Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Is It Safe To Use A Tresdmill In The House

A GIFT FOR VALENTINE

Title: A Valentine's gift
Author: MusabiTheSeer
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Paul / Jacob
Raiting: k (I think , I'm not understanding poker with sti na k me pg and pwp !???!!)
Disclaimer: The characters of Twilight are not my own. They are all of Meyers and I do not gain anything but some nice little comment and a lot of personal satisfaction in writing. Good reading. Sure !!!!!! if she should bother to Paul and Jacob and the wolf pack, I have already prepared cards for adoption! ehehehhe
Summary: Jacob, Paul and a sea of chocolate.
A / N: I had started with the post to live journal in both Italian and English in the same post. Unfortunately, a bill for me is to speak, it is one thing to translate it. Na mange ... ..


A VALENTINE'S GIFT.


They did not know, honestly, as they had come to that!
He only knew .... Jacob Black only knew that her sister Rachel Black was stubborn and determined, like all Black!

sighed, running a hand smeared with sweet appiccicume fra i capelli, lui stava diventando ridondante persino nei pensieri, sua sorella l'aveva sfinito. Lui aveva pensato, creduto, sperato, di potersi chiudere in casa, nella propria stanza e rimanere sotto le coperte tutto il giorno, ed invece no!

Sam ed il pack lo erano andati a prendere presto, per la ronda mattutina dicendo che sicuramente ci sarebbe stato da controllare il falò sulla spiaggia quella notte per colpa di tutte le coppiette che si sarebbero imboscate senza pensare al "vampiro in agguato".

Poco probabile che i Cullen si sarebbero spinti sin la, nonostante il trattato, ma era l'unico posto dove un vampiro seen an influx of young people in health and drunk was guaranteed, it would have arrived in the evening.

They had patrolled the frontier until the sun was high above their heads, sometimes distracting feeling common thoughts on Valentine's Day.

Nobody, except Sam and Emily had had someone to celebrate the evening but the fire definitely should have done from pole to Quil and Embry Paul not forget to check with the excuse to steal beers, drink, "to put them in a safe place!"

'You do not hear me Jacob!' cried lightning attracting his attention and jar the ears - so much so that Sam believed that even now he had felt at home! -, making him fall from his hand the dish that snapped with a sound high, smashing at his feet, leaving a sea dark chocolate flood the floor.

The ensuing scream rang out across the reservation, so that his father recently returned with the excuse of a providential call from Chief Swan, had vanished getting it to take for a ride city!

Quil and Embry still burst out laughing with their bowls in hand, making a jump last time. He loved his sister, but as soon as they returned from patrol, even the time of a salute to Sam, who had picked up to make chocolates for Valentine's Day.

Then, he thought, annoyed, went back for a bit of relaxation, a few miserable days, and was going to mess up the kitchen, which surely would have left clean. I mean, you would have them cooked for them, then the least was her assistant and hope that some pot would not end their pumpkins !!!!! He sighed, remembering that their pack to protect the people of the reserve, not the spell living in awful torments!

Manco Quil and Embry to say almost slipped to prevent the cloth!

He thought that there would be no limit to the worse, except that when Paul was sent on a mission to buy the decorations, the term used by his sister "kawaii" that had made him moan and the bleaching of the future shape by fennel, was fast in the kitchen and came back only to collide with his future ex-best friend once the volatile Queluite he's got his hands on him and fall miserably, taking everything with it.

Now ..... if the scream that his sister Rachel had been terrifying, that of Paul in the fall was to freeze the blood in his veins.
Quil and Embry, last minute, sliding on his knees had managed to smash the door furniture pans, finishing as their top two stamps pressed together too ........ the poor

Paul went to worse.

Gliding up the two younger friends, Paul, with a paper bag in hand, had dragged the terrine with white chocolate and chopped hazelnuts and toasted to arms.

chocolate under the foot had slipped on the floor with a crisp sound of the back and jump the bowls and the open package in the air.

In a few moments he found himself to be the main course of a filling of dark chocolate for white chocolate on the back and around the front down to below the knees with a sea of crunching nuts on one side of the face, neck down since the left arm.

Rachel had run away, two words quickly, returned to town to buy back all furious than ever. It would not be back soon, almost all the shops were closed and full of people shopping for the latest Valentine's Day.

'Jackie, we ran away' roared away dragging Quil Embry that he had resisted doing some photos with Rachel's cell phone, left on the sink in the middle of the ingredients.

