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Title: Drabble: B.S.
Author: Cicero
Fandom: Lawrence of Arabia
Pairing: No real pairing, per se...
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and mild slashiness
Summary: Lawrence has a motorcyle.
Email Address: Cicerothewriter@livejournal.com
Categories: Drama, Reflection
Feedback notes: Any kind of feedback will be appreciated, even if you just write me a one-line email telling me that you've read the story, and I will be happy.
Warnings: None
Notes: I think of some odd things while I'm in the shower, some good, some not so good. This came in snippets, but I didn't actually get to write it down though until after I got home.
Notes 2: This note comes from a slight misunderstanding as to meaning. I didn't realize that this drabble could be taken an incredibly different, and unintended way. My best friend, C., had a friend who spend a lot of money on a sports car, the kind that goes 0-60 mph in 2 seconds. He couldn't believe why somebody would spend so much for a car until after his friend took him for a ride in it. He told me that afterward he was so hard. The speed, the acceleration, the danger, and so on. He wasn't in love with the car though. I pictured the love in the same way that I love my books. I love them, but I'm not in love with them.
Notes 3: Lawrence's motorcycle was called a Brough Superior, which he often abbreviated as B. S.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lawrence of Arabia or the real Lawrence. I am writing this for fun, not profit.

I love my B.S.: the way it lunges forward at the touch of the throttle; the way it's engine shudders between my thighs.

Sometimes I do not feel as though I am riding, but as though I am being driven. B.S. has a vitality all of its own, that seeks and succeeds in mastering me, if only for a few moments. The loss of control is almost as intoxicating as the throbbing lash of Bruce's indifferent cane.

One day it will throw me into the welcome arms of death.

I love my B.S.

Almost as much as I love S.A.

Afterward: I'll leave it to you to decide who S.A. is.



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