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[Glee] Fragole e mango

Title: Strawberries and mango
Author: leireel
Summary: "While dozing, Santana was definitely sexy. Was too sexy to be awake, to be honest. "
Wordcount: 246 (W)
Fandom: Glee
Characters / Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Genres: Slice of Life, Sentimental
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Femmeslash
Notes: Honestly, I thought the fandom was a bit of Glee 'most populous. That is, only seven stories. _. Then I go to choose the pairing of fandom unknown unknown is another matter
xD Anyway, femmeslash first for me, so pitiful Roll out a mattress and move on, plis.
Written for the third week of F3.U.CK.S. Fest organized by fanfic_italia , thanks to the community unknown_fandom . It's been ages that I wanted to write about Brittany and Santana - I love them, love them seriously. Only, I wanted to write more decently here. * Sigh * unhappy
Disclaimer: Brittany, Santana and company and song all belong to Fox and the brilliant mind that created them - we do not gain a penny, and I would certainly say, given the crap that makes this story.

Strawberries and mango

Santana: "Sex is not dating."
Brittany: "If It Were, Santana and I would be dating."
Episode 13, Sectionals

Santana's hair smelled like strawberries and mango. It was a fragrance that is particularly suited, Brittany often thought it was a bit 'sour, sweet only at the bottom. Unforgettable, in particular.
She loved to stroke as she dozed in those pajama party for them only two - they were not much in my pajamas, in fact. Loose, her hair were a lot of good, broken down on the pillow, even better. While dozing, with her hair in the mango, Santana was definitely sexy. It was too sexy to be awake, to be honest.
Brittany loved to have sex with boys, clear. But even sex with Santana was not bad. The scent of strawberries and mango on the sticks for a while 'clothes, and remember his laugh, his eyes, his breathing while he slept. It felt good in the end. The boys had never smell so good.
And then, they were good boys do not even half of Santana. Not even a quarter (quarter was more or less than half? Forgot if ever), anything. She so crazy that he knew it - was probably the reason why their loved so much tear-off-pajama party. Be ', not the party of stripping away the night-shirts were bad, eh.
Brittany loved to have sex with boys. But with Santana and that scent of strawberries and mango was not just competition, beating everyone. Sex with Santana was the best that we could ask the world.

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[Harry Potter] True colors

Title: True colors
Author: leireel
Beta: Kukiness
Summary: "Your beauty goes straight to the heart of those who can see. "
Wordcount: 992 (W)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters / Pairing: Fat Lady / New Character
Prompt: Breccia @ fuoco_dal_cielo
Genres: Introspective, Romance.
Rating: K
Notes: Um. Yes, I realize, a fiction on the Fat Lady is not exactly something you would expect, especially in a Fest. Ma .. er. Boh. I liked it, I think.
Written for the second week of F3.U.CK.S. Fest organized by fanfic_italia , thanks to the community fuoco_dal_cielo . And this time in advance, muahahahah.
names have been caught at random from the lexicon under the heading famous witches and wizards, in case you were wondering.
Disclaimer: The Fat Lady belongs in all its fat lobes to Rowling, blessed woman even if his name is all mine ghghgh * * Same thing goes for Thaddeus Nutcombe: exclusively the undersigned, then down the ruddy hands.

True colors

But I see your true colors shining through
I see your true colors, and that's why I love you So do not be afraid
Let Them
to show Your true colors are beautiful like the rainbow

Ophelia of Wenlock had never been better. Her features did not fit at all the canons of beauty of the time (nor, she believed, to the canons of ages past or future), its forms were too heavy to be attractive, or at least pleasing. The bad grace with which they move, laugh too open, the insolence with which he addressed his peers were all attributes that hardly would have gained the reputation of 'beauty'.
He began to suffer at the age of twelve, when, in frequent visits to the court magic London had the opportunity to see how the attention of young people present if they were moving very frequently on her friends, and never about her, the heart was broken when the page was in love that you had declared his undying love for Guinevere of Gorsemoor, but without her deigning a glance. In those days he wept for a long time before the mirror, wondering desperately why he could not be like other girls: beautiful, graceful, beloved.
By the time he had learned not to care. He was young, had a cheerful and lively, it was well-liked by parents and friends, also from what he had heard about the long prison love, arguments, jealousy, betrayal, had begun to consider not being loved - and not love in return - as a privilege that allowed her to not having to endure this harassment. He was young, healthy, well-liked by everyone who knew her: it was not pretty, and it made her suffer in silence, without any of the emotions he felt on his face emerged. He had developed an unhealthy aversion
However, for mirrors. In its rooms had been fully covered by heavy curtains of black velvet, and I could not stand the sight when he was in the private chambers of his mates. He did not need to look at her reflection in order to know the truth, to realize that he could never be loved by any man, he did not need, and we carefully avoided them, with a grimace of disgust on his face. For its part, their very existence was unnecessary.
No wonder, then, if the proposal to pose for a portrait she had found so distasteful. She was not beautiful and she knew she would not be immortalized by the pitiless strokes of an artist accustomed to very different kinds of women. She had tried to oppose the decisions his father hiding his fury under a cold shower, but the father was adamant, and had to resign themselves to the idea of having to see his ugly face that smiled at her every day until his death. That day, the first after many years, he cried again.