'Hey!' yelled being careful as it moved closer to that Paul brings back lying on the ground with his face full of pain.

'Fuck .....' Paul gasped feeling his back to pieces, taking care to remove a piece of bowl that had sputtered under her, staying on the ground.

'Paul okkey tell me everything!?' worried asked, kneeling beside him, hearing him mutter and passing a hand over his face spreading even more clear that a handful of peanuts they had gone on his lips and chest.

'And I thought I made the figure of the idiot at the store when Sophia told me that I was nice to make my girlfriend a cake with my hands!' said, leaning his right elbow sliding irretrievably to the ground because of the stage smoothly beneath him.

Jacob let out a laugh when the wave of chocolate came up from behind the back of the wolf bigger now falling on the soup of the suit pants and tangled with him, which left him open up a whole leg at his side.

'But you do not have a girl!' he said trying to hide his face to grimace in pain amused the other.

'Ah-ha .......' joked very acid from the stomach by passing a finger up to the plate next to a brown nipple, to raise his thumb and two fingers to the sweet liquid on himself.

'I have a slight taste of the most powerful female whining'. said softly, giving a long lick your fingers, raising his eyebrows at the pleasant taste of sweet that he himself had become.

'Mighty eh ?.....' she whispered with a smile of scorn and gaze not very reassuring. Paul had just taken with the whole hand cupped a lot of chocolate and was about to eat when Jacob grabbed his wrist again by reversing the cream on her face.

'Hey ....?.' Paul asked, puzzled, feeling on his arm, running his fingers of the other, right above the shoulder to the neck.

'Hey .....' answered softly down to lick his chin and cheek lascivious back, sucking the angular cheekbones.

'Rachel and dad ....' began the largest wolf without split second, helping him to sit on him, enjoying the pleasant sound allow it to produce the chocolate and mixing slipping on their skin.

'Hmmm .... There is no time. Today is Valentine's Day ....' said, clicking his tongue feeling the floor in a tight arms on her hips. The
squash their beef wrapped in chocolate, he was just excite him further.

As if its members half-naked boy in shorts and covered with chocolate from head to foot, was an intriguing preliminary infuocante directions.

Each muscle that body strong and tense beneath him, already dark and inviting, it seemed to issue sweetness. Rise licking chocolate, thinking about that silly thought, that would irritate Paul, of course.

fact, not even two seconds later, he heard a slight crackling growl in his chest and pulled down the other and be trapped on the floor.
The force was contained, the movement is too slow to prevent and lascivious moan and arch your back strong and unite their docks for a while.

'What's so funny?' had asked for further left dirty when he pulled the chocolate look at him, grabbing his jaw with the dirty hand.

'my mark covered in chocolate.' answered with a sneering smile that left his face that he had to bite, as complaints on the neck.

'is not funny!' Paul whispered, greedily sucking finishing that portion of succulent dark skin.

'oh yes it is!' gasped for attention. A light laugh escaped him at the frown of his companion pack. He saw Paul lift the chest and pelvis from above him for observation. Squeeze your abdominal muscles at ease, no longer able to share the same heat.

'I am a serious person. A serious man! ' contracts growled showing his teeth and snarling sounded guttural, vibrating inside his throat.

'I have my doubts volatile hot-head of the pack!' responded in kind, making out a short laugh to look shocked and then more and more pissed off the other.

'Bet Now' Paul said firmly pushing on him languidly by arching your back to Jacob from brief contact. A moment later he lifted the lightning back, even dividing their bodies.

'What?' asked rolling his eyes up in exasperation, trying to get rid of the iron grip of the hands of the other without success. Despite the chocolate to create a pleasantly slippery arthritis, Paul knew when he wanted to be heard.

'You'll be quiet, without that I am uncomfortable to do anything! I will not lose your head, I do not incazzerò, do not you will kick your fucking ass at that. Nothing at all! ' he said so seriously and decided that Jacob rose slightly with the help of bust with one arm, just to get a better look at his eyes.

Paul could shoot crap from now until eternity, but if he promised something, anything, could try the 'consent, the seriousness, in those dark eyes as their mother land, reflections green as the leaves in summer.

'Are you serious'. Jacob whispered, biting his lower lip nervously.

'Are you ready?' asked Paul past your temple and cheekbone going down until it touched her lips lightly, point blank.

The fingers of his right hand slipped on the neck of Paul, by dripping chocolate chips and nuts until his collarbone. Surround them with the palm of the hand and arm came down still feeling a slight sigh of pleasure escape from his mouth and reach the ears of both.

