This morning I got bulldozed by one heck of a plotbunny. Unfortunately, (only because I’m really trying to work on Flame–you hear that, guys? FLAME) it was a fanfic SMUTbunny.
Seriously. Highly smutty little bunny, there. 
Three thousand, six hundred and ninety words later, it’s three thirty in the morning and all my guys are trying to figure out exactly who came up with that.
When MY muses deny responsibility, you know it’s bad. 
Except–it’s pretty damn good. If it’s half as hot as I think it is…
Tomorrow I shall submit it to the Bly-O-Meter. If she thinks it is hot as I think it is, I’ll change it enough it’s no longer fanfic and…enter it in a smut contest maybe. Or offer it for my friend’s magazine. Nothing like displaying a wide range of talent, right?