Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

All right, boys and girls... It's that time of week again. Time for... Free-For-Alls!


Drill is as follows: Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt. Leave your kink at the dink... or something. Just make sure you post in the proper format, such as in the example below:

For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage, vamp!Nate/Eliot, affirmation

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: NCIS/SPN, Abby/Sam, laptop versus desktop

Can't think of anything to prompt? Answer a lonely prompt here and earn extra Karma Points!

Happy Prompting, everyone!

Comments

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Firefly, Bela/Inara, lie with me

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

By the time she'd crawled her way out of Hell, so much time passed that Earth had become Earth-That-Was; all that was left of her old way of living only lived in song and old bits of folklore. Bela hooked up with a group of conmen, local theives that offered her a place on their ship. It wasn't the same though, she missed the glamour and excitment of home.

When the companion came on board though, Bela found someone who seemed to understand the finer points of class though. Inara was a beautiful sight who moved as if she was made of grace and softness. She longed to rest with the companion and drown her homesickness in her, but it wasn't until Inara spoke first that Bela finally let go of the weight she'd been carrying around.

"Shh, Bela, relax and come lie with me." Inara had said, "Tell me about this world of yours."

Bela dried her tears and told her everything-- all the tiny memories and sensations that she could recall from the place she'd left behind.

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

Buffy/Leverage, Tara/Parker, abracadabra

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Criminal Minds, Dean/Emily, interrogation

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

"Go ahead then," Dean says as the dark-haired beauty arches an eyebrow at him. "Ask me all the questions that are swirling behind your pretty little eyes."

Emily's breath catches as he seemingly devours her with his eyes, and she can't quite seem to gain control of her movements again.

"Ask."

A simple word, but it cracks the dam and the question she's been fighting spills out.

"What do you taste like?"

He smirks and pulls her to him, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

And then it's her hands ripping at his shirt, his teeth nipping at her neck, and moans fill the room.

He slides his fingers into her and scissors them, watching her carefully as he does so.

"The better question," he murmurs, "is what do you taste like?"

He lowers his head to her then, and his tongue slides over her clit, causing her to writhe. But his hand grips her hip and she can hardly move.

She grabs his hair as he drives her over the edge, shuddering around his fingers as he sucks on her clit.

There is silence as she rearranges herself, and he leans back in his chair, satisfied as a cat in cream.

"Admit it," he says after a moment. "You prefer my methods of interrogation."

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, broken

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, broken

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Eliot's been pretty quiet since he got back - and by 'pretty quiet' Hardison means 'silent other than a few curses'.

And it's none of his business, really. Eliot got the job done, took out the guys he was supposed to. It all ran smoothly. Nothing to worry about. In theory, anyway.

In practice... Yeah, he's worrying. He's worrying a whole lot, because he's never seen Eliot like this before. Sure, maybe he doesn't know the members of the team as well as he thinks he does and maybe there's only so much that a good bit of digging through cyberspace can tell him, but he'd thought he'd known Eliot better than this. Maybe he'd thought that through some magically property of fucking he had some kinda connection with Eliot once he'd been taken to his bed.

He forces himself to keep his distance, to pretend to be busy; doesn't want to push too hard in case he pushes him away altogether. It's like taming an animal, right? Gotta let them come to you.

Eliot's been in the office for about an hour, cursing and avoiding everyone, before he comes through to find Hardison.

"Alec," he says - and Hardison thinks he's just about the only one he'd want to call him that. "Can I talk to you?"

Hardison nods, tense and ready for whatever it is that Eliot's got to say, but as it turns out no words come. Eliot closes the door firmly behind him and moves into the room, shoving Hardison's laptop out of reach then sinking down to sit on top of him, straddled over his thighs in the computer chair Hardison's sitting in.

"This isn't exactly talking, Eliot," Hardison points out. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Shut up," Eliot mutters, resting his head on Hardison's shoulder. "Just shut up."

Hardison complies, for once, gingerly winding his arms around Eliot; he never knows which parts are injured and which parts aren't. Eliot's skin is a minefield of bruises on the best of days. He's their human cannonball, and while Hardison knows he's the best at his job he can't help but wish that 'his job' were something a little bit safer.

One hand threads fingers through Eliot's hair and strokes that thick mane of his, offering comfort in any way he can. Hardison doesn't know what it is that's wrong or what's happened or anything at all, really - but just this once he doesn't have to. He knows how to be there for Eliot. Today, that's all that matters.

