doing it and doing it and ....

Oh for the love of all that is unholy.

I have nearly 3000 words of what is, if I may say so myself, rather kicktastic Yuletide fic, and I AM STALLING OUT ON THE SEX SCENE! WTF, Lorraine? Where have all the blowjobs gone?

Send me your sexy mojo, people!

Could it be possible that Hagrid might be what our Potions Master had been looking for all his life?

Life does not get any better than this.

ETA: Now they're bonding over gangbanging. As a giant and greasy git are wont to do. *pours another glass of wine*

ETA2: "He was fine porcelain while I was rough pottery."

ETA3: "'Even when you came to visit after mixing up some smelly potion, there was still a touch of musk that was just you.'"