Free Bowie Remixes (and drabbles?)

[triedunture]

If you're a Bowie fan, check this download out.

I've only listened to Five Years so far, but it's pretty bitchin'.

Also, geez guys, I am sorry I haven't...produced anything of value! It's been over a week since any writing has happened (except for stupid fake-celebrity jokes on Twitter, which obviously doesn't count as writing). I need to reboot like mad.

First three comments with a prompt get a 200-ish word drabble? I'll respond with whatever comes to mind. Come on, yo. Hit me!

*dances to future!Bowie*

Comments

[triedunture.livejournal.com]

OUCH. OKAY.

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Bertie Wooster looked up at his valet with glittering, bright, appreciative and somewhat awestruck eyes. Suffice to say, wide.

'Are you being rather more serious than not, Jeeves?' he asked. 'I mean to say, when you indicate that "anything goes", do you really mean anything-anything or just a bit of anything?'

Jeeves, who was for all intents and purposes naked under the mussed and twisty bedclothes in the Wooster bed, gestured magnanimously with one bare arm that was not wrapped round his beloved master. 'I did intend to convey the usual meaning of the word, sir.'

Bertie clamoured onto his valet's lap, where he wriggled like an excited pet ready for a fine afternoon walk. 'So if I wanted to, say, nibble a bit of that delectable and delicious ear of yours, you would not be averse?'

'No, sir, that would be perfectly satisfactory.'

'And if I wished to perhaps tickle your ribs with my eyelashes?' Bertie batted said lashes, which were fairly long and lustrous for a cove.

'I would be quite amenable, sir.'

'And if I desired to go, well, that is to say, a bit lower?' Bertie dropped his gaze to Jeeves' chest and pinked coyly round the cheeks. 'Maybe lick somewhere that's not supposed to be licked? Like you did last night before your fingers--'

Strong, square hands captured Bertie's nervously shifting hips, and a glimmer of an iota of a fleeting moment of a smile crossed Jeeves' lips.

'I believe, sir, I must insist at this juncture that you endeavour to do so posthaste.'

'Right ho, then.' And Bertie dove under the covers like an Olympian eel.

[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

Hee!

"Olympian eel" ROFL.

I like it!