Thursday's "Take it off!"
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comment_ficIt's my last day of hosting. :O Thanks everyone for a terrific week and for making this place so awesome to hang out. Special thanks to our amazing codemonkeys volunteer and work tirelessly for this kickass comm.
Today's theme is called "Take it off!" which you can interpret as you like. ;)
A reminder of the rules:
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled, you can then prompt again
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Also, for the sake of our amazing coders, please remember to use the proper format for prompts.
Examples:
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tag="takeitoff"
Today's theme is called "Take it off!" which you can interpret as you like. ;)
A reminder of the rules:
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled, you can then prompt again
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Also, for the sake of our amazing coders, please remember to use the proper format for prompts.
Examples:
For a single fandom:
- Criminal Minds, Hotch & any, S/he's never seen Hotch without a tie
- The Mentalist, Cho/Jane, "Do you even own casual clothes?"
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
- CSI New York/Without a Trace, Any, Striptease
Nothing here strike your fancy? Take a look at the archive of Lonely Prompts.
tag="takeitoff"
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Date: 2010-09-02 07:43 pm (UTC)Filled. Lestrade/girl!Watson "Utterly Impossible"
Date: 2010-10-03 07:17 am (UTC)Utterly Impossible (http://noveltea.livejournal.com/280659.html?mode=reply)
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Date: 2010-09-02 07:56 pm (UTC)Filled: Burn Notice
Date: 2010-12-21 07:52 am (UTC)She slithers across the floor with a well-practiced shimmy of hips and back that would make any other man melt to the floor in a hot puddle of submissive lust.
Michael Westen is made of stuff far sterner than that.
So Fiona learns how to move like a cat across the floor, sliding dress and shoes off, her hips in rhythm with the strummed guitar on the radio.
That does a little bit more for him than he’d expected. He coughs and crosses his legs.
She smiles knowingly and unhooks her bra single-handedly, slinging it at him from over her shoulder. The panties slip to the floor soon afterwards, kicked behind her. Crawling to Michael, she rubs herself against his legs as she crawls up, them, straddling his knees.
“Michael,” she purrs, “I think we should take this into the bedroom.”
“Right,” he said stiffly, picking her up. “Aren’t you going to take off that hat?”
She smiled. “It adds a bit of character, don’t you think?”
Michael didn’t argue with her, not even when she kept it on during her long ride to ecstasy.
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Date: 2010-09-02 08:21 pm (UTC)(Why Abby doesn't wear the collars anymore is up to the author's choice)
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Date: 2010-09-02 08:50 pm (UTC)Compelled
Date: 2010-09-02 09:07 pm (UTC)"You heard me."
"You're not seriously expecting--"
"Take your pants off! Right now!"
"My pants? Sammy are you--" Sam's thumb clicked the hammer back and Dean's hands went up. "Okay, okay, if you're that damned insistent..."
Sammy didn't take his eyes off Dean's face as he fumbled with his belt and snap, then unzipped. Sam waved the gun impatiently. "NOW, Dean!"
"Shit, calm down!" He had to slide off his boots, but he got the pants off.
"Kick them away."
"Sam, if this is some kind of sick power game--"
"KICK THEM AWAY!"
Dean did so, and out of nowhere there was Cas, flinging the denim into the tub behind them and throwing salt and gasoline in. Then a match, and the fabric was consumed -- with the sound of a scream.
Dean's lower body glowed slightly, then he gasped as his legs collapsed. Cas caught him and guided him to a chair as Sam blew the air out of his cheeks and pushed the hammer back forward, sticking the gun into his waistband.
"What the hell was that?" Dean gasped.
"A tagalong," Cas said. "Seriously, that's what we call it. It climbs into fabrics and tags along from one place to another. We think you picked it up on the last job, but yours decided to stick around."
"You're just special like that, Dean," Sam quipped, and Dean glared at him.
"Shut up and get me a pair of britches, Francis."
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