The portrait, a Nutcombe Thaddeus, had occurred in their villa the following week. He was quite young, with a hunched posture betraying the weariness of long sessions of painting and a look bright and attentive. He had a serenity of spirit that seemed to radiate from him to permeate the entire room, and Ophelia immediately hated him for that inner peace that showed off her with calm indifference.
The pose he had chosen for her, he had to admit, was not particularly difficult to maintain, however, be observed so long had the upper hand early on his lack of patience.
"Sir, I'm tired, I no longer no desire to continue in this pose. Return another day, please, "he snorted a half hour later.
Thaddeus had looked up from the canvas, clearly surprised, it was then paused to look at it for a long moment, then nodded with her serene smile, and she was discharged with the utmost courtesy. That evening, Ophelia had failed to think about is how it has dealt with a feeling that he had vaguely recognized as remorse.
The next day was reintroduced at the same time in front of their door, and the smile that had sent it as soon as he had seen was, if anything, even brighter than that of the day previous year. He continued his painting with greater concentration, without stopping for a moment, except to compliment you on how to redeem some of its pink complexion, Ophelia was blushing and had not responded.
Over time, the discomfort of being watched had slowly disappeared, but it was not until the Thaddeus announced that it had finally completed the painting that he realized that he did not want to give up his long glances, which seemed to digging the soul. Annoyed, he asked to see the portrait - the installation would not be stuck for few days before the final spell, and had felt the immediate urge to see how the painter had stopped her being in the canvas. He wanted to see the way he had seen her.
Look again its image was something shocking: her lips, her cheeks, everything seemed strange, yet familiar, like a memory blurred and confused. The line of the face was softer than I remembered, more gentle and sinuous, his mouth he could not remember a fold in his sensual pose, but then gave incredibly round face. But the eyes ... the eyes hypnotized. They had the perfect shade of bistro in the frescoes he had seen at court, and a seductive line that the blush would surely have done had it not been so mesmerized by what was behind. Those eyes had a light that she was sure they had never had live on his real face. They were the eyes of a person other than a happy person.
Thaddeus smiled, a warm and sincere smile that he had learned to love. And, for the first time, Ophelia felt loved.
'immortalize your beauty, my lady, is an impossible task, but if I have made my love for you immortal, it will be like to have preserved the memory. Your beauty goes straight to the hearts of those who can see. "
And, for the first time, Ophelia finally felt better .

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[Harry Potter] To the last syllable of recorded time

Title: To the last syllable of recorded time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry / Hermione Prompt
: September Alfa @ 1frase
Rating: Green
Warning : / /
Word Count: 1419 (W)
Disclaimer: The characters and places mentioned here do not belong to me but are property of JK Rowling
Notes: Written for the first week of F3. UCKS Fest organized by fanfic_italia , thanks to community 1frase . The title is taken from Macbeth, Act V, Scene V.

# 22 - Rain
The sound of rain and gloom out there reminded him vividly the chill that was gathering outside the window, but it was hard to believe, given the heat that the mere presence of Hermione spread throughout the room.

# 21 - Summer
He would never admitted, but in all those summers was his absence to make him wish that September arrived faster.

# 50 - Road
He had shaken hands as they walked the streets of Godric's Hollow, and that contact had become the only power that would allow him to move on.

# 18 - Limit
often imagined that it meant to be with her not to put any limit to their happiness, and the thought of not being able to get frightened him enough to stop him from trying.

