TITLE:  75
AUTHOR: Snark
E-MAIL ADDRESS: snark_911@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine. But, boy, 
if they were... Hoo-yeah!
RATING: PG-13
CLASSIFICATION: Skinner in 155 words 
(give or take a couple in last minute editing)



Skinner's six feet, three inches tall, and made entirely of sex.

I didn't always know this highly delicious fact. When we first 
met, there were lots of trust issues, lots of questions about 
whose loyalties lay where. Quite a bit of suspicion and glaring 
and more than a few power struggles.

The power struggles are of a different and far more pleasing 
variety now, and usually take place at home, not the office. 

Well, usually...

"Hey, you still down here?"

I hear his voice from outside the office door. I smile in 
anticipation as I hear his signature growl. His head pops 
around the doorframe. 

"Would you hurry your ass up so we can get the hell out of here, 
John?" 

His growl only escalates, and the punctuating wink in the direction 
of my lower body proves it once again:  Skinner's made entirely of 
sex, and I want every single inch of him.

-30-



Author's quick note:  Wondering what the title has to do with anything? 
6'3" is 75 inches. And no, I have no idea where this story came from, 
since I've never written anything even remotely slashy in my life, LOL. 
<whisper> it sure is fun, though </whisper>...