Victoria took the waistband of Ben’s jeans firmly in her left hand as her right took the material around the buttonhole at the top. I read that as "butthole". Excuse me, I have to gorge my eyes out with a spork.
As humiliating as it was going to be dangling here in just his boxer shorts... Augh! Bad mind! (Then again, he started with the dangling...)
Ben could feel the coolness of her hands, *sings again* "I feel your fingers, cold on my shoulder, your chilling touch as it runs down my spine..." No. I'm not going there. Even though the character who sings this ends up murdered later. (Totally did not think that happened in the same scene because the script I found on the net had a few scenes missing, no sir.) ...Especially after seeing a video of the 1997 Broadway version - I. Am. Not. Going. There.
“Can I tickle him inside his pants?” pleaded Alison, her voice brimming with angelic innocence. She's been eager to grope him all the time, and now we're supposed to believe her "angelic innocence" thing? I'm not sure if Neil knows what "angelic" means. Or "innocence".
Benedict: I thrash around like a dying fish! I'm in pain from "over-stimulation"! Wasn't there some legendary badfic where one of the characters "flopped around like a fish that was about to be raped" or something? I thought it was Forbidden Man-Carrot Fruit, but I couldn't find anything resembling that in the story...
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I read that as "butthole". Excuse me, I have to gorge my eyes out with a spork.
As humiliating as it was going to be dangling here in just his boxer shorts...
Augh! Bad mind! (Then again, he started with the dangling...)
Ben could feel the coolness of her hands,
*sings again* "I feel your fingers, cold on my shoulder, your chilling touch as it runs down my spine..." No. I'm not going there. Even though the character who sings this ends up murdered later. (Totally did not think that happened in the same scene because the script I found on the net had a few scenes missing, no sir.) ...Especially after seeing a video of the 1997 Broadway version - I. Am. Not. Going. There.
“Can I tickle him inside his pants?” pleaded Alison, her voice brimming with angelic innocence.
She's been eager to grope him all the time, and now we're supposed to believe her "angelic innocence" thing? I'm not sure if Neil knows what "angelic" means. Or "innocence".
Benedict: I thrash around like a dying fish! I'm in pain from "over-stimulation"!
Wasn't there some legendary badfic where one of the characters "flopped around like a fish that was about to be raped" or something? I thought it was Forbidden
Man-CarrotFruit, but I couldn't find anything resembling that in the story...