More correctly, ONE thing I love.

I present to you, via startrek_diary, a wonderful piece of internet filth co-written by kinkme and myself. It is Texas Constitution PORN. Consider yourself warned.


Texas carefully laid Article Five onto the bed, hushing her gently as she whimpered underneath his rippling muscles. Article Five looked up through her long eyelashes and bit down on her lip, wishing she all that knowledge she held in her head translated to something practical for this. All she wanted was to make America - no, not America, don't think about America, what would he be thinking about this? - strong and make Texas happy.

Texas leaned down and whispered gently into the shell of her ear, blowing blonde curls out of the way with his hot breath.

"So," he drawled, and Article Five didn't need to see to know he was smirking. "How much do you know about frontier justice?"

Frontier...justice?" she whimpered, cursing herself her own inexperience and naivety.

Texas grinned down at her and pressed his firm lips to her breast.

"Did I stutter?"

His slow words went straight through her head to her groin and she gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth.

"In frontier justice," he drawled again, "we like to tie up our criminals and hang them for all they're worth."

He kissed his way down her stomach and then paused to look back up at her.

"Now tell me, darling...just how good have you been?"

Article Five shivered under his careful ministrations, his touch gentle for such a rough handed state. Misjudged her mind helpfully supplied. Like his brother, Oklahoma. But Oky was bad. Texas was bad. No matter how much Article Five wanted to help him, to touch his bristled face and kiss the scars smooth, he would still be rugged.

"I - I need to be good," Article Five swallowed, her eyes dilated. She focused on the ceiling, repeated her mantra. "I need to be good. For my constitution."

"Pity."

She dared to look back down, her eyelids flickering as he gently licked her navel. Texas pursed his lips and gently scraped his teeth across her pale, unblemished skin. Article Five groaned and clasped her hands over her mouth. She couldn't believe such a noise came from her.

Texas chuckled lowly. He trailed his fingers up her thighs and kissed gently.

"You have great... legislature... darling."

Article Five heard another lust-filled groan escape from her throat as Texas' calloused hands cupped her hips.

He laid a slightly rougher kiss at the apex of her thigh. His hand stroked up her thigh again, pausing just before reaching the painful throb she had somehow failed to notice before.

"Now what do you think America would say about this, darling?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the skin beside his rough hand.


I don't... I don't even have words.

Also:

♥ ♥ ♥ surprise visits from friends at work ♥ Christmas ♥ singing Christmas carols ♥ my darling cats ♥ debating the advantages of pulling a Caroline McKenna and storming into his office and kissing him for all he's worth ♥ being in charge ♥ singing at the top of my lungs ♥ driving with my windows down ♥ autumn colors ♥ phone calls ♥ the feel of having my violin against my skin again ♥ nanowrimo ♥ writing, words, language ♥ faux-80's pop ♥ dancing in my underwear ♥ remembering the feel of his hand on the small of my back ♥ candy ♥ the sound of the time clock after a productive day at work ♥ the feel of a good pen against smooth paper ♥ surprise letters ♥ couragewolf ♥ pokemon ♥ pillow fights ♥ campus kittens ♥ shakespeare ♥ ♥ ♥