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Buffy, SugarHigh!Werewolf!Eliot/Willow, babble
*snerks*

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

bwahahahaaa!! your icon does not lie.

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, family

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

SPN/Leverage, John Winchester/Eliot Spencer, you don't know what you're getting into, boy

Getting Into, SPN/Leverage, John/Eliot, you don't know what you're getting into boy

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

He watched the eyes wandering up and down his body, watched the leering smile that seemed wicked and charming at the same time and wondered why it was always men like that he was drawn too. Ah hell, he knew. Knew it was about the chase and being with someone dangerous, someone that might be able to overpower him, might be able to hold him down, out fight him, might be able to out charm him.

When he grabbed the second beer from the bartender he took it and walked over to the pool table where the man was playing. Hustling actually but the men he was playing hadn’t figured it out yet.

He sat on a bar stool and when the other man walked by he offered the beer. The smile was warm and it reached his eyes and Eliot knew there was something dangerous under the surface of his skin and it made him shiver.

The other man stepped closer, letting himself slide between Eliot’s knees to breathe into his ear. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, boy.”

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Rayna/Echo-as-Jordan, dirty

Dollhouse, Rayna/Echo-as-Jordan, dirty

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Years later, she still thinks about it. How could she not?

Jordan's lips over hers, kissing dirty and desperate; Jordan's hands in her hair; Jordan's fingers in her cunt. Sex with Jordan had been short and rough. Mutual need - not comfort. Not love. Jordan had treated her how she wanted to be treated, how she maybe needed to. As a person, as someone so desirable that she had to be taken.

Rayna's been with women before, a long line of them. Nameless fans. They all want to worship her: they all want her to worship them right back. She is a fantasy made flesh. It's what she was born to be.

But Jordan...

Jordan hadn't been like the others. It hadn't been... It hadn't felt like it had been about 'fucking a star' for her.

She can still remember Jordan's smile perfectly, and the way Jordan had looked down at her with such tender desire that contrasted with the rapid movements of her hand inside her. "You gonna come, baby?" she'd asked, her breath floating hot over Rayna's lips. "Are you close?"

And, god, she'd wanted to scream at her, but instead she'd dug her nails into the tanned skin of Jordan's back and hoped, hoped, hoped that Jordan wouldn't stop - not now, not ever. They could stay like this for the rest of time.

Didn't work out like that, did it?

But, still, it haunts her thoughts at times. When she's feeling like she's all alone in the world, she stares out at the night and thinks about that night: and she wonders where Jordan is, the perfect backing singer who could have been custom-made just for her.

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Carmen, future

I stole a line from Angel for this one, heh..

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“We can have a future together…have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please.” Carmen's voice still echoed on the outskirts of Dean's mind, when he was in between reality and sleep. It haunted him and called him back to that place where everything was fine again. Another time-- another world, it would have been perfect.

It would have been everything he ever hoped for. The cool girlfriend who would have made an incredibly loving wife in the future. The family together. Sammy safe. They could have had a wonderful life.

But it wasn't real. It was only a lie. And the most important lesson any hunter could ever learn was to separate truth from illusion, because in the world of magics, it's the hardest thing to do.

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

Leverage/CM, Eliot/Morgan, fight for the right...

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

this started out to have porn... but the porn ran away.

Derek remembers that summer very well. It was after high school and before he’d chosen to walk the blue line, he’d saved up a bit and decided to leave, to run, to go. He’d ended up in a youth hostel in Luxemburg a month later, skinny and tired and scared of his own shadow.

Eliot Spencer strode into that room like he owned the damned place. All long hair and long legs and crooked smile on a compact frame. He’d tossed his pack on the bunk above Derek’s and looked him in the eye, something dangerous behind the blue. “Hope you don’t mind, but I like to top,” the voice didn’t seem to match the age of the boy. He looked to be younger than Derek by a year or two, but he had a deep, husky, gravelly voice of a grown man who’d smoked three packs a day for thirty years.

But Derek had shied away, scars still too fresh to bring them out to the light. He hadn’t said anything, just pulled out his book and walked out of the room. He felt those blue eyes on him the whole way out.

