I love you, hugs & kisses, smoochies galore, licks, nibbles & assorted gropages!! -Aisling said to Drake

Tully/Ysolde: "Brom?" I asked, releasing his head. He reeled backwards for a moment, his eyes huge. "Are you all right?" Brom: "I couldn't breathe," he said, giving my boobs a wary glance.

I'm your Beloved, dammit! You're going to let me save your soul, and like it!

Dammit, Jim. I'm a Guardian, not a doctor.

You taste of the cool water that hides deep in a stream. You taste of the night air, soft and scented and mysterious. The taste of you drives me wild. I want to be with you, be inside you, shout to the world that you are mine at the same time I want to keep you hidden where you will exist only for me. You make me feel invincible, little bird.

Carrie Fay always says that nothing is really horrible unless it eats away your face.

A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau.