Nethers Quotes

Is - is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?"
He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw.
"Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not."
Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers.
"Don't leave," she breathed.
"I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting. ~ Kelly Creagh

He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog. ~ Gail Carriger

Please welcome Professor Varen Nethers, famous depressed dead poets historian and author of the bestselling books Unlocking your Poe-tential: A Writer's Guide, and Mo Poe Fo Yo: When You Just Can't Get Enough. ~ Kelly Creagh

I spilled my cup of coffee straight onto my crotch. Superior heat retention has its drawbacks. I grimaced as the scalding liquid reached ground zero, but as I did my best to angle my jeans away from the Resnick family's last hope, my seatmate decided to dispose of her hoodie.
I juggled two pressing needs:
1) Protect the nethers.
2) Leer ~ B. Justin Shier

Oi, stop looking at my nethers. Be a gentleman, look away. When a gal's in a predicament you should 'elp 'er out ~ James Minter

No," said her dad, starting to shout, "what I can't handle is you being dropped off after midnight by some kid who thinks he's a vampire!"
"And now you're dating a vampire?" Danny asked, intrigued. "You know they bite right?"
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"How can he be a vampire when he knows so much about slayers? ~ Kelly Creagh

In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers?
He would never allow it. ~ Kelly Creagh

Isobel's face burned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn't be sure if she was imagining. Like the tips of her fingers had somehow fallen asleep. ~ Kelly Creagh

He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him.
That he hadn't done what he knew he had. ~ Kelly Creagh

You're a dream. Like everything else. ~ Kelly Creagh

What do you call it, then?"

Bladesinger shrugged. "The little man in the boat?"

"Why the fuck would you name a part of a woman's nethers 'the little man'?"

"Something about the visual appeals." She shrugged again. "Rowing is hard. It's nice to imagine a man actually doing some work between the sheets for a change. ~ Jay Kristoff