It was late that night when Derek was finishing up his shower when a few of the bigger guys had come in and started trouble. Started treating Derek like he was a rent boy, there for their amusement. He’d said no and stop and get out and leave me alone, but they hadn’t listened. They’d been so much bigger. And even though he was tall and muscular and shaped from the gridiron, he never saw himself that way, never saw anything but that scared, used kid.

A large hand had grabbed him by the neck and he flinched.

And then he heard the shout and the hand was gone. He opened his eyes to see the kid from the top bunk beating the snot out of the two huge guys. He was smaller than them by nearly half, but he was like a whirlwind, punching and kicking and throwing them like they were nothing, dropping both of them down to the wet tile, their blood trickling into the water rushing to the drain.

Eliot had handed him a towel. “Dry off and get dressed, meet me in the courtyard behind the warehouse, I’ll show you a few moves.”

“Thanks. But… I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. But you will be. You gotta be willing to fight for your right in this world. I’ll show you how.”

***

“Morgan?” Hodge was asking him.

“Sorry boss, I’m good. I know him,” he motioned to the man behind the glass.

Hodge looked tense for a moment. “Is he capable of this level of violence?”

Derek couldn’t help the small smile, “The violence, yeah, absolutely. The senselessness though, no. Eliot Spencer never was one for senseless violence. Paycheck, revenge, his own sense of warped justice – but there’s no reason here, he’s not the guy.”

“Just the same, I have to interview him.”

“I’d like to sit in.”

“How well did you know him?” Hodge asked, as prying as he ever got.

“He’s a big part of who I am today,” Derek said plainly.

Hodge nodded. “Come on.”

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

Heroes/Lost, Elle/Sawyer, snarky nicknames

[ladywilde80.livejournal.com]

(I'm sorry if this is total crap bb. It's late. I'm sleepy but this prompt was too good to pass up.)

“You here by yourself ?” A smooth voice drawled. Elle Bishop rolled her eyes, sat her drink down on the bar, and swiveled in her seat to face the owner of said drawl.
The man was tall with longish dirty blonde hair, sparkling blues and a sly grin. She knew the type - a love ‘em and leave ‘em good old boy and she had no time or patience for his half assed attempts at seduction.
“Get lost,” she said with a wave of her hand as she dismissed him and went back to her drink.
The man chuckled, and shook his head. This chick was icy but nothing he couldn’t thaw out with some good old fashion charm.
“What crawled up your ass and died, cupcake?”
She ignored him, rolling her eyes as she sipped her drink.
“Did some guy just walk out on you?”
Annoyed, Elle spun around and faced him again.
“Listen, rodeo, I’m not in the mood for your shit. I know how you operate.”
“Oh you do, do you?”
“I do, let me see if I got your number right. You buy me a beer, a cheap beer then you take me back to some dump in the middle of god knows what - we have passable sex, I don’t come and then I wake up in the morning to find you’ve split and left me with the bill. Oh and two days later I’m itchy in places I’d rather not be. Sound like a story you might have read?”
He laughed out loud at that. “Damn! I guess you have me pegged.”
Elle snorted as she reached for her drink.
“How about this scenario instead, I buy you a drink, some real fine tequila, then I take you back to your place. We have earth shattering sex and I make you come, twice and two days later, I send you flowers. That any better Princess?”
Elle couldn’t help herself, she returned his infectious grin.
“That depends…”
“On what?”
“On what kind of tequila you have in mind.”

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

Crusoe, Crusoe/Friday, 'it's more interesting than reading, at least.'

Fic: Crusoe, Crusoe/Friday, 'it's more interesting than reading, at least.'; PG

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Crusoe, Crusoe/Friday, 'it's more interesting than reading, at least.'
Rating: PG
Warnings: None



Friday sat on an outcropping that jutted out over the sea below. The sun was setting and the air was starting to chill. The breeze that came off the ocean was chilling, rather than comforting but Friday was reluctant to go back to camp to find a shirt.

He heard Crusoe coming a mile off. He was good in the woods and getting better every day, but Friday was better. He wasn’t surprised when Crusoe walked up behind him and dropped a warm shirt around Friday’s shoulders before sitting down next to him and looking out at the ocean.

“You’re watching the sunset?” Crusoe asked in a gentle voice.

“It is more interesting than talking with you,” Friday shot back, still not quite willing to let their argument go.

“You could come back to camp, anyway. You could read and ignore me,” Crusoe suggested lightly and Friday fought down a smile.

