The Howl in the Night-Chapter 3 Version 2.0
A part of jacob missed marcus' hand holding his, his hands holding him. "what's going on here," he said out loud, he's never felt like this before. the excitement of his stare and the sparks from their touch, it's never happened before.
Adze
Zoom in on hand holding product, 60's type mod style lines and lettering: "_adze economic cleanup_. it's just what our country needs!" end film inset, bright white screen, then bill snaps off the projector.
Halloween Special
His right hand holding his tail. since this was a 1-bedroom dorm, and the other 2-bedroom dorms were full, i volunteered to let him squeeze in. so he has the bedroom and i have a futon, which he was sleeping in.
Surviving Solitude Part 13
As my arm lowered, the bull comforted me by holding my hand, holding the stone. i let the stone drop beside our knees, then brung him up to me. soon, the three women came close, all kneeling down beside my face with pity in their eyes.
Love Me As If There Were No Tomorrow Chapter 15
\>you feel the cold steel barrel of the gun rest on your right shoulder shoulder as you plug your ear with the same hand. \>"hold
Personal Conflicts
Lacyus grabbed her hand. "hold still." he closed his eyes. a flash of light engulfed nephila. when it faded, her body felt like it fit even more with her mind. "what was that for!!?!?! did you change me back into a human?"
The Academy - Assault
I found a hand hold and swung myself up and out. by mid day, my arms were straining with every movement, and my legs shook. i clambered onto a small ledge and sat, waiting for the rest of the squad to join me.
The Dark City: A New Encounter
So you turn back, lying on the ground, to see your own gun pointed at you and the hand holding it belonging to a female fox. the fox's fur is a lighter grey than yours; her tail, bushy with the tip being white.
Zara 3
He felt gwen's other hand hold his paw firmly. "'zara, it's ok. you can tell me.'" no, he couldn't. _he_ didn't even know what was wrong. he couldn't tell her even if he wanted to.
Prison's Embrace
He is getting up, right hand holding his left. his head is banged up, blood dripping in an endless flow. i roar to try and get his attention, but it is cut off as the cold, freezing grip picks that time to savagely start pulling me towards the ground.
Just another yiff story
I picked up the drink he had sent me and walked over to him, one hand holding my book and the other the glass. "hey." oh my god, that was the most amazing voice i had ever heard.
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (Two)
She tugs on a horn in her non-judgemental humour continuing my thought "and the hand holding the egg with the flower symbolizes our potential if we were only to take a hold of our natures.