Russian It? Chapter 11
Exile put his signature red flannel pajamas back on and left as well. "we're going to have to have a little talk later," hunter murmured into his ear. he followed behind exile, but didn't leave. he closed the door and locked it.
Parth's tale #1
Standing at just under 6 feet tall he was tall for an arctic fox of 19 muscular but femminine in shape, his white fur veritably shimmered in the sunlight of the cloudless day accenuating the femmine form his flannel shirt and loose jeans tried to hide.
Monsters
He blinked, seeing blue covers, a mobile with airplanes above him, soft flannel against his skin... he started to inhale to shout, to scream... and he was under the bed. he dragged his long fingers about his face, his body. he was himself.
Tina's Story Chapter 8 the Night Visitor
After she ate, colleen dressed kc in a sweet flannel nightgown, and tucked her tenderly into the spare bedroom. as collen folded the cover over , tucking the sides in carefully, kc spoke.... " colleen?" "yes, sweetheart?" " don't leave.
Fates of the Ferals: The Carver Cubs
"and young ezekiel here," he said as if an announcer at a fashion show, "is sporting a red flannel shirt with a brown corduroy coverall!" he looked down at his brother.
Big Brother's Room
I'd only started sleeping in flannel boxers a little while ago, and my friendly footed pj's had been folded and tucked away for good. made me feel all grown up, like my big brother anews, sleeping in my undies like that. sometimes.
A Roll in the Hay
He wore a tight pair of khakis, rolled up at the ankles, that framed his hips beautifully, and a red flannel with sleeves rolled up at the elbows. as he walked, he felt the sun beat down on the back of his neck, briefly stopped by the shade of the trees.
Cave-in part 1
View stood an amazingly beautiful squirrel her bushy tail curled up behind her back, even bigger than the monster he carried on his back, her deep orange fur with light marking on her neck and probably down her chest showed well in her outfit, a cropped up flannel
Stalker (pt. 2)
An old man in a newsboy cap, a ragged flannel shirt and torn wool trousers was lying there in a pool of blood. half of his neck and left shoulder was missing from my shotgun blast.
End of Time - Session 3
He looked to be in his late forties, had a bit of a potbelly, and wore a flannel overshirt with cargo pants. apart from the bandage around his head, he would have fit in the small town before the end.
Police Brutality
He was in his green flannel sleeping pants and curled against a pillow serenely. one black ringed azure eye slipped open, clouded with sleep. his rounded grey ears perked toward the tiger's entrance. 'hi.'
Homecoming
Anews laid his soft flannel shirt over the arm of dad's chair, and his jeans, too. i was going to peek, but i was sure he still had his boxers on. could smell the tang, sweet-sharp and very male, of his damp flannel shorts. and anews, too.