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Sunday Free For All

Yesterday was so much fun, it's time for some more!

Today, being Sunday, is another free for all. Any fandom, any pairing/grouping, any prompt. Bring on the RPS, the random fandom, the unconventional pairings! We wants it all!

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So are you ready for another day of awesome?

Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: RPS, JDM/Misha, punished

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Criminal Minds/Numbers, Spencer Reid/Charlie Epps, academic acheivement

Ready? Set? Go!

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~This~, she thought to herself as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, ~this is what the stories talked about, the kind of Love to cross mountains and fight dragons for, the kind of Love that inspires sacrifice, the kind of Love that redeems...~

That was as deep as her musing got before those fevered hands grasped her breasts at long last, palming and weighing them as though they were piles of precious gems.

He was so intent, so focused, so adoring, she didn't know whether to laugh or moan. She did both, and the embarrassed smile she received in return made her feel like her heart was going to burst.

:D Thank you!

RPS, Christian/Steve, dopey, or painkillers, (something along those lines, anyways - because thats how i'm feeling, so.... LOL)

Chris pouts. It really isn't fair, his leg hurting like this. He pokes the cast like that'll teach it a lesson, and pouts again. The truth is, he's just upset because Steve made him take his pain meds.

The painkillers make him feel all fuzzy. And sure, that means he doesn't feel agony twisting up out of his leg and into the rest of him. He'd be a fool to want that. It just also means he can't make any of his limbs, or his brain for that matter, do quite what he wants them to.

And he really, really wants to kiss Steve.

"No making faces," Steve murmurs in his ear, pressing his lips against Chris' temple. Pulls him back against his chest and rubs his thumb along the line of Chris' knuckles soothingly.

As he drifts to sleep to the sounds of the TV turned down low (to the sound of Steve breathing), he can't help but think maybe this isn't all bad.

awwwww
i can has a steve pwease?

Leverage, Eliot/Alec, surprise

I figured you've waited long enough for this prompt, m'darling! ^_^

He’s expecting to be home alone for another couple of days – Eliot’s off on the other side of the world on some private job. Nathan’s not happy about it, and he’s been stomping around the office for the last week, growling about what would happen if they get a job, but Alec thinks he has the worse end of the deal. After all, Nate hasn’t gotten used to having someone else to wrap around in bed every night, or to curl up with on the couch in front of the TV in the evenings.

Tempers have slowly been fraying over at headquarters, and Alec knows it’s mostly his fault so when Nate tells him to take the afternoon off, and Parker nods frantically at him from behind their fearless leader, Alec takes off. He spends an hour or so driving aimlessly around LA, not quite willing to go back to an apartment that doesn’t feel quite his anymore – it feels empty without Eliot. Or, at least, without the likelihood of Eliot being there later on.

Eventually, though, Alec gives up on trying to distract himself out in the sunshine and heads home. Worst comes to worst, he can always load up a season of Doctor Who. He takes the elevator up, mentally preparing himself for yet another night alone.

Which is probably why he’s so surprised when he opens the door to the apartment and the first thing his eyes land on after he dumps his keys is Eliot crashed out on the couch, legs tucked up and one arm trailing over the side. It is, though he’d never admit it, ridiculously cute, and Alec wanders over to stand behind the couch and look down at his lover, and that’s when he sees the cast and sling on the arm kept protectively to one side, and the dressing over Eliot’s right temple, not to mention all the other bruises and scrapes decorating Eliot’s otherwise golden skin.

He must have made some kind of noise of shock or something, because Eliot blinks blue eyes open and smiles slow and sleepily up at him.

“Hey,” Eliot starts, but Alec cuts him off.

“What the hell, man?” And he means the injuries, but Eliot doesn’t seem to notice that. Probably ignoring all of them in some stupid macho fit of pride.

“Oh, yeah. I came home early.” He swings his legs around and sits up, running his non-cast-and-sling hand through his hair. “Finished the job early, so…”

“I meant…”Alec trails off and just gestures to the cuts and the dressings and the bruises and, dear God, is that a bite mark on Eliot’s arm?

“Little problem,” Eliot shrugs, and then winces – in a very manly way, of course. “They wanted to keep me in the hospital, but you know I hate those places.”

“So you committed jail-break to come home early?” Despite his worry (and, really, Eliot should be in a hospital bed right now, damnit), Alec’s weirdly touched.

“Wasn’t a jail-break,” Eliot grumbles even as he reaches for Alec to draw him down into a kiss. “If it was a jail-break, I’d have been home to you a hell of a lot sooner.”

Alec would have stopped to think on the fact that Eliot apparently equates him with home, but he’s too busy sinking into the kiss to bother.

*purrrrs, dies happy* Lovely darlin'! *HUGS* Thank you!

Well, you did wait long enough for this one, didn't you? *loves* You're welcome, m'dear.

This is so wonderful!!

SGA RPS, David/Jason, totally unexpected

A/N: I'm not that at home with the fandom, just seen a few episodes and can't place the actors. I have no idea where they filmed the tv-series, if it is Canada or USA.

David looked forward to a relaxing time over the weekend. For once there where no filming and he so felt that he needed to rest. The last week – no weeks had been trying and he had come home totally exhausted and then never seemed to get enough sleep to start over.

Now he just wanted to eat something with a good beer and then just lay on the sofa, not bothering if he would fall asleep or even put on the alarm.

He had the tv on, watching a ice hockey game, but not paying that much attention as his eyes did close time and again.

Something woke him. First he thought that one of the teams made a goal, but the sound that continues told him that was not the case.

He looked for his phone and finding it he answered.

"Hi it's Jason. I hope that I do not disturb you."

"Uhm, no. It's alright. What's on your mind?" David asked.

"It's so that we are a few guys that will go to (set in a Ice hockey team) game tomorrow so I wondered if you want to come to?"

David was silent for a moment. It was totally unexpected that Jason would call and ask him as they never been together outside the filming.

"I haven't planned anything special, so I can do that. Where and what time shall we meet?"

"The game start at seven, and we had planned to go to the Green Lantern to take a few beers, so would five be too early? And we could meet there."

"That sounds good. See you then."

"Great. We do see then. Bye."

David sat looking on the phone. Wondering what exactly had happened. He did think it was good. Almost wondering why they haven't done anything earlier. He went out to his kitchen and took a new beer and then sat down on his sofa, finishing watching the game.

SGA RPS, Jason/Joe, boys and their toys

You should probably take this over to today's Free-For all prompt or it won't be seen.

This is last Sunday's thread.

Wow, I'm a dork. *facepalms* Thanks!

John doesn't like to swallow but McKay doesn't give him any warning--no sound, not a moan, not of a quiver in the thighs John’s been holding onto so tightly.

Thats a melting from John's pov, but it really makes me wonder about Rodney. Who trained him, and how, to be that restrained?

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