Friday - Free-for-All
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comment_ficHey, guys! Happy weekend! As you know, it's Friday so we skip the concept of a theme for today's prompts and just go crazy!
Just please remember to follow our rules!
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
Format your prompts appropriately. For example:
X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik, "just when you're leaving"
White Collar, Author's choice, "you want me to put that in WHAT?"
Sherlock/Harry Potter, Sherlock/Snape, bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses...
Have fun!
Just please remember to follow our rules!
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
Format your prompts appropriately. For example:
X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik, "just when you're leaving"
White Collar, Author's choice, "you want me to put that in WHAT?"
Sherlock/Harry Potter, Sherlock/Snape, bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses...
Have fun!
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:32 pm (UTC)The First Attempt - rating: M
Date: 2011-12-31 04:15 am (UTC)For his part, Richard Castle did try to make it work. He played it down, sticking to casual clothes, taking her for a walk through the city before settling in at a sidewalk café for coffee and a bear claw. He talked about Alexis and his mother, and she even managed to listen for a while. But the level of distraction was growing.
He was in the middle of telling her the tale of Alexis trying to wade through the reflecting pool fully clothed during a trip to DC when Kate found herself zoning out. She tried to listen, but her mind was too busy watching his lips. Then his tongue, darting out to lick away the milk foam that caught there. Then it was the hand on her leg that just kept drifting…
He stopped talking and she was flushed. His fingers on her thigh were high enough to hike her skirt up past the point of decency and she was biting at her lip. He’d insisted that a week of nightly visits that ended with both of them naked and sated was long enough for them to keep their hands to themselves in public. “It’s about time we went on our first date,” he said, grinning like a damn kid. He’d poked her then, prodding her until she relented, in spite of her better judgement.
Now as her eyes slipped shut - imagining his fingers straying just a bit higher then brushing against her panties until the moisture plastered them tightly against her clit - she couldn’t wait to tell him, “I told you so.” A little whimper escaped her lips as his short nails grazed against her inner thigh, making her forget where she was.
“Kate.”
His voice broke through her arousal, but only urged her on. She licked her lips, tilting her head up to look at him. “Yes, Castle?”
She could practically hear him gulp as his grip tightened once more on her thigh and he quickly put down his coffee cup. Suddenly, a peal of laughter broke out from the woman seated behind her, making her jump. Forcing her to remember that this was a date. A date at a sidewalk café in New York.
Blinking, she managed to sit up, shaking her head as she realized that he had removed his hand. He laughed and she rolled her eyes, but they both knew this first date was a bust.
"We'll try again later, Castle. Don't pout," Kate promised, her hand stroking his cheek apologetically.
But he was already tossing cash on the table for the bill and offering her a hand to help her get up. Once she tugged her skirt back into place, all that was left to do was to a hail a cab back to her place.
Re: The First Attempt - rating: M
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 02:42 pm (UTC)no new fic, but...
Date: 2011-06-24 06:46 pm (UTC)http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/147093.html?thread=31336597
Just as an appetizer until this prompt gets answered. Cheers.
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:47 pm (UTC)No fic yet
Date: 2011-06-24 08:37 pm (UTC)Re: No fic yet
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Date: 2011-06-24 02:57 pm (UTC)filled - potentially triggering for some perhaps?
Date: 2011-10-23 05:25 am (UTC)He snakes his arms around her waist. Her navy bathrobe is silk against his skin and he can feel how thin she is, how frail, despite her curves. He buries his face at the crook of her neck and inhales her. She doesn't move to put her hands over his like she normally would. He hugs her closer.
"Did I do something?" he murmurs, partially humored. He's sure there's nothing. No reaction. "You're awfully silent, and still." She teeters sideways, but he's there to steady her. "Mal? Why are you acting this way?"
"I'm allowed: I'm bleeding!" she snarls, indignant, spinning around in his arms. He steps back and she is. Her wrists are cut open, several long, vertical gashes decorating them both. There's a razor blade dangling between her fingers, slick with blood. I touched her, she wasn't bleeding. Was she? How could I have missed it? It's happening again - what am I doing wrong...
"I can't wake up, Dom," she whines, voice hoarse and tired. Shaking violently with nerve damage, she lifts the razor again and slashes her wrist before him for every statement that she makes: "I CAN'T WAKE UP. I CAN'T WAKE UP!" She's repeating it again and again, manic, cutting into her tendons as he steps back from her and she advances.
Dom starts awake in a cold sweat, tears in his eyes and he can't catch his breath. He removes the PASIV needle from his arm and shuts its case. Another day begins.
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