# 46 - Answer
He always had a response to his questions, and a word of comfort for every time I felt he did not do it.

# 08 - Best friend
He was sure that she was contemplating only a friend, nothing more - and he did that little place that had enough in his heart, his discreet presence at his side.

# 40 - Hole
The departure of Ron left a chasm between them, and, as he strove to approach her, she knew she would always be unattainable.

# 17 - Minute
Every minute with her was more than he had given more than he deserved.

# 30 - Away
Its remoteness was something totally unimaginable, something he could not think without feeling a void in the bottom of the chest and an incredible desire to kick something.

# 09 - Night
During those long nights, the often heard cry for Ron when he thought that he did not hear her, and in those moments timidly stretched a hand to touch her fingers, saying nothing, desiring with all his being able to do more.

# 29 - Believe
Even when it seemed to not make it, even when it seemed that everything was finished, he had only to look to know that she still believed in him, and everything became possible.

# 48 - Together
see them together - their fingers intertwined and look happy - it was like to realize not to breathe: he felt a desperate need for oxygen, along with Ron was happy to see it as a choke.

# 07 - Waiting
His heart had been waiting for so long I had almost forgotten what it means to truly love - was still standing there, at the precise moment when he had seen them kissing, and not showed signs of moving.

# 33 - Death In
those cold moments that separated him from his death, knowing how happy - knowing that she would continue to move forward, despite everything - gave him the little bit 'of warmth that he needed to go through.

# 39 - Hope
knew that the news of their break would not have to make so happy - he knew, he knew all too well, but could not help but hope.

# 26 - Words
would never be able to explain how she was able to get through the darkest despair to bliss, so only a few words.

# 12 - Life
The radiant smile, and suddenly everything seemed much brighter, full of light and life.

# 02 - Second time
With her it was all a rediscovery and a remake, the second and third times they knew over and over again, unexpected.

# 41 - Revelations
tell Ron was probably the hardest part, though they knew full well that he had long understood everything.

# 49 - Mind
always, Hermione had been described as 'one of the most brilliant witch of her year', what the others did not see was what was really brilliant, as always with its own light shine, bright as a star.

# 24 - Black
was the intense aroma of coffee to wake him up every morning, along with puffs of coffee - he had learned to love that bittersweet taste in the mouth of Hermione, in the long kiss I gave him good morning.

# 06 - Master
As soon as he saw some of his colleagues - or any man is not himself - approached her, she felt clearly to be no longer master of himself, of course, a man in full possession of his mental faculties would not have planned a massacre just because someone dared to touch his wife.

# 47 - Light
asked her to marry him one evening in August, in the moonlight, and when she replied that yes, he really wanted to stay with him throughout his life, he suddenly realized how it was never really happy until then, and that all that had passed, all he had suffered, pain and defeats, everything was worth it for that moment of pure happiness.

# 35 - Arms
Harry had never learned to dance as it should - in fact, he hated with all his dancing - but just to keep her in his arms and still see his eyes fluttered as he danced all happy night.

# 38 - Promise
was more of a prayer, more than a promise: Together forever, until the last syllable of recorded time.

# 32 - Remember
Hermione had never realized how beautiful her memories were there only because he was understood.

# 42 - Will
The idea of not always keep up with next, to abandon it because everything was too hard, he had never touched her: she wanted to be with him, give him your support, more than anything else.

# 11 - Engagement
He had always thought it was Ron, the right man for her, it was only after their engagement that he had noticed how you were wrong.

# 27 - Kill
see him lifeless in the arms of Hagrid was a bit ' how to die herself.

# 14 - Indifference
pretend indifference when he kissed Ginny was something that could be extremely difficult.

# 36 - Electricity
He felt a shock when he had kissed for the first time, so as to retract embarrassed, intimidated by the new sensations.

# 43 - Easy
be with Ron, at times, was really quite difficult for this could not explain how everything was with Harry as simple as breathing.

# 44 - Terror
never had they not confessed, but he had a secret fear that all was over, he realized that he can have something better, despite all, never felt the height of the love that he gave her every day.

# 23 - Sky
In those long nights of bliss, she found herself to hope that that never leave the place starry sky at dawn.

# 28 - Post
With Harry by his side, seemed to have finally found his place in the world.

# 19 - Heart
He had the impression that his heart stopped beating for a moment, when he asked her to marry him.

# 03 - Men
But Hermione knew that 'yes' was the only possible answer, because Harry was the only man she could never love.

