Thursday: Threesomes and Moresomes
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comment_ficHey, hey! Today is Thursday and I will be hosting your ficcage today. Today's theme will be Threesomes and Moresomes, so lets see all the interesting combinations you can come up with.
Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:
Fandom, characters, prompt
Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?
And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.
Remember, be kind to your code monkeys. 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts until one gets filled. You should format your prompt as follows:
Fandom, characters, prompt
Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Cam, say what?
And if none of the prompts today tickle you, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They are always in need of a home.
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Date: 2010-02-04 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-20 03:55 am (UTC)A tangle of fingers…
A touch of heads…
A brush of lips across tense muscles and angry lines…
‘Sorry,’ Sonny said with a hand on Jason’s arm to stop him from leaving. He ran a thumb in circles just under the hem of Jason’s sleeve.
‘Didn’t mean it,’ Carly said with her hands sliding across Sonny’s face. She leaned in close until they’re breathing came in sync.
‘It was stupid,’ Jason said with a hand that slid up Carly’s back and to her shoulders. He kneaded the muscles until she relaxed against him.
‘We can’t fight like this,’ they said every time they came back together after a particularly nasty break full of blood and tears. ‘We’re all we got,’ was what they meant when they moved to the floor, moves made up of desperate kisses and possessive hands.
‘Please don’t leave.’
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Date: 2010-02-04 08:42 pm (UTC)Testing
Date: 2010-02-05 11:11 pm (UTC)Testing
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“I can do better then that, its kids stuff.” Sam scoffed sulky and pouting like a child. Michael hid a smile in Fi’s hair, she’d smuggled up against the front of his chest early before it got dark because though it wasn’t cold to them, Fiona still got chilled too easily.
Fiona apparently rolled her eyes skyward to the fireworks.
“No, Sam, absolutely no – I’m not going to call 911 because my fool lover burnt the house down… again!” Michael held his tongue behind tightly pressed lips, and if he snickered a little, Fiona was polite enough not to pay it any mind. The both of them knew that Sam loved this time of year, though the pyrotechnics apparently left much to be desired.
It’s a warm summer night, the 4th of July, and seeing Sam’s puppyish wiggling and eagerness to stay the whole night awake and listening and watching the world’s sky explode. She’d declared that this night would be spent on the roof. If there is one time of year they can all appreciate, it’s this time, when people celebrate the deaths of those who dreamed of freedom and achieved.
That isn’t what it means to everyone, but it’s what they can agree on it boiling down to.
“Mike….” It has a little bit of whine, a bit of a plea, and Michael feels Fiona writhe against his groin in a very convincing way. He groans a little, and knows Fiona is smirking, and Sam is leering at him. Fiona wriggles around so she’s in his arms and facing him, straddling his hips – and then his hands are trapped above his head.
“Come on, Sam. I’ve gotten a better idea; want to see if the fireworks are bigger inside his eyelids?” Michael shudders a little bit as he feels the heat of Sam’s body kneeling beside him, and Fiona licks at his neck – biting so he’s paying attention. As if he could be doing anything else.
“How we going to tell which has the bigger bang for the buck, you know, in effect?” Sam asks, curious and oddly serious in playing Fiona’s little game. At least that’s what Michael thinks he hears, because he can’t really tell as Michael plays absently with an exposed nipple. Sam is very good with his hands, and most would suspect it of him, but not many would understand all that it implies.
“Oh, repeated testing, of course!” Fiona declares, and then Michael gives up thinking altogether in favor of reacting as his body is determined a free-for-all buffet at the whims of his lovers. Michael is afterwards never sure if the fireworks he sees are in the inside of his eyelids or were in the sky. Fiona was only a little disappointed at his being unsure, but Sam had assured her soothingly that they’d try again next year.
It was enough to make him squirm with worry, sometimes.
Re: Testing
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Date: 2010-02-04 09:10 pm (UTC)Happy Again
Date: 2010-11-15 08:52 am (UTC)It had been a sight the first time Anita had seen them together. Dawn all big blue eyes and teenage excitement. Anita had glared and told Asher the girl was too young for him, Dawn had laughed and said she was legal and that was old enough. The next night he heard Anita screaming and throwing things in Jean Claude's room, he had laughed when he realized she was yelling about Dawn.
The shower turning off startled him out of his thoughts. A few moments later Dawn walked in wearing nothing but the sparkling sapphire necklace he had gotten her the night before.
As she walked to the bed the bedroom door opened and Jean Claude swept in. Asher grinned as he watched the other vampire appreciate the girl's lovely body. He almost chuckled at the reaction Anita had had to finding the three of them in Jean Claude's bed the night before.
She had been radiating anger and he and Jean Clude both had moved to protect the frail looking human girl. Ironically that had not been needed because the girl had looked at Anita quizzically and said, "You're not gonna join in?"
Anita had been so shocked by the question her anger slipped away. She had turned and left and, from what Jean Claude had said later that night, she hated the thought of either of them with "that child" but knew she could do nothing about it.
Dawn slithered up Asher's body and kissed him as Jean Claude undressed and climbed behind her. As hands and mouths explored all Asher could think of was how much he had missed this kind of closeness and how much he was looking forward to giving Dawn the rest of the marks to claim her as his new human servant.
Anita could seethe all she wanted, this wasn't about her, it was about him and Dawn, and once in a while Jean Claude. Asher was happy and no one was going to take that away again, ever.