Reading, sharp nails of the index and middle fingers, tickling the inside of the forearm, grabbing the wrist and Paul moved up to his mouth. The imprinted
a slight bite on the palm, between thumb and finger sucking up. With the warm wind blew a little and then kissed the sensitive skin above the waist line, where they both knew they were crossed by an identical line of love on their hands.

Instinctively Jacob bit his lip and pushed her head back, leaving his arms free to roam in search of a foothold. Panted heavily .... Paul had not done anything yet that he loved him and liked to be admitted to her that pulled the indecently short.

Jacob sighed serious squinting unknowingly taking every nuance of touch, even that sharp, no, spherical fresh, cold and stiff ..... cold and stiff?? Spherical? He opened his eyes and shot back up plan, being almost in contact with the front of the other that had never looked down on him.

He tried to say something, seriously, he realized that doing nothing of what Paul usually did, he managed to hush. After all he had promised him, because he was so surprised, she wondered, as he felt the object, which had seen just closed on his hand from the hand of the other.

'I did not give it to you this way, but tonight with all these people round the campfire and not ....' the other whispered so low that Jacob made a bet that nobody could to decipher even if they had discovered that thought while they were in phase.

'I am a simple man to understand, manage, let alone to love .... were it not for the imprint you ..... I did not even say what I wanted .... I wanted to let you know .....' and continued to whisper for the first time Jacob saw the look of Paul in his wavering, as if he wanted his reassurance, but could not. He felt his eyes red from the effort not to burst into tears, like a moron.

able to utter a stifled sob, and hold you tight, as she could, feeling Paul sigh of relief, returning the embrace. The head to touch the other's manic, feeling a hand on her back trying to calm him down. Another sob escaped him with a smile. Paul calmed him .... How things change .....

'Jacob .... hey?' asked softly stroking the head and the younger wolf followed the languid warmth of his companion's hand, rubbing the nose and cheek on it, and nodded again, biting his lip. Paul tasted those lips, grabbing the soft tongue, once shared his mouth with a sigh and ride that rhythm.

'I've threatened when I mentioned the exchange of gifts ...' sighed the breath of his mouth, his breath sweet Paul. A shadow darkened the eyes of the wolf bigger, grabbed both sides of the face.

'Panic'. he said sincerely. It was not like Paul and Jacob knew it was a brief daily, but would have surfaced from time to time in their moments of intimacy.

'By God, you have only sixteen, I wanted to buy a bar of chocolate and fuck all night after the fire ....' laughed aloud at the shocked face of the other.

'Luckily I was only sixteen! Then you have the seventeen, Mister! ' Jacob said, pulling him a lock of hair, walked up to her mouth, giving a lapped on the lips of the other.
'.... .... hm I think at this age to run after girls, fun to fuck as clenex and change them one after the other ....' Paul said, still feeling the punch of the other painful squeeze on its side.

'.... what? who do you talk? ' growled feeling teary eyes and hands sting frenzy. He had just finished to reveal that was in a panic to reveal his darkest feelings for him and then said some bullshit.

He stood up and pulled off a kick that made him scream. We pushed each other without sin give up when Jacob did not give in and let out a muffled sob.

'Then I'd head warm not ever listen? Let me finish !.... I say instead, I have already decided to spend all of my own mortality with you stupid idiot of a Black! ' Paul growled pulling no more patience, a strong slap on the head and scattering out of control the breath from your lungs, leaving you breathless.

'Clear now!? 'Growled and ran dragging that Jacob had embraced the enthusiasm of hiding his head in the crook of her neck inviting.

'You're a dick, but I love you and you are only mine!' hiding said the track still wet on his face in his neck of the other. Paul pulled the sides of his face with a smile and silently agreed. It belonged, all the rest, all that became out of them could not touch them.


'All this ... chocolate ....' incredulous whisper that made them turn to shoot, Jacob ran a frightened scream that deafened Paul.

His father, Billy, was standing at the kitchen table, two fish kept for hooks covered with a plastic bag and fishing rod in the other. The open mouth for a "O" perfect and his eyes probing the filthy kitchen floor and two wolves inside rotolatici.

Chief Swan standing behind him kindly to propel the wheelchair in a similar situation, with a raised eyebrow in a nervous tic.

