God, your message made me laugh. :D  Yes, the Zep fandom does have some fantastic writing!  That’s what drew me in.  There are so many voices and styles.  It’s very exciting to see all the different creations - really, really good stuff.  That said, YOU’LL GET YOUR SMUT WHEN I SAY SO. :-)  It’s coming, friend.  Thanks for the note!  Here’s a little, um, taste:

Your hear murmurs, a faint whisper, and your eyes flutter open.  The room is slow to come into focus.

“Ahh, I see our little girl is awake.”

You recognize the soft lilt, finally finding the source of it as your vision adjusts.  He’s standing next to the bed, towering over you, his golden curls lit up from the candle laden chandelier hanging above.  He’s clad only in jeans that hug his frame, leaving nothing to the imagination.  The smell of sex permeates the air, along with a tension, the remnants of pitched words and desperate cries, but you stay silent, the details of the previous few hours still eluding you.  You turn to your left at the gentle rustle of the bedding, and your gaze meets Jimmy’s.  He’s lying next to you on his back, brazenly tracing your features.

“Did you get a nice rest, love?”  His eyes flicker to Robert’s, and a shadow of a smile appears.  “You were rather active, you know.”

You don’t know, but the ache between your legs puts the wheels in motion.  You realize that you’ve not a stitch on and reach for the crumpled sheet, tentatively drawing it over you. Robert’s hand cinches yours immediately.  

“Now, what’s the use in that, darlin’?  I think we’ve all become pretty, ah, intimately acquainted.  You know I’m just going to take it right off.” 

OOPS!  Wrong preview. :D