Re: Happy Again
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Date: 2010-02-04 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-04 09:21 pm (UTC)Senses
Date: 2010-02-05 11:35 pm (UTC)Senses
Fiona has been worrying lately, and it isn’t the sort of worry that she can share with Michael as she normally would. Where her worries were something he could do something about, and then shoot it dead. And it wasn’t something she’d tell Sam about, who knew uncountable ways to sweep a woman off her feet, but when it came to the serious stuff with a woman, he wouldn’t touch it within a mile. It was Michael that was their glue; he held them together and needed them as much as they’d wanted to protect him. It worked fine, that way, Fiona loved both her boys - sharing wasn’t the problem.
It was something else, and Fiona couldn’t put her finger on it. It has something to do with them though, of that much she was sure. That made it priority. She had a few clues though.
“When you love someone, you know –really love – you start to think they are everywhere with you, you know?” The woman who was chattering at her, Fiona was supposed to distract her – but she needn’t have bothered, but the woman was in love, and that was the biggest distraction of all. Her words tugged at Fiona now, and it made her restless and snappish, so she’d been avoiding Michael and Sam both for fear they’d think less of her.
“You think of them all the time.” Fiona didn’t think she was that obsessed with them, but to be sure she took one of those stupid teenage magazine love-tests, and scored a “high”. She was damned though, if she was going to try to pin point which of the two she loved because that…that would screw up everything she –they – had together.
It was bad, was what it was, and one of the three of them would end up hurting, and breaking them up would be messy and horrible. It was the worst idea she’d ever thought, and Fiona locked herself up in her room and cried most of the night, fearing for them, they were strong together, invincible, unbeatable – but apart they were weak – had been weak without Michael’s know how and Sam’s connections. What did she add to them? Was she the weak link? Was she going to get them all killed, loving only one of them?
She didn’t have time to dwell on it, because in the morning was a message from Michael and a job that Sam had found for them. It involved her blowing something up, and she always like that sort of thing and maybe it would cheer her up – so she went. As the gunpowder burned a trail to the target, Fiona thought of Michael’s skin to skin warmth and Sam’s laugh and she knew she was in love with the both of them.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked skittishly, looking at her face, and Fiona realized she was crying as she wiped the tears away. What could she say? She was in love with both men, and doubly damned.
“Fine, just got something in my eye is all.” Fiona is no fool, and she takes careful note of the watchful looks the boys give her, and she decides to tell them when she sees the signs of love in them. She just figured it out first, but it’s there, in all of them.
Re: Senses
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Date: 2010-02-14 12:54 pm (UTC)“Fine. Next time I'll just let the Russians hand you your ass, we'll see how you like that” he replied irritated that they were even having this conversation.
Parker poked at the rather painful bruise on his jaw. He swatted her hand away.
“The guys that were holding you hostage? They were ex KGB. Those guys were trained in torture. You'd be crying and begging for mercy before they even opened that magic box of theirs,” why Hardison couldn't just admit Eliot saved him and say thank you? For a brilliant hacker, Hardison was an idiot sometimes.
Parker poked him again, and he huffed irritated, turning towards her.
“Will you. Stop. Poking. Me?!”
“Does it hurt?” she asked curiously.
“Yes, it hurts!” Eliot raised his voice, still on edge.
“Next time don't get hurt,” she said, not even afraid he might lash out. And poked at the bruise. Again.
“How about we set a rule of not fighting more than three people? Three sounds fair, right?”
Hardison was an idiot, this just proved it. Eliot marveled at the thought of setting a rule that would allow him to hit idiots. He dismissed it quickly. But the irritation at being unappreciated was still there. He got Hardison out, Hardison was relatively unharmed. Eliot had worse. So, what was the problem?
He stood up abruptly and picked up the beer Hardison brought him. He needed rest, and with those two it would be impossible.
“Well how about none of you get taken hostage again? I wouldn't have to hunt down and kill the bad guys for hurting you,” he suggested angrily.
There was silence. He couldn't help himself and a smirk appeared on his face. Finally.
“But... You don't kill people,” Parker sounded confused.
“Well I would...” he stopped himself before he added 'for you'. Suddenly he felt awkward and for the first time in ages he felt like running away.
So he left the room, hoping it would take the two of them a long time to decipher what he really meant... He was in enough trouble.
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Date: 2010-02-04 10:52 pm (UTC)total crack!
Date: 2010-02-05 04:09 pm (UTC)He stretched and turned off the TV, amazed that he was actually missing Billy Mayes’ touch on late night infomercials, and closed the laptop when he realized that his blurry eyes were making reading the screen impossible. He got up and went to the closet and pulled out a box that he had strategically hidden. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the couch and started to work.
It was about a half an hour later, his mind was off in that fuzzy place where it was just letting his fingers do what they were doing while it multitasked more low-priority things than Alec’s conscious mind could comprehend, when he heard a small giggle. And then a somewhat less-delicate snort.
“Dude,” Eliot’s voice said, full of laughter, “are you… knitting?”
Alec had no hope of hiding the yarn and needles at this point. Maybe if he’d been more aware, he could have stashed his secret under the couch, but that time was long passed. He turned to see both of his lovers standing and laughing quietly. “I couldn’t sleep. This relaxes me.”
They just laughed harder, but they came to the couch and sat on either side of him.
“Just when I think you couldn’t get any more manly,” Eliot continued.
“Man, shut up. Don’t you have a kitchen that’s missing you?”
Eliot scowled in the slightly dangerous way and Parker shifted in between them. “My boys,” she cooed. “You’re both so pretty.”
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