comment_fic | Thursday's "Take it off!"

It'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
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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.

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She's a pre-raphaelite maiden, Rossetti, blouse off one shoulder, skirt loose around her legs. She keeps her face serious and her gaze distant as she lets the shirt fall, inch by inch down her arm. She shifts slowly, lets the skirt drop, piles the shirt on top and drapes herself across the bed, Cezanne, perhaps. She reaches, stretches, and relaxes as Nate takes her hand, Degas in the movement, in the shape.

Nate is full of drama, quiet impatience. He throws down his tie like he's angry with it, his shirt falls at Eliot's feet like a challenge. His belt snaps its distrust and jangles to the ground. Interrupted, he hesitates a moment, corpsing when he can hold his own amusement at the overacting no longer. Sophie pulls him close and helps him out of his trousers, coaxing him down onto the bed beside him to close his scene.

Eliot is full of dance, never camp, never showy, but always in smooth flawless continuous motion. Contemporary, folding his body around his clothes like they were a maze to escape. There is a beat, a rhythm to it, as he unbuttoned his shirt, stretching through his shoulders, rolling his back. One arm, beat, another, beat, the shirt fell in a beat and a breath. He folds at the waist as he pulls his vest over his head, hiding in it, hesitating in the stretch for a breath and then pulling the vest the rest of the way off. His pants drop to the ground in symmetry with him standing again, and he reaches over his head as he kicks them away, lean and stretch, lean and stretch.

He rolled into bed with them, tangling them up in this new three-part-piece, canvas, stage and floor, they blend and collide and support. Just for them.

Rossetti (http://cltriplett.com/images/preraphaelite1_resize.jpg), Cezanne (http://rlv.zcache.com/paul_cezanne_leda_with_swan_postcard-p239616146946356052qibm_400.jpg), Degas (http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/upload/img/degas-after-bath-woman-drying-herself-NG6295-fm.jpg), DV8 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7c9ToyDs3mY) (my favourite obsesssion (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W86bH2pxPMs&feature=related) contemporary dance troupe). And yes, I have tried the choreography ;)

dear HTML. Since when does font size -1 mean "MAKE IT BIGGER PLEASE!" ?

Sorry about that. Too lazy to change again.

That was delicious and sexy and so in character!!!!

Love the comparisons to all the art forms - bravo :)

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