TRUE LOVE HOT SEX of Evan Lorne and Dean Winchester

My eyeballs just jumped out of my head and ran up to the computer screen shouting YES YES PLEASE WE WOULD LIKE TO BE LOOKING AT THIS NOW.

Ahaha. But it is an EPIC TALE, so it may be years decades before it is complete! I seem to be progressing in 3000-word blocks, but I think well over half of it is chaff that needs to be separated from the glorious wheat. Errr. That metaphor sucks. You get the idea.

and because it may amuse you, the genesis (http://community.livejournal.com/thrillsforall/18993.html?thread=316721#t316721) of this fic ... you also may enjoy jane's masterpiece of hetsex which the comments are attached to

Also, I spell-checked this comment, and for "Ahaha" it was like, "Do you mean Ahab?" and I was like, YES, YES I DO. So I think from now on, instead of laughing, I'm going to say "Ahab." And then make not-so-veiled references to Moby Dick, just to be a jackass. Oh, spellcheck, what would I do without thee?

YES. BLAME ME. BLAME ME FOR THE AWESOME. ALL MY FAULT. I'M THE REASON.

Credit where credit's due, I always say.

Credit for enabling you like the cheap, cheap whore that I am?

Are you sure you're not enabling like a high-priced whore? Because really, I thought that was what was happening. I didn't even call you a whore, I was using the word "courtesan."

You cannot resist the Lizzorne. THE LIZZORNE COMPELS YOU. To do what, I'm not sure, but that's the nature of the Lizzorne. It is not to be questioned ... just to be savored.