# 31 - Boat
always remembered with a smile their boat excursions, especially the first, when she discovered that Harry had no idea what it meant rowing.

# 20 - Faith
That simple faith in white gold was all that would serve to be happy.

# 45 - Fire
those afternoons in the common room, in front of the fireplace ... how could he have been so blind not to notice even then that Harry was important to you?

# 37 - Cells
was bound to him with every fiber of his being, inextricably.

# 16 - Stars
He loved when he told her how she was his star, the Harry did not know was that he was her personal signature.

# 10 - Madness
'You crazy' repeated 'so married, secretly!', But for once he had decided not to listen to his mind, and be happy.

# 13 - Boredom
thought the bored stay at her while she was reading by the fireplace, was with a smile that Harry had confided how much he loved seeing her engrossed in reading.

# 15 - Double
never had they not confessed, but the bed was what I liked their whole home was just for them, their personal time.

# 04 - Money
The joy on his face when he saw for the first time their daughter was worth more than all the gold in the world.

# 34 - Worst
could not think of anything worse than losing him and Helena.

# 01 - Soul
After all, his soul was always tied to that of him, always.

# 25 - Doctor
knew that, Medimaga, calm and professionalism was what was expected of her, but she could not not to panic when something happens to him or Helena, was stronger than her.

# 05 - Prayer
was more a promise than a prayer together forever, until the last syllable of recorded time.

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F3.U.CK.S. Fest, La tesserina fiffaiola!

As the title implies, the card of fiffaiola F3.U.CK.S. Fest, waiting to fill it to bursting stickers \u0026lt;3

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MotoGP and cup Mengonz

Tonight officially starts the championship.

It must be said that we have five newcomers: Ben Spice, Aoyama, Mika Kallio, Marco Simoncelli and Alvaro Bautista (someone cuts that bush of his own mind!).

Spice fared quite well in practice yesterday, the other three were a bit 'in trouble: Simoncelli and Kallio have fallen Bautista was an invisible presence.

Pole:

1 - Casey Stoner

2 - Valentino Rossi

3 - Jorge Lorenzo

E 'family is not it? It 'nice to see that some things never change.

I do not remember where is Dani Pedrosa, I have to check because yesterday I did not take notes, probably fourth. Awesome.

What, Stoner is back and it shows: he started to beat them all, his best time was 1:55:007, while the other two turned four tenths slower . All the others took about one second.

To win today Vale must stop Stoner to go solo, if he remains behind to battle with Lorenzo and Pedrosa , then you do not see anymore.

always mean the four of them, apparently there is nobody who can stand behind the group head.

Now that I think, yesterday I did not see De Angelis well Vermullen Chris and others, I have to check this too.

EDIT: Nothing Pedrosa is seventh, fourth De Puniet

OT

My sister is back from the trip in Tuscany and brought me a cup of Marco Mengoni , which obviously will not do breakfast.

Date Grand Prix Circuit Now

11 - 04-2010 22:00 Qatar Losail

25 - 04 - 2010 Japan Motegi 8:00

02 - 05-2010 14:00 Spain Jerez

23 - 05 - 2010 France Le Mans 14:00

06 - 06 - 2010 Italy Mugello 14:00

20 - 06-2010 14:00 Britain Silverstone

26 - 06-2010 Netherlands Assen 14:00

04 - 07-2010 14:00 Catalunya Catalunya

18 - 07 - 2010 Germany Sachsenring 14:00

25 - 07 - 2010 USA Laguna Seca 23:00

15 - 08-2010 Republic Czech Brno 14:00

29 - 08-2010 21:00 Indianapolis Indianapolis

05 - 09 to 2010 San Marino Misano Adriatico 14:00

19 - 09-2010 15:00 Hungary Balatonring

10 - 10 - 2010 Malaysia Sepang 8: 00

17 - 10 - Phillip Island 2010 Australia 7:00

31 - 10-2010 Estoril Portugal 15:30

07 - 11 - 2010 Valencia Ricardo Tormo 14:00

The GP at Assen on Saturday and is run not on Sunday.

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Simple memories of a happy day.

Of that sunny afternoon in March a clear recollection of the light that shone through her hair, a warm shade of gold that shone from her hair to bronze and his smile made me blush like a girl. At that moment I looked away, even though I wanted to watch it again and again without ever getting tired, and kiss that smile that I had made my heart beat.