The Protector and the Peacemaker: Chapter Seven
"and if i had, you, tick, and gwinn would all be dead!" porter froze. "tick!" he sprang to his feet and turned around. tick was still lying on the ground where he'd been before.
Rehabilitation
He could almost hear the badger's mind tick over, and he watched with nervous anticipation as the typh narrowed his gaze and licked his chops, and stalked back over to the prone human, casually shifting his legs aside.
Coming to Terms: Chapter 15
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as bryan waited, each tick of the wall clock another reminder of what he stood to lose.
The Fox in the Garden
If he was going to get out of his diaper before he had to use it he now had a ticking clock.
Just Between Friends
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... the night was passing. tossing her mane back over her shoulders, amethyst slipped a paw between her thighs, teasing her clitoris with just the very tip of her finger, hoof-nail painted stark black.
The Poke'Bitch
Back as his - the soft tick-tick of a keycard at the door caught his attention, diverting it from the tv and the box. the door opened, and out of habit, he breathed in slightly, pulling fire into the back of his throat.
Getting Catty about the Roommate
“hehehe, let’s see how you like coming back to this…” tick, tick, tick went the clock in the corner, and he kept time by slowly stroking himself. one minute went by, then two.
Forever Love. Dissapointment.
By the time the plates were pushed away and the conversation moved in front of the fire, which was being renewed by trystian, it had passed to almost eleven o'clock and time slowly ticked by.
Running Out Of Space
# running out of space tick. tack. tick- bing. fuck. tack. of course. of fucking course. friday 6pm and you get an email from a client. 6pm. friday. what in the ever-living... you steady yourself, take a deep breath.
Backdoor Access
**backdoor access** the air within the emerson house hung still and silent, only the ticking of a wall clock made any sound at all. kimberly sat sullenly on the couch, staring intently at the clock.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Twenty
tick asked. "don't let the meat burn," was all he said. tick got to his feet to go after him, but sarah put a paw on his shoulder, stopping him. "let him have some time to himself," she said. "he needs to figure things out."
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Eleven
"tick?" she asked. the boy nodded, and then pointed at himself. "oh," sarah said. "you're name is tick." the boy nodded again. "how long have you been in here, tick?" tick stopped to think, and then held up six fingers. six days.