Friday - Free-For-All
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comment_ficHey, guys! It's that time of the week for you to let your imaginations go wild with no restraints, other than keeping it legal... and possibly bending a few laws (*winkwink*). As always, you only need to follow the rules:
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Burn Notice, Michael/author's choice, standing on the edge
White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Eliot, playtime
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Date: 2010-06-12 06:39 am (UTC)Harry Potter; Remus/Sirius
Date: 2010-06-20 01:03 am (UTC)“It’s black,” came the reply a moment later, the youth not bothering to move back to speak, making his lips move temptingly and the hot breath rush over Remus’ skin. It made him swallow and he felt Sirius’ smile stretch his firm, clever lips. The moved a few inches and caught the soft, lower curve of his ear. Hard, blunt teeth scraped lightly, teasing.
“It’s going to start in a minute,” the werewolf said, his voice low and more strained suppressing a groan. It would draw attention, and the film theatre wasn’t dark enough yet to fool anyone about what Padfoot was doing. "Just wait."
The selfsame devil sucked slowly at Remus’ lobe then released it to whisper, “Then I’ll look in a minute.” His mouth closed around his still-damp ear and bit, abrupt, sharp. Moony’s leg jerked and connected with the seat in front of them. Sirius sniggered.
Remus jabbed him with his elbow. “If you don’t want to be here-”
Sirius retreated to his own seat, his eyelids half-lidded and a smug smile on his lips. “Oh, but I do want to be here. I want to be wherever you decide to sit still for an hour and a half. In public – semi-public. Always the quiet ones with the funnest kinks. Though, I didn’t think you were one for Muggle-baiting. Dark side of the Moony, hum?”
“Not everything I want to share with you is sex,” Remus said with strained patience.
Sirius’ dark eyebrow raised in disbelief. He then lifted his left hand and unfurled one finger at a time. “Chocolate. Al fresco. Comando – which I am right now, by the way. Gags-”
“That is self-preservation, I assure you,” Remus interrupted.
“School ties. In classrooms – or is it ‘giving the portraits an eyeful?’”
“Neither,” Remus replied smoothly. “I just wanted to set those nuns on you.”
“You bastard,” Sirius hissed without conviction. “Where was I?” He wriggled his fingers, then lifted his right hand. “Candle wax. In the corridors under the cloak-”
“We never did that one, Padfoot,” Remus said suspiciously.
As he expected, Sirius became even more arrogant and countered, “Yet. Now that I know you like it in public…”
Remus shut his eyes. “I didn’t have ulterior motives when I asked you to come.”
Sirius smirked at the accidental innuendo, and murmured, “I know. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t when I agreed to come along.”
He leaned in, angling to start his nuzzling again but Remus twisted to look at the other youth full on. “Watch the damn film, Sirius, then we can shag.”
They stared at each other for a moment in silence, then Padfoot leaned back with a long suffering sigh. “If it’s boring, I’m going to blow you,” he threatened, sure as every overly arrogant pureblood that he was right.
Remus smiled as the opening credits came on, equally confident his friend would be far too enraptured to pull his attention away long enough. It was a Western, after all.
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Date: 2010-06-12 06:55 am (UTC)My heart breaks too easy, my words get all jumbled
And when I wear lipstick, then no one
Understands me at a-a-all
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Date: 2010-06-12 06:56 am (UTC)Star Trek XI, Gaila, But before I leave the house/I will fill my lips with lipstick
Date: 2010-06-15 03:38 pm (UTC)"Oh, Gaila. Again?"
She whirls around with a sheepish quirk of her lips that all too quickly becomes a full-blown smile. The night has barely begun and the exquisite, exquisite Romulan TA from her Advanced Physics class is waiting for her outside their door so, yes, her voice is utterly unapologetic when she says, "Nyota, you only live once. And this one asked so prettily."
Her roommate fixes her with an exasperated look but Gaila can see the tinges of affection (and, yes, love, love, love) in it. "They always ask prettily, Gaila."
"Then who am I to say no?"
Nyota shakes her head but approaches her anyway, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "Behave yourself. We have a graded recitation in Xenolinguistics tomorrow."
"I'll practice my Romulan then," is her cheeky reply, giddy with anticipation and life. She brushes her lips against the arch of Nyota's cheekbone (she who smells like jasmine and badly-replicated coffee). "Don't wait up. I promise to be quiet when I get back."
"As long as you don't bring him back with you."
Gaila nods her acquiescence before bounding off towards the entrance, stopping by the vintage mirror next to it (21st century, gilded frame, an Uhura family heirloom) for one last look. She frowns and reaches inside her purse to pull out a tube of lipstick (newly bought, Devil May Care Red) and lines her lips carefully, blowing herself a kiss when all is perfect. She can see Nyota in the mirror's reflection, readying herself for a night of revision. With a mischievous grin, she leans forward and kisses the smooth surface, winking when Nyota turns and catches her eye.
The lipstick mark is left smudged and joyous-red behind her when the door hisses shut (it is still there the next morning and Gaila manages to persuade Nyota to put on lipstick and leave her own stained-defiant mark before class).
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Date: 2010-06-15 11:02 pm (UTC)Re: Star Trek XI, Gaila, But before I leave the house/I will fill my lips with lipstick
Date: 2010-06-17 11:28 am (UTC)Re: Star Trek XI, Gaila, But before I leave the house/I will fill my lips with lipstick
Date: 2010-06-15 11:11 pm (UTC)Re: Star Trek XI, Gaila, But before I leave the house/I will fill my lips with lipstick
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