So, gabrielstolethetardis asked me a question about something.
About whether I’d rather have a day long “sex-a-thon” where we could do “WHATEVER [I] WANT” with Richard Speight Jr, Mark Sheppard, or spend an hour watching them. After much stalling and what not, I finally conceded that I’d choose the day with Mark.
I don’t care that it’s not “tmi”-Tuesday anymore, but here is how the day would play out.
My parents would be out of town, my brother with his friends somewhere, so I’d be expecting a lazy day. I’d have my longsleeve Who shirt on and probably just an old pair of my volleyball shorts because they’re comfy and short and that’s just how I roll. Then, as I’d be coming down the stairs, I would hear a knock on the door. Four, to be exact, which would get my heart racing for two reasons. One) Holy shit, someone is here. Two) WHAT IF IT’S THE MASTER OH GOD SEXUAL FRUSTRATION. So, timidly, I’d open the door, and freeze in disbelief as I see Mark A. Sheppard leaning against the threshold, clad in Romo Lampkin shades, black jeans, and the WELCOME TO AMERICA shirt. Rendered absolutely incapable of speaking, he would smirk, and then saunter in to my house, shutting the door and sweeping me up into his arms. He’d carry me to the den [of iniquity] and throw me down onto the ottoman that I’d pushed in between the perpendicular couches before he came. He’d lean over me and run a hand through my hair, telling me to wait there, leaving me breathless. (gawd do I like participles and gerunds.) He’d leave the room, and I’d hear the fridge open and shut, and then come back with a tub of icecream, whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.
At the end of the twenty-four hours, he would just be cradling me in his arms, kissing my head and rubbing my hands as I try to bury my face into his chest more.
“I- …I didn’t want it to end.”
“I know, love”
Another sob would escape my lips. His shirt would probably be soaked by now.
“I’m so sorry. It’s just. It’s so sad.”
“I know, I know. But Sam joins him in the West at the end of his life. He heals.”
I tremble again. “But he’s never whole, even with Rosie and little Elanor and his twelve other children in the Shire. And then Pippin lives on years after every one dies because he was the youngest of them all.”
He’d kiss my temple.
“You sure weren’t lying when you said they set you off.”
I laugh shakily. “yeah. Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. It was fun.”
I’d smile and snuggle into his chest again.
Oh. Sorry. What did we do?
We started off with Sherlock, then we moved onto “Fire” of The X-Files, after which we watched The Parting of Ways parts 1 and 2, The Impossible Planet and The Satan Pit, Doomsday and the one that comes before, Utopia, The Sound of Drums, The Last of the Time Lords, The Impossible Astronaut, Day of the Moon, and then the extended editions of all of the The Lord of the Rings.
What? You said WHATEVER I WANT.
and I’m not comfortable with sex. Being . well. me and all. xD