Tuesday: Well, you see...
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comment_ficSo, I'm sorry about the late post yesterday. I was away on a work thing and my phone died and somehow that's always when there's a problem. Also I was on the moon, with Steve!
Excuses, I know, which also is the theme for today! Maybe someone is late, failed to show up or accidentally broke something? Or something more serious? Something more mundane?
Remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* No more than five promtps in a row
* No spoilers until a week after publication/airdate
* If your prompt is filled you can post another one
Examples!
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, "There was this girl..."
RPS/Leverage, Chris/Steve + Eliot, "I swear he looked just like you!"
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Excuses, I know, which also is the theme for today! Maybe someone is late, failed to show up or accidentally broke something? Or something more serious? Something more mundane?
Remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* No more than five promtps in a row
* No spoilers until a week after publication/airdate
* If your prompt is filled you can post another one
Examples!
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, "There was this girl..."
RPS/Leverage, Chris/Steve + Eliot, "I swear he looked just like you!"
(tag=excuses)
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:16 pm (UTC)Filled: Possessive
Date: 2011-09-15 10:49 pm (UTC)He reclined at his desk, taking the time to stretch and crack his back. Several hours sitting in front of a computer screen did strange things to the spine. He glanced down at the bottom right hand drawer, where he knew his ARI was. It had been a long time since he'd put those on, but then it had also been a long time since he's been this stuck on something before. His eyes fell over the open case files, the numerous post its, highlighted sections and then flicked up to the map pinned up on the wall. There was a rough circular pattern, but it also correlated with the outskirts of the city. It was still too much of a chance to say that the killer was operating in the city when it could be just as likely that he was operating just outside of it. He had poured over surveillance footage, but there was only so much to go on. It just wasn't the norm to put cameras out on the streets.
What could it hurt?
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Date: 2011-09-08 12:34 am (UTC)Amy rolled her eyes. "Doctor, we're married."
"So?" He flipped a few switches distractedly, and something hummed inside the console. "Married people are still people. And people still like bunkbeds. Because bunkbeds are-"
"Yeah, cool, whatever. Can we just have a normal bed?" Rory interjected, impatiently crossing his arms.
The Doctor spun to face him, a skeptical look crossing his face. "Why?" He drew the word out, punctuating it with a quirk of his eyebrow.
"They're a bit.... Cramped." Amy stepped forward, knocking her arm against Rory's as he turned to her with a look of disbelief on his face.
"How does he not get this?" He whispered. She 'shh'd him softly, reaching out and catching hold of the Doctors sleeve as he turned back to the endless sea of knobs and buttons and wibbly levers.
"We don't want anything fancy. Just a normal bed. One normal bed."
"On the floor?"
"On the floor." She smiled. "Please?"
He sighed loudly, throwing his hands up as he slid away from them once again. "Yes. Fine. You may have a normal bed. Why anyone would choose that over a bed with a ladder, I'll never know."
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Date: 2011-09-06 01:00 pm (UTC)Hardison stumbled against Lucille and pulled at his pants. Eliot had ripped the buttons right off and he didn’t think the zipper was ever going to be right again. Oh damn. Damn. His best Super Mario shirt had grass stains and Eliot sized tears in it, too. Where the hell did his shoes go? He liked those Converse.
Eliot didn’t look much better. He was still lying in the grass, the sex-mania having obviously passed by now. His hair was a mess, full of grass and leaves, and his shirt had disappeared entirely. Stupid man still had his boots on.
Oh man. Eliot’s boots.
Hardison took a deep breath. He shouldn’t think about Eliot’s boots. Or how amazing he looked without his shirt and his jeans hanging around his knees. And he definitely shouldn’t think about how easy it would be to just dive on top of him and start up round four. Definitely not. That would be bad. For some reason.
He started contemplating Eliot’s lips and chest and the best way to attack them (this time, maybe as revenge for round two when Eliot savaged his shirt and made him come so hard he blacked out). And then the back doors of Lucille swung open and Parker stepped out.
And Hardison remembered exactly why he shouldn’t be thinking about the best way to make Eliot moan like a porn star. “Oh god, it was sex pollen, I swear it was sex pollen. This is why I do not do the outdoors.
“Oh, I know. I watched.” Parker’s eyes were big and her grin was devilish, like she was planning on stealing the Hope Diamond again. “Can you do it again?”
Eliot groaned.
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Date: 2011-09-06 02:21 pm (UTC)Tiny fill
Date: 2011-09-07 01:58 am (UTC)"...You are responsible for getting me a new mattress, once you've burned that one."
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