“It is more interesting than a book, as well,” he said but his voice was softer now. Crusoe must have heard it because he slouched down next to Friday and lay his head on Friday’s shoulder. His long hair trailed down Friday’s back and tickled his bare skin.

“Come back anyway,” Crusoe whispered into the darkening dusk, so Friday went.

[veristic.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen, high school AU shenanigans

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the first time Jensen had spent the night, but it was the first time since he had told Jared about that thing with Misha. And it was kind of awkward. Not because Jared now knew that Jensen liked boys but because Jared liked boys too but he wasn't sure how to tell Jensen without tell Jensen how he felt about...Jensen.

"Jared, what's wrong?" Jensen asked suddenly from his spot in one of Jared's oversized bean bag chairs, curled up in nothing but baggy pj pants.

"Nothing," Jared tried, but Jensen just shook his head.

"Dude, don't do that. What's wrong?"

Jared stared at his lap, trying not to focus on Jensen's pretty pink lips or his tight nipples or...the fact that he was now hard. Damn it.

"Jay..." Jensen said, and whoa, he was close, face right next to Jared's.

"I'm fine!" Jared said loudly, but Jensen obviously didn't by it. He just smiled and crawled into Jared's lap.

"I know you like me," he said softly and rocked his hips down.

Jared's eyes went huge and he moaned. This had to be a dream. A really, really good wet dream. "Jen," he gasped out.

"Mmmm, s'good, Jay, right?" Jensen smiled down at him, kept rocking, then pressed his lips to Jared's.

It was good. Really, really good. He didn't know how Jensen had figured it out, but it sure saved Jared a lot of pain and time.

[veristic.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, caught in the act, OPOV

[merihn.livejournal.com]

She couldn't look away, frozen to the spot.

Low groans and whispered words, wet sounds of mouths on skin, clothing rustling as it was shoved carelessly out of the way.

She swallowed hard as the shorter of the two was pressed against the wall, his pants around his thighs and the other man kicked his legs open as far as he could, hand sliding down his back to hold him against the wall.

The taller man pressed his fingers to the other's lips, ordered him to suck, pulled them out with a ridiculous wet pop and dropped his hand down between their bodies and started to open him up with them.

She should walk away, stop watching. But she couldn't. Her feet were rooted to the spot as the shorter man moaned and pushed back, trying to move his feet further apart.

The taller man ripped his jeans open, spitting on his hand and slicking himself up roughly. He shoved the shorter man against the wall with a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed into him. The shorter man squeezed his eyes shut, face turned towards her.

She couldn't help the thrill that ran through her as the taller man fucked harsh grunts out of the other's throat.

"Yeah, you like that, Dean?"

Dean moaned and pushed back, hands scrabbling at the wall.

"C'mon, Sammy, stop pussying around. Just fuck me."

She bit her lip to hold in a gasp and Sammy settled his hands on Dean's hips and started fucking him harder until Dean yelped and came, painting the wall in front of him.

Sam growled and shoved in hard, shuddering all over before slumping against Dean.

She ran her hand over her face and found she could finally move. She stepped back out of sight and stumbled home.

♥

[jade-starlight.livejournal.com]

BSG, Apollo/Anders, substitute

[flariariia.livejournal.com]

Continued from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/18226.html?thread=7459890#t7459890)

She is gone. Suddenly disappeared and the hole inside Lee feels like it's going to eat him up. But he has iron composure and however empty inside he is, he won't buckle until the lights go off. Those last words echo inside him.

Sam buckles the minute he hears, mindless in his grief, denying even after all hope is lost. Lee takes him to his quarters, he can't remember where Sam currently lives. He pours a drink for the both of them, Sam grabs it like a life rope.

"She can't be gone."

"I know, Sam."

"She just can't."

Lee does the only thing he can, leans down to kiss him. It's wet and sloppy and sad, still such a foreign feeling, because their threesome was always about Kara. But it brings comfort to them, and a passion comes to them, like a ghost of Kara. Their uniforms peel off and their skins glue to each other with sweat and tears. The body of the other is not her, it's just a substitute.

But it's more than nothing.

[jade-starlight.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, hidden talent

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Eliot Spencer did not like guns. Nathan Ford remembered thinking it odd for a retrieval specialist. There had been no time to dwell on that mystery, but his brain filed it away for later.

Later came as he sat in his office watching the birth of LA after dark. The job in Miami was successful for the client, but a disaster for the team. He swirled two fingers of Glen Levitt as his active mind sorted through the tidbits of information he was constantly collecting.