'Rachel has forced the pack to make chocolate for Valentine's Day, but has fallen and will be back soon with new stocks!' Jacob said, quickly taking in foot against his father before anything came out of his mouth.

Paul could see his eyes shine Billy thought of a dark, almost ominous and strange calm but severely put them aware of his thinking. 'I'll pretend not to have been here'. sighed, turning his own chair, putting the fish on his legs.

'you like the grilled fish!?' asked Billy heard Charlie laughing taste and say that he preferred the fish in the pan and the plasma TV which broadcast the game.

'Something tells me we'd better run!' Paul chuckled smart about himself and then pulling away to the porch left open.

'Rachel if asked for it!' laughed, shaking hands and making the other pull the wood. The sister had a lot to clean ih ih ih. Jacob
feel overwhelmed with his back to the rough bark of a tree. Instinctively raised his arms and clasped around the neck of the submissive partner by opening her mouth to receive a hungry kiss that stole his breath when he heard the other on his body strong.

'Happy Valentine's Day ...' Paul gasped brushing his lips over hers. Jacob smiled touching her cheek with her fingers and put it under my nose the gift received. The ring was similar to a faith, but thinner in thickness, had two lines that are crossed only once, he had worn the ring. The same was showing them. Two separate lives coming together forever.
Jacob smiled even more when he heard a slight bite on the finger. 'I received a beautiful gift. Bello ..... you really do not want to receive yours? ' he asked pushing the pelvis tended to her lover, greedy sucking the contours of the jaw.

Paul grinned slightly, pushing more thrust on the cortex, raising their arms above their heads, stealing the breath with a kiss again, feeling pleasantly cold side dish of his gift, fearless and excited to receive their just .

end


notes: ^////^ guys came to me diabetes!! Ihihiih I hope you enjoy it. I
many commentiiiiiii!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Jack Daniels Belt Buckle

POETRY WOLF 2/


POETRY WOLF 2 /


profane kisses
what is your
a rosebud mouth. He was allowed

my tongue succumb
your tastes;
My mouth shall worship,
about your dark skin, almost like a petal and

slips, smooth
inexorable.
E 'as soft as velvet
heated by the blood in your veins.

Sigh your constant thought
there is nothing else you .... Jacob.


The letter came to hand torn carelessly from his throat and went back and scratched out a hollow sound. Which gave a growl to understand a little fun.

Jacob had faced his two best friends, Jared and Embry, who had started laughing like crazy. In fact, we had thought. Neither would have the patience to pull his joke so elaborate.

From that day his life was a living hell. Jared and Embry, Quil even sometimes, no end to ever appear before some fake word phrasing poetry just to mess with it.

The situation was worsened when Leah had sided with him impressed that someone would write such words of love overflowing. Yes, he used that time period, "overflowing with love", nor even to say Sam was folded in half with laughter.

Seth had been running the latest juicy gossip to Forks, not that he could run and then who knows from the reserve!? Saying that he had a hit had nothing to say. Damn the web blog!

The first phone call home It had been to Bella, then he heard a huge roar, a few ping, another broken furniture and the voice of Rosalie Cullen Emmeth and trying to find some reliable information.

The snarl which he had issued was echoed throughout the reserve. True it was that had a truce, but took advantage bother to take the piss out openly !!!?? He did give a messaggino that leech of a doctor who stood by those murderers, father of Bella ...... grinned at the memory of the story of Bella to blame the doctor.

High laughter tore him to his thoughts and decided to make them stop. The patrol had been over a bit and were walking toward the house of Emily to eat something. Seth and Leah were not with them. Reports were not decisively improved with his cousin Sam, and for now preferred not to insist, even at the behest of Emily.

jumps on the two and tried to snatch the letter from the hands of Embry without success. Only managed to drop it and nearly fell in the mud near where a hand had not grasped.

Jacob followed the curve made by the arm to move the paper to the face of the wolf that had collected. Embry and Jared chose to get up and keep walking while Jacob went big brother to pack a few months.

'Paul ridammela!' said interposing between him and the street, noting that his eye was well focused on the letter.

'Very nice ...... Anyone'm in love with you'. said seriously, passing the sheet folded in two to pass him up and keep walking.

'er .... I ...' began, not knowing what to say. It was not every day that Paul was speaking calmly, gently, of things "sentimental", defined as the love from him, even with him.

'Of course he could choose better, but you know love is blind!' he added a moment later, laughing and dragging the coarse laughter of others.

Gentile !???? Jacob growled stepping up the pace. It was time to do a bit of movement ... and Paul was tough enough to make him tired!


