Just write whatever I want.

Isn't 'hickey' a nice word?

I've never had one, but I like the word. I don't mind "love-bite" either, but that doesn't seem very american...

And, since you're hungover and suffering, how about a little kissing to make you feel better? (I've stuffed around and avoided the assignment by writing more of the wip...)

~~~

"I am a good kisser," Danny said, standing up and swaying a bit. Danny stretched over and supported himself with a hand on the back of the couch. Casey realised Danny was a bit drunker than he was. Then he wondered if 'drunker' was a word.

"Is 'drunker' a word?" Casey asked, as Danny leaned over him, raising one knee onto the cushion. Danny was staring at him intently, a mix of challenge and offended pride. "Danny, what are you-"

Casey was interrupted by Danny's mouth settling on his. It was warm and wet, but there were teeth clacking, and noses squished against each other. Casey's neck was stuck at a weird angle, and twisting his head just made it worse. All in all, it was a pretty bad kiss.

He settled a hand on each of Dan's shoulders, and pushed him back. "That was a bad kiss."

Danny scowled at him. "That's because you're not co-operating."

Casey snorted. "No, it's because you're a bad kisser."

Danny tipped his head back, staring at the ceiling in frustration. Casey's eyes were drawn to the length of his neck, to the long stretch of throat and the Adams apple that bobbed when Danny swallowed. He was still staring when Dan dropped his head back down and spoke. "You need to test that theory again."

Casey blinked and drew his attention away from Dan's neck. "Why?"

"Give me one chance to redeem myself," Danny said. "And don't make it awkward."

Casey glared. "I'm not the one who can't kiss."

"Just let me lead, okay?"

"This isn't dancing, Danny. It's kissing. You seem to be confusing the two." Casey blinked. "Maybe that's what you're doing wrong…?"

Danny sighed, and straddled Casey. "Just… shhh," Dan said, pressing his thumb against Casey's lips. "One kiss and then you eat your words."

Casey rolled his eyes and then nodded. "Do your worst." Dan snorted.

Dan slid his hand around to Casey's cheek, an oddly familiar gesture, and then leaned forward. Casey waited for another bad kiss, but instead, Dan just brushed his lips against Casey's. Dan stayed still for a moment, just breathing against Casey's mouth, and Casey closed his eyes without meaning to. Dan pressed another soft kiss against his lips, moving so slowly that Casey found it hard to let Danny lead this.

Taking a deep breath, Casey held himself still as Danny kissed him again. Danny's breath grazed his skin, almost as damp and soft as his kisses. Casey followed the pressure of Danny's hand, let his head be tilted at a slight angle and almost groaned in frustrating when the kisses remained shallow and controlled. He rested his hands on Danny's thighs, because he needed to touch, even if he wasn't supposed to. Danny didn't chide him, didn't stop, just kept almost-kissing him, so Casey figured that was okay.

When Danny's tongue finally came out to play, Casey's lips were already parted in invitation. Danny licked his way inside, keeping it slow and shallow, and Casey was sucking on Danny's tongue, trying to urge the kisses deeper. His fingers clenched, clawing into the tense muscle of Danny's thighs.

Casey could hear the needy little whimpers he was making, but really couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Danny's mouth was warm and lush, not when Danny was driving him insane with these slow, thorough kisses. It was as if Danny was trying to explore every inch of Casey's mouth; as if he was taking his time, searching and claiming, making sure there wasn't any place Casey could hide.

It was intoxicating and overwhelming, and then suddenly, it was over.

[phoebesmum.livejournal.com]

Oooh, is this a bit more of the Magnum Opus? Are we moving toward a happy ending? Excellent! (Not the ending bit, so much, but the happy.)

That was very nice indeed, thank you. In every way. I still have a hangover and I'm going back to bed, but I'm taking this with me. The cats will just have to move over.

Nothing like a little gentle osculation when one's feeling poorly. And there's a word nobody ever uses and should. 'Osculation'.

I'm going to be making lists in my head now of 'words I know but will never, ever use'. Like 'uxorious'. And 'otiose' ...

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Oooh, is this a bit more of the Magnum Opus? Are we moving toward a happy ending? Excellent! (Not the ending bit, so much, but the happy.)

Well, we're edging towards it. Because Casey's in my head and pointing out that really, all he wants is Danny, and all the other details really don't matter. (He's pretty damn optimistic, or just distracted by the kissing.)

As opposed to Danny, who's tapping on my metaphorical shoulder and saying this is *bad*. This is a really bad idea. There are good reasons why him and Casey shouldn't be sleeping together - it's far too complicated, their careers, Charlie, Lisa, Dana... (And what he isn't saying is that Casey damn well *knows* him to well. It's going to end in tears.)

That was very nice indeed, thank you. In every way. I still have a hangover and I'm going back to bed, but I'm taking this with me. The cats will just have to move over.

*g* Warm bed and cute guys kissing. Sounds like the perfect hangover treatment.

Nothing like a little gentle osculation when one's feeling poorly. And there's a word nobody ever uses and should. 'Osculation'.

I don't even know what that means... I'll have to go check now. *g*