Made in America, British parts, German engineering. Art historian. Aspiring novelist. Germanophile. Discworld junkie. Likes old stuff, cats, beer. Married, two children (one human, one dog). Moving to London, UK in September 2013. Novel stuff is tagged as "An Unfamiliar Winter".
A piece of Black Books fanfiction I wrote one day. Decidedly NSFW, hosted at fanfiction.net. It features Bernard Black and a girl who is quite willing to whore herself out for Hemingway…
He was mystified. Women did not generally tend to throw themselves at Bernard; even on the off chance he had something they wanted. The few times he’d attempted to court girls, they hadn’t been interested. Sex was not something he spent a great deal of time thinking about, not to mention he didn’t get very many opportunities to actually engage in the act itself.
“Let me make sure I have this sorted out,” he began, yanking the book out of her grasp. “You’re going to sleep with me if I let you have this.” He waved the book vaguely to indicate what “this” was.
She smiled again. “Well, I was intending to do a whole lot more than just sleep with you.”
He set the book back down and tapped it with his finger. “You’re going to have sex, with me, for this.”
“Yes.”
