Editing Femarchs (section)

===Magna's Den===
"...Claudius beckoned his lover closer, his eyes lingering on Jason's open silk shirt, the night air playfully opening the fabric to reveal his sweat slick abs.
 
"But Claudius, what if the Lady catches us?" Jason asked, his voice trembling. Claudius'es tight leather trousers grew tighter as he held Jason close, their pecs brushing against each other as they embraced in the cold night air.

"My darling Jason, No-one could ever tear us apart. My love for you will penetrate any barrier the Lady will place between us."
With a smouldering look, Claudius reached down to gently stroke his Jason's..."

Package? Length? 

Magna frowned at the story she ad been writing on the cogitator in front of her, it's screen the only source of light in the otherwise pitch-black room. Pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged on the plush chair she was perched on, Magna reached over to the can of Pyramid Dew beside her keyboard, the cyclopean giving it a tentative shake before frowning and tossing it over her shoulder to join the other empty cans piled up around the waste paper basket near her bed. By the warp, why was this so hard? The red-skinned primarch pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned as she glanced around at the stacks of books and scrolls spilling out of her bookcase and stacked high around her room, hoping one would give her the inspiration she needed. Magna was running out of time as it was. She had fans waiting for 'Red Eye' to post the next story! She needed to post this slashfic online before her legion's next deployment to the Halo Stars, and the only thing stopping her was this warp-damned love scene and finding another synonim that she hadn't used for -

Ah!

Magna hunched back over the keyboard and began typing furiously.

"...With a smouldering look in his eyes, Claudius reached down to tenderly stroke Jason's-"

"HEY SIS!"

Magna yelped and quickly clicked away from her story as Lara burst through the door, grinning madly at the sight of her sister wild-eyed and glaring daggers at her.

"By the warp, Lara, have you ever heard of knocking!?"

"What? It's not like I caught you with your hands down your knickers, did I?" Lara chortled, picking her way past the empty cans and 
stacks of books to peer over a deeply blushing Magna's shoulder at the cogitator screen.

"Lara! Who said you can just barge into my room like-"

"...Chogorian underwater basket weaving?" Lara cocked her head quizzically to the side, trying to understand what she was looking at. "...This is what you've been staying cooped up here for? Girl, we've gotta get you out of here."

Magna glared hotly at Lara, the red cyclops catching a whiff of liquor on her sister's breath as she pulled out a phone and began typing. 

"Lara.." Began Magna. "I'm fine. I really want to finish this project before my legion's shipped off. Can't this wait?"

Lara paused in her typing to give Magna a look that spoke volumes. "Maggie, girl, you need to have a social life. Get out of this room! Meet a cute boy! Socialise!" With this Lara grabbed Magna's arm and began to pull her up, the chair wheeling over a little as Magna tried to stop her sister.

"But Lara! I've gotta-!"

"No buts, Maggie, I'm not taking no for an answer." Lara retorted, finally managing to get Magna out of her chair. "C'mon, let's get you showered. Brunhilda's holding a party at the barracks and it'll be the best thing for you right now. your baskets can wait until you get back." 

With that, Lara took the protesting Magna by the shoulders and marched her out of the room, the cogitator left alone and forgotten.