Ine, 24, Belgium, highschool teacher (history/English/Dutch & apparently German)
I ♥ books & movies & Ty Grady
Apparently I'm a Little Leprechaun and a CAPS-TWEETING PERV
both of which are actually true
This month’s obsessions:
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
SPN, Arrow, Tomorrow People
In The Flesh, Stendan,
Cut & Run series
based on this post
Fucking hell, those forearms look like they’re made out of steel. And freckles.
I wonder if the freckles make any pictures. Oh…I bet there are a few constellations in those freckles. I wonder if he’s covered in freckles.
Aaaaaand now I’m picturing him with no clothes.
Kelly shifted, trying to keep his attention on his book instead of the incredibly hot red-haired guy on the other side of the waiting room. It didn’t help that his jeans were tightening with each passing moment.
I’ll bet his thighs could crush a man’s head.
How much force do you need to crush a human skull? I bet it’s a lot.
I wonder if he shaves anything down there. Or if he has freckles on his dick. Do dicks get freckles? Dickles?
Kelly snorted and slouched in his chair, trying to mask his amusement with his book while he waited for his name to be called.
I wonder if he has any more tattoos like that gauntlet on his arm. Oh man what if that covers his whole body? Like a giant freaking celtic knot all over his skin. But then it would cover the freckles. That would suck.
Speaking of sucking…
Kelly blinked rapidly as the imagery in his head took a decided x-rated direction. He cleared his throat and tried to inject less pornographic pictures into his head but to no avail. The guy was just too damn hot.
Kelly glanced over his book and saw green eyes narrowed at him. Kelly snapped his focus back to his book, his face heating.
Okay there’s no way he could know what I’m thinking. No way in hell. Not about his freckles or his dick or his head-crushing thighs.
If you’re a mind reader, cough right now.
The redhead coughed, his green-eyed gaze still fixed squarely on Kelly. Kelly frowned and looked away.
Coincidence. Fucking coincidence.
“Nicholas O’Flaherty?” the receptionist called.
The redhead stood, depositing his magazine on the table and strolled across the room. He paused next to Kelly’s chair and leaned over.
“There are no freckles on my dick.”
Kelly swallowed, wishing the floor would open up and inhale him. “Good to know, man.”
Nick smirked and walked away.
Goddamn that ass…
Nick snorted loudly as he disappeared from the waiting room.