The ex-insurance investigator thought after 20 years of chasing thieves he had learned not to pigeonhole people, but he’d taken in the long hair, cowboy boots, soft drawl, and labeled the man “muscle”, talented, but still a hitter.

Nathan thought about the things he knew about his enigmatic retrieval specialist. Eliot Spencer did not like guns, but he had a talent for identifying a weapon and its ammo from sound. He profiled the hitters from Castleman by their knife fighting style.

He’d been flummoxed when Eliot, the very talented chef, looked him in the eye at Mascones’ and with that infuriating smirk asked, “You think all I know how to do is bust heads?” Embarrassed at his own bias, he had answered truthfully, “Yes”. The man had just grunted at the affirmation, and then gave him a lesson on knives. “Knives are like people, it’s all in the context.” He quipped while chopping onions.

Eliot’s talents became Nathan’s new hobby, alongside his drinking. The two sorta went together because high levels of frustration were part of Eliot watching. Eliot was all about control, and when Nate applied alcohol, there was never control.

Nate got flashes of the retrieval specialist’s intelligence in his dry sense of humor or the cut of a tongue sharp as his knives. When the bank job had gone south, Eliot’s talent for riding herd on Parker and Hardison showed itself. Nate began relying on that talent to keep jobs running smooth. For as much as Nate studied him, Eliot studied his teammates. Eliot read people by their body language. So Nathan took advantage of that talent to express himself to Eliot.

Eliot on any day is a handsome, but private man. The team teases him unmercifully about his tom cat ways. He takes it with an eye roll and a growl. The heat of his anger is sexy as hell when you’re not receiving the brunt of the heat. Clear blue eyes turn storm cloud grey and the air crackles with leashed energy.

But being the object of Eliot’s cold fury, now that was something Nate needed to learn to avoid. It was the only time he had been afraid of Eliot. The others thought he was too drunk to move when Eliot started across the sitting room of the suite. Nate now knew how the rabbit felt like when it saw the wolf, and his only thought was death rode a pale horse, and Eliot rode horses. His body language was absolutely explosive, but his eyes were dead.

Sophie with her need to protect Nate from his own stupidity had stepped between them. She made her body language submissive by offering her throat to Eliot, but the look of disgust he had thrown at Nathan over Sophie’s shoulder, cut deep into Nate’s psyche.

After Miami, Eliot’s talent for escape made him scarce around the office. Nate tried to moderate his drinking when he knew the hitter was around. Finding out Eliot’s talent for chess gave him a reason to spend time with the long haired man.

Nate’s biggest shock came while planning their next job. He walked into Eliot’s office with a question, but stopped when he saw metal pieces spread across the top of the desk. Glasses perched on his nose Eliot carefully examined the different bits and pieces. Along with those pieces was the remainder of a 1873 Colt Peacemaker.

“Eliot, what are you doing?” Nate stared.

With an eye roll that said, ‘Here’s you sign.’ He answered. “Checkin’ the parts of this Colt.”

“Why?”

Arching an eyebrow at the older man, Eliot smirked. “I like to restore antiques.”

“Antiques?” Nate frowned.

“Yeah, antique guns.” The smirk became an chuckle.

“But you don’t like guns.” Nate stated, wondering what other hidden talents made up Eliot Spencer.

[veristic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, "leave the pieces when you go"

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, "leave the pieces when you go"

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

He needs to move. Needs to get up, get his clothes, get out. The bed is warm and Hardison's body is warmer, but that doesn't mean anything at all. They agreed to scatter for a reason, but lying next to Hardison Eliot finds that it's damn hard to remember what that reason is.

He could stay here. It's not like anyone else would know; they'd managed to keep this thing between them secret the entire time the team were working together. It's not gonna get any harder now that they're apart. Just easier. Maybe they'd be able to hold hands in the streets; maybe he'd be able to kiss Hardison once in a while during the day, just 'cause he feels like it, without worrying that it might make the team dynamic 'weird'; and maybe he'd be able to sleep like this, just like this, curled around Hardison in a perfect illusion of domestic bliss.

But they're not like normal people and if Eliot's learned anything in the past few months it's that crooks like them don't get a happy ending. He leans down, pressing his lips against Hardison's forehead as he sleeps – and then he slips away from his side, leaving that warmth behind him and always letting Hardison keep a reluctant piece of his heart.

