I’m distracted this morning. Not for any good reason, I just am. The plot bunnies (or “flat puppies” as my friend Cherie Noel calls them now) are a swirling, I’ve got three ten-year-olds to cook breakfast for. I had to get Damon Suede’s post up on Chicks & Dicks. Then I suddenly remembered snark…

So, here. This is from 18% Gray, at the very end, when Laslo first sees Logan. This is from Laslo’s POV. Originally I intended for it to also be the prologue for Laslo and Logan’s story, One Queer Iota, but now I’m not so sure.

I’m so distracted, I forgot all about the link to Marie Sexton’s blog. Without further ado, when Laslo met Logan:

Ah, the smell of lust on the battlefield. Warmed the cockles of a gay trooper’s heart, didn’t it? What was hotter than finding a big, sexy enemy combatant and taking him home to play with?