Meme stolen from Twig

[redfiona99]

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

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[angstbunny.livejournal.com]

He withdrew from her slowly. It had been good, no need to end it badly. He levered himself up, pushing against the mirror, putting the least pressure on her that he could. He hadn't banged her too hard against the wardrobe, it wasn't cracked and neither was she.

Once she'd got herself together, they'd both had a coke from the hotel mini-bar; he helped her back into her clothes, well, as much as she'd let him. It was a long process, they'd exchanged oral by the time she'd got her bra and panties back on, and had intercourse as she got back into her spaghetti-strapped top. By that time, they were worn-out so she was very responsive, and he used his fingers to give his cock a hand getting her off. Three times in one night wasn't a bad show, and he still ought to be able to do it again tomorrow night. He didn't think that the rat he picked up tomorrow night would be quite as good in bed, or rather not in bed, because that was about the only place they hadn't had sex in this room, as tonight's girl had been. Maybe he'd see her again next time they blew through town, whenever that was. Probably not. Still ... she'd been damn good.

It still left the problem of exactly how he was going to clean the stains from the mirror. He went to sleep figuring he could leave it, it wouldn't be the worst thing he'd ever done to a hotel room, and it wasn't like this was the Ritz or anything.