Compiled by mink
COMPILER'S NOTE: Okay, in the spirit of Detailed and Completely Over The Top Public Fantasizing ('cause, hey, who can resist that shit?), a little scenario for later in the day. All the washing up has been done, dishes put away and substantial amounts of wine imbibed. It's dusk, with the light quickly fading. You light some candles to bathe the room in gentle light and give him your best "come hither" eyes. And he looks slightly nervous but still manages a shy, little smile which almost makes your head explode. And you pat the space on the sofa next to you and he's drunk enough that he walks over and sits down in response to your invitation. And, yeah, now he's in Really Big Trouble.
 I've Got a Crush On You by Ella Fitzgerald (your sweet opening gambit)
You Look So Fine by Garbage
 (because flattery always works and he truly does look fine – All. The. Damn. Time.)
Justify My Love by Madonna (turning up the heat)
Come Here Boy by Imogen Heap (should drastic action be required...)
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