End Part


So! So what do you say?? I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. I know this is short but is the beginning. As history will claw get longer to get going, do not worry! eheheheh

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Monday, March 22, 2010

How Many Lip Piercings Dose Andy Sixx Have

Fic: Poetry Wolf 1/


Title: Poetry Wolf
Author: MusabiTheSeer
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Paul / Jacob
Raiting:
Disclaimer: The characters of Twilight are not my own. They are all of Meyers and I do not gain anything but some nice little comment and a lot of personal satisfaction in writing. Good reading. Sure !!!!!! if you were to bother to Paul and Jacob and the wolf pack, I have the papers ready for adoption! ehehehhe

Summary: Jacob receives a mysterious letter. The first of many!

A / N: Have patience voorei you to understand that I MUST post in Italian. Speaking English is very different from translating it and really do not want to hear the comments in question, but it is a female / female story about two boys! So get in the hands of the translation program like I do when I want to read fiction in English! so sorry! a kiss!

POETRY WOLF


The diventan
vague words if you start to write.
I tried, I tried
and I realize: I have failed;
when looking up at you
nothing escapes from my mouth and all thought
bright
me in the throat and severed
afraid to leave my lips .

Love electrocution,
me they had decanted,
until now there had never believed.

Right now .... right now ... with you Jacob.


Jacob had stopped in the middle of the road from his house to the shed where they were waiting for spare some bikes.

His father had left early with Charlie Swan for a day to fish. Bella had gone a few days earlier but was sure she was not.
That morning he had not seen, nor been heard on the phone. That bastard of a leech had taken her to the mall in Port Angeles.

He turned and looked full at that piece of paper, better identified as a poetic letter, which was seen at the door of his house that morning.

not recognize the writing and the paper was creased slightly to the moisture of the morning. The letter was present outside the address and nothing else. No heart, flower, sender!

The letter, no, the poem was beautiful. He had read all in one go and as soon as he read his name, he realized that someone had fallen in love with him at first sight. He stopped, blushing like a schoolgirl feeling a blazing heat all over her face and neck ....... and had normal body 42 degrees!

He passed a hand over his face to give himself a slight personal demeanor, shaking his head. Damn, he was a boy of almost six feet, muscular and not at all bad and ....

sighed hit by a shock! Those stupid Embry and Jared's were pulling a joke of biblical proportions! Went on his way up to the cabin by folding the paper so the ink does not wet.

He put some gear in the second drawer of the cabinet work and distracted put the letter in the above half-open. Tomorrow would be in the hair done against those two jerks.

opened the seat of a motocross bike, the one that Bella slipped and hit the tree .... it was also made quite ill. She and that filthy leech!

He turned his head toward the counter, his gaze struck the first drawer and sighed, thinking of his broken heart.
thought that Bella was his impression but right now, all the time spent together, nothing had happened.

The belief that she was his soul mate was now a certainty. But many questions remained unanswered. Questions that his heart of a wolf howling at the moon.

"Where are you? You'll never find? Will you find me? "

End Part

X__ =

White Infection On Clitoris

My first post, My first Blog! Wow

 

English version:
MY FIRST POST, MY FIRST BLOG! WOW

EH EH EH! I READ, WRITE AND DREAM VERY MUCH FICTION!

I'm not good at presenting myself.
I can say I'm lazy, listless and his eyes bulged
when what I read is unthinkable!
I try not to be very harsh with the reviews .... e.
it is better to have me as a friend than as an enemy.

I now that for a writer is a counter effect, I use the saying:


A professional writer is an amateur who did not give up. (Richard Bach)

And:

  "Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." (Cyril Connolly)

PS: Just one last thing. I am Italian, and my post will be a double! The same place because there will be versions: Italian / English.

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Italian version:
my first post, my first blog! WOW

EH EH EH! I read, write and dream a lot of fiction!

I'm not good at presenting myself.
I can say I'm lazy, lazy and
rolled his eyes when I read what is unthinkable!
I try not to be very harsh with the reviews .... e.
is better to have me as a friend than an enemy.

I know that for a writer is a contrast effect, I use the saying:


A professional writer is an amateur who does not surrender. (Richard Bach)

E:

"Better to write for themselves and have no public, than write for the public and have no self." (Cyril Connolly)


POSTSCRIPT: Just one last thing. I am Italian, and my post will be a double! In the same post because there will be versions: Italian / English