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen, body shots

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"Jen...wha?" Jared lifted his head and shock. Jensen had been going down on him like a hoover and then just stopped. Looked up and Jared and grinned that filthy grin that Jared thought would make him come by that alone.

Then shots were mentioned and he got a good view of Jensen's naked ass as he strode out of the bedroom, very determined.

Which left Jared with a spit wet dick swinging in the breeze. Not cool.

"Jen!"

"Looking for me?"

And there he stood, same filthy smile, dick pointing at his navel with a lime and a bottle of tequila.

"What the fuck?" Jared sputtered as Jensen straddled his hips. He barely had time to gasp when Jensen went down on him. One single smooth move, the head of Jared's dick caught in the tight silky heat of Jensen's throat.

"Fuck!" He cried out, his orgasm fast and furious.

Only to gasp again as tequila was spilled into his open mouth.

"Share." Jensen ordered hoarsely. Jared complied, tasting himself on Jensen's tongue as the alcohol spilled between their lips.

Then Jensen sat back and finshed it off with a suck of a lime and shit eating grin.

"Now that's what I call a body shot."

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, Cadbury Creme Eggs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cadbury_Creme_Egg)

How Do You Eat Yours?

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha! Prompt of WIN! And I sooooo want a Creme Egg now! :D


John had been ridiculously pleased when the shipment arrived from Earth. He hasn't got much of a sweet tooth, but he misses chocolate sometimes. Misses being able to just pick it up whenever he wants. He opens the box, licking his lips when he sees the six shiny foil-covered eggs, and as always, he has to share with the person he knows does have a very sweet tooth.

He finds Rodney in the lab (where else?), grins as he waves the box at him and Rodney's eyes light up at the object in John's hand.

They take one each and John quickly unwraps his and bites half of it, feeling the gooey filling cover his tongue and the chocolate shell begin to melt, the sharp hit of sugar exploding on his tongue. He closes his eyes and moans a little, trying to smile without chocolate dribbling out of his mouth.

Rodney is much more careful with his. He savours his chocolate, makes it last as long as possible. He bites just the top of the chocolate off, holding the rest of the egg delicately with his fingers on the foil to stop it melting in his hand. John freezes when Rodney's tongue dips inside the egg and comes back out with a tantlising dollop of white filling on the end, then slipping back between his lips, and Rodney rolls the filling around his mouth before letting it slip down his throat.

Rodney repeats the action, his tongue slipping in a little further this time, and reappearing with a mixture of yellow and white goo. John swallows his chocolate with a loud gulp and his chest tightens a little, the remaining egg in his hand completely forgotten as he watches Rodney eat his sweet treat.

When Rodney can't get his tongue in any further, he peels back a little more of the foil, nibbles away some more of the chocolate and sweeps his tongue through the widened hole. John's breathing too quickly and he tries to control it before Rodney notices, but the little sound in the back of his throat gives him away and Rodney's concentration is pulled away from his candy, his eyes meeting John's in surprise.

He keeps eye contact with John and swipes his tongue through the remainder of the filling, smiling a little when John licks his lips. He swallows down the last dregs of sticky sweetness then shoves the rest of the shell into his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue. John's still staring and Rodney chuckles, his eyes flicking down to John's half-eaten Creme Egg, now melting all over his fingers.

"You gonna eat that?"

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Radek, computer tablet mixup

[lilyleia78]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, I changed the pre-sets in my truck.

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Sheppard/McKay/Carter, dog tags

Dog Tags, NC-17

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"Rodney," Sam said climbing down towards him. The slope was rocky, but she concentrated on getting to the crying form in front of the blocked cave entrance.

"Sam," he said looking up towards her disbelievingly. Without reservation he hugged her the moment she was within reach.

"Rodney, what's going on?" she asked stroking his head. His grief was so heavy she could taste it.

"He's gone. Sheppard's gone. I f-found these," he said holding out a pair of shining dog tags that said Sheppard's rank and name.

"Oh god," she said touching the metal and than looking at the cave in behind them.

"Sam, he's gone," Rodney said shaking like a leaf.

"Oh Rodney," she said stroking her hands over each side of his face.

