Me: Uhm, yes.

T: You’re starting the fic with me jerking off and being interrupted at a critical stage by ice-water.

M: I know what you’re thinking, but it gets better.

T: It had better.

Slut!Harper Muse: Do I get sex in it?

M: What do you think?

H: *punches air* YES!

T: You never write me doing Dylan.

M: You’re both tops.  You know I like clearly defined top/bottom roles.

T: I could top Dylan.  Give me some Scotch, some nylon strapping and a jug of maple syrup and I’ll make Dylan my slut puppy.

H: How come you never do those things with me?

T: I don’t need to.  Every time she starts to type you strip down and leap onto my cock.

H: Yeah.  Slut muse job description.  Hey!  How about you try it with the innocent!Harper muse? 

M: I don’t think that’s a very good idea.

T: Would that work on an innocent muse?

H: C’mon, it’s gotta be worth a try.  I know all his erogenous zones and I’ll tell you where they are if you let me watch.

T: Is he still hiding under the drier?

H: Yup, you lift the drier, I’ll wield the net….

M: Touch him and I’ll write a really bad sex scene in my next fic.

*pouty!Tyr and slut!Harper confer* 

T: How bad?

M: I have one word… hernia.

*wince*

M: Gotta keep those muses in line.