Craigslist Polaris Tunnel

Title: Question mark ;
Author: S. (~ Changingroom chiododaBara)
Readers: orange sticker ~ ATTENTION TO VARIOUS PAIRING!;
Chapters: 1 ;
Characters: Skins ~ Tony, Effy, Maxxie, Michelle, and others;
Pairing: incest ~ Tony / Effy, first, with references to barbarians Tony / Maxxie, Maxxie / dog, Tony / Michelle, Maxxie / Michelle;
Features: one-shot divided into little paragraph completely useless (but put there for Hungry Eyes that patients Dirty Dancing as I know very well) (er, in 2008 there are still fanatical about that movie, right? "XD but me, I mean) ;
Plot: soon after the accident, things had become complicated.


brief introduction to the story without any particular demands.
S. (Read) writes:
I start to write to the laptop.
S. (Read) writes:
More incest; __;
Jinny writes:
dog / Maxie??
S. (Read) writes:
I said "incest", not "bestial" o_O
S. (Read) writes:
But if we want to shove the dog. At best, "XD
Jinny writes: ok I will settle

S. (read) writes:
And you know what I do? I put this conversation between the premise of the story: to learn to do so improbable and / or obscene requests unhealthy .
Jinny writes:
TZ.
S. (Read) writes:
Love you \u0026lt;3

Be ', if someone had asked him: that's the inspiration in S. Chores
totally amazing, right?


I've Been Meaning to Tell You:
I've got this feelin 'that will not subside.
I look at you and I fantasize.

reflected on this thing for a quarter of an hour, like. And now the fact of having had even one quarter of an hour to think about it clearly indicated that something was wrong - it was not, therefore, one of his usual fantasies unfounded. was true.
never happened and Maxxie had believed until then that would never happen in the future, but Tony remained motionless in her bed and no sign of leaving.
was an incredible thing.
At another time he collected his things, not without a certain haste and would run away with - things were going well: they were always gone well. Maxxie, frankly, did not see why should have to change.
- Got a cigarette?
And now spoke to him, even. Concern.
- You know I do not smoke.
- not tobacco, if nothing else.
No, absolutely not: there was something underneath, something serious.

You are mine tonight.

've had for some time, Maxxie went to bed with a woman.
A disgusting thing, if nothing else: it is necessary.
It began as a trifle, it was a kiss on stage to set the tone. Nothing but a game between small children pretending to be something they are not. A need
theater. It was enough for a moment, though, just an indication: they knew immediately what to do both, how to resolve the situation.
Both, in an instant, they felt that the only way to achieve it was to make it credible. And so they were put to imagine kissing Tony. Both. Everything had
a sense, seen from that perspective.
supplementing a deficiency with the presence of the other: the fact that Maxxie was clearly the result went against nature in the background, of course. Michelle
needed someone who would make her feel once again the smell of Tony - and Maxxie was a different matter. He had never invested
particular feelings in her relationship with Tony.

Now I've got you in my sights.

Before the accident, was exceptional.
- You - Tony always said, when the phone after a few hours, commenting laughing at what they were doing in bed (or elsewhere) - I fuck fucking same as that your dog smelly.
Maxxie would laugh, of course, and let him continue.
- Imagine rockin Lessie.
- Taz.
- How do you think: imagine rockin 'Taz.
Here.
Maxxie was some time thinking about how it would have done if someone had asked him to describe Tony.
First of all, he said to himself, he would set a bad company. And the foundations of this conception of Tony were going to plant them precisely in the matter of the dog.
Why, indeed, Maxxie imagined him seriously. A single command of Tony and suddenly everything became possible - and could easily imagine anything. A moment later the
His brain was putting the dog in the ass fucking her father, festive, bark rubbing its tail on the belly discovery. From
vomiting.
contndo Especially the fact that, on the other hand, Tony could not stop laughing.
- Vienigli between hair, blondie wrong.
- Please, Tone, is revolting.
- Please, Max, for you, even women are disgusting!
resting the phone on his shoulder and could see it without Tony, Maxxie he used to caress the head of Taz, promising him with eyes that would never have taken advantage of his loyalty.
or his ass.

Now I've got you in my sights With These hungry
eyes.

And it was what happened.
soon after the accident, things had become complicated.
Tony could not or did not want to take rather.
Let him remember the warmth of his body, the desire they had and all those things that had made sure that their relationship worked up to that time had become an issue too complex and Maxxie was not convinced it was worth it.
After all, it had been nothing more than a game - Maxxie and, maybe, just a mistake.
Then Michelle had arrived with his guilt.
and Maxx had sex like it did with his dog, because those feelings of guilt does not become a po'anche her.
And, after all, fuck a woman was not so bad - particularly through the fact that there were no tails wagging involved.

One look at you and I can not disguise.

Maybe it was his fault.
Perhaps she would never have allowed it to happen. Because if
between the two there was someone who loved Tony, that was no doubt Michelle.
Without a doubt.
And he had ruined everything.
Without Russia, without all that nonsense, their relationship would go ahead peacefully. Michelle would have been happy.
Tony would continue to go to bed with objects, animals, people at will without drag ball, completely excluding it from his sinister tricks of power, without which it seemed he could not live.
Without his appearance within the mechanism for the handling of her, things would remain exactly as they were.
And Tony would have remained what it was - insensitive, evil bitch. The worst
. Or better, rather.

I feel the magic Between You and I.

But, pull the money, not even cared to Maxxie.
Eventually Tony had come back - if nothing else: for him.
And in a way totally unexpected.
Sid and Michelle had chosen that would have surprised anyone. Not Maxxie - he knew that Michelle would have done anything to get back behind Tony.
If he had surrendered, had to be because he had tried everything without success.
And now Tony was in his bed and no sign of leaving.
And all those things in the mind of Maxxie looked out, all that was, it would have been if things had gone differently
- It's the first time that remains - he said, getting up on one elbow.
- Rest?
- I do not know. Ruins?
- No.
If anyone - anyone - had asked to describe a picture of Tony - the one who more than any other frame that Tony might actually is - anyone who would be quick to defer to the mind the moment when Tony goes on.
When it plays slowly, casually, throwing a few glances at the window and go away. Anyone would have said
and confirmed himself that there is nothing more perfect than a farewell.

I want to hold you I know, hear me out.
I want to show you what love's all about.

The door closed and Taz came into the room and found it lying diagonally to collect mental images in an album of the last hours spent with Tony.
He thought of those strange nights spent on the phone, when would be fucked up control of anything.
So he got up and looked in the mirror.
was his fault. Solo--his guilt.
Not a moment passed and he was already going down the stairs, hurriedly, had to reach.
Va'da Michelle, had to say: run to her, she is not from me.
She loves you, not that of Sid toucan, he added.
But when he came down the street, what he saw told him he would be a much more serious error.

I need you to see:
This Love Was Meant to Be .

Tony's mouth to drown in the mouth of Effy Maxxie remained suspended in the head as a question mark at the end of his every thought.