He looked so forlorn, almost dead inside. She wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but she didn't know how. The loss of someone so close to you was impossible to get over. She leaned in, gently kissing him and felt a soft response. In any other situation his kisses would be passionate, but here they were desperate. He clung to her like she could be a replacement, like she might be able to bring him back. She couldn't do either of those things, but she could make sure he was connected to something.

"So, I'm dead not five minutes and you guys start going at it?" came a very welcome, sarcastic tone from behind them.

The kiss broke quickly and two heads turned at face him. McKay wasted no time with his greeting. He rushed John, pinning him to a tree and kissing him for all he was worth. If the kiss showed anything, this obviously was not the first time this had happened.

Sam overcome with emotion, rushed over to hug John when Rodney broke the kiss. Sheppard, either thinking she was Rodney again or just because he wanted to, kissed her instead of letting the platonic hug happen.

She reacted surprised by her own passion. Her hands went up into his hair and she pressed her body close to his. Still kissing him she opened her eyes to see Rodney staring in shock. She didn't stop.

How many good men had she seen die? How many times would she have to regret not taking the chance to be with them? Why did she always have to play the virgin Athena?

"Rodney," she said leaving Sheppard's lips, "Come here."

Rodney got closer and she pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Sheppard, still unsure, started kissing her neck. She let out a groan of encouragement as his hands unzipped her top and removed her bra. Two very different hands touched each breast, each nipple straining for attention. A third hand went down and sunk into her panties stroking her arousal. She was wet, but she wasn't ashamed of it. Hearing her moans both men pressed into her and she felt a hard erection on her thigh and on her ass. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Strip," she said and in seconds both men were fully naked and had gotten her clothing off in the process. Her hands went out, each grabbing an erection and stroking them. Her boys were moaning messes. She'd never felt so turned on in her life.

"Follow my lead," she said getting down on her hands and knees her head facing Sheppard and her ass offered to McKay. It took the boys a moment to figure out what she wanted, but when they did they were quick. John got down on his knees and put his cock in front of her face. She started sucking at it eagerly only stopping to moan when Rodney slowly inserted himself inside of her. She went back to work on John's cock as McKay fucked her from behind.

She'd always thought she'd feel disrespected or abused in this situation. Instead she felt worshiped. Two men's pleasure completely under her control. Their hands stroking her like she was a precious gem.

She glanced up when she felt a shift and saw them making out above her. That was all it took. Years of repressed arousal left her in one long, intense orgasm that had her mind spinning. She didn't feel her body at all until minutes later.

The boys must have cum as well because she had a god awful taste in her mouth and Rodney was pulling out of her. They fall collapsed on the forest floor ignoring the rocks under them. They cuddled close to one another for warmth and comfort.

"Hell," Sheppard said picking up his dog tags from the ground, "I should leave these laying around more often."

[lilyleia78]

SGA, John/Rodney, In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. ~ Mignon McLaughlin

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, McKay/Cadman, duet of a new kind

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

Her teasing didn't stop once they were separated.

He started teasing her back, and a friendship grew.

She started asking him questions about his work and he started answering them. He found she was truly intelligent under all that charm and snark.

He started showing up for her workouts to talk. She soon had him working out with her.

She learned how to reprogram a computer.

He learned how to shoot well.

The rest of Atlantis learned to expect to see them together. They were an incredible couple who had learned to dance a duet of a very different kind.

[fairyglass.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, "Super Sam"

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

maybe not exactly what you were looking for, but this prompt has been calling to me for a while now! *g*

He had her pinned against the front door as soon as they got inside, his thigh pressing between her legs, his mouth devouring hers with a hunger neither of them had felt for months and his hands running all over her body.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, groaning and breathing heavily as his mouth worked along the tight tendons of her neck.

Her fingers reached for the fly of his jeans, undoing them quickly and she slid her hand inside to grasp him through his boxer shorts. His hand slid between her legs, rubbing against the smooth fabric of her pantyhose and her head fell to his shoulder. She inhaled deeply and breathed in the scent of his leather jacket.

"James Dean is totally cheating," she whined, not for the first time tonight. He grinned at her. It wasn't that he didn't look good; he looked absolutely edible in the tight blue jeans, white t-shirt and leather jacket. But the costume she'd got stuck with...

"Is not!" he said. "There weren't any rules."

"But look what I got stuck with!" she bitched, scowling at the costume that was made of entirely too much lyrcra for her liking.

"Oh I don't know," he smirked, pulling back to leer at her, his eyes running up and down her body, "The cape's really working for me."