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clevermanka) wrote2013-05-01 10:12 am
clevermanka) wrote2013-05-01 10:12 am
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Take up the cause of love for the sake of argument
Sooo, I had another sexy dream that totally did not involve Tom Hiddleston. Well, it did, but just barely, in that he was there with a group of people, and disappeared after about five seconds.
A friend and I were on vacation and we walked into this posh bar that had little cubbies for people to hang out in so there was a bit of privacy. In one of the cubbies was a group of people that included Tom Hiddleston (Tom I am so sorry, Tom why are you avoiding me, Tom what is the deal), Chris Pine, someone I don't remember, and...Benedict Cumberbatch.
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aprilstarchild. Sorry pennswoods.
My friend and I walk past the cubby (because we are not RUDE), but I make eye contact with Benedict and it is just fucking electric. After we've been sitting at our table by a window for a while, my friend gives me A LOOK and gets up for more napkins. I'm a little confused until Benedict slides around me and sits in my friend's chair. He puts his foot up on the window sill so his foot is about even with the table and really close to my hand. Also, you know, his legs are totally spread open and man it's getting really warm in this bar. We have some super-charged banter back and forth and I move my hand over his ankle. He raises an eyebrow and I have a moment of "wow how did I read this so wrong" but before I can pull my hand away, he shifts his foot so my hand is caught between his ankle and the window. Then he gives me THIS LOOK and I know some of you have seen the photos of him giving THIS LOOK where he ducks his head and runs his hand down the back of his hair and sort of looks up from under his brows...yeah, that one. So at this point I'm about to burst into flames, and my friend returns with (seriously) napkins. She grins and says to Benedict, "You want a napkin? It's your last chance." He doesn't break eye contact with me and responds "Oh, no, I think I still have a chance." Because this is a dream and therefore I am still in control of my faculties, I smile back "Yes, definitely."
LOOK AT THAT COY-ASS SHIT, MOTHERFUCKERS. I am a god damn flirting rock star in my dreams, yo. UNH! Yeah! Get it!
Of course I woke up before the actual sexxy tiemz started. But it was still really really hot.
So...happy May Day.
A friend and I were on vacation and we walked into this posh bar that had little cubbies for people to hang out in so there was a bit of privacy. In one of the cubbies was a group of people that included Tom Hiddleston (Tom I am so sorry, Tom why are you avoiding me, Tom what is the deal), Chris Pine, someone I don't remember, and...Benedict Cumberbatch.
Sorry
aprilstarchild. Sorry pennswoods.My friend and I walk past the cubby (because we are not RUDE), but I make eye contact with Benedict and it is just fucking electric. After we've been sitting at our table by a window for a while, my friend gives me A LOOK and gets up for more napkins. I'm a little confused until Benedict slides around me and sits in my friend's chair. He puts his foot up on the window sill so his foot is about even with the table and really close to my hand. Also, you know, his legs are totally spread open and man it's getting really warm in this bar. We have some super-charged banter back and forth and I move my hand over his ankle. He raises an eyebrow and I have a moment of "wow how did I read this so wrong" but before I can pull my hand away, he shifts his foot so my hand is caught between his ankle and the window. Then he gives me THIS LOOK and I know some of you have seen the photos of him giving THIS LOOK where he ducks his head and runs his hand down the back of his hair and sort of looks up from under his brows...yeah, that one. So at this point I'm about to burst into flames, and my friend returns with (seriously) napkins. She grins and says to Benedict, "You want a napkin? It's your last chance." He doesn't break eye contact with me and responds "Oh, no, I think I still have a chance." Because this is a dream and therefore I am still in control of my faculties, I smile back "Yes, definitely."
LOOK AT THAT COY-ASS SHIT, MOTHERFUCKERS. I am a god damn flirting rock star in my dreams, yo. UNH! Yeah! Get it!
Of course I woke up before the actual sexxy tiemz started. But it was still really really hot.
So...happy May Day.
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