Fancy Dining Tuesday!
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comment_ficWelcome to Day 2 of Metaltron's Prompts!
Today's theme is Fancy Resturant! Our muses deserve a bit of fine dining every once in a while so here is your chance to let them get the taste of some good food and paliable wine. So in these prompts the location is some kind of fancy resturant - it can be Italian, Indian, Mexian or a good British Pub, it's up to you. And what are they there for? A meal in? A chance to discuss something important. A dangerous mission which starts inside the kitchens?! It's up to you!
Here of course once again are those pesky Prompt Rules via the great god Copy and Paste:
Today's theme is Fancy Resturant! Our muses deserve a bit of fine dining every once in a while so here is your chance to let them get the taste of some good food and paliable wine. So in these prompts the location is some kind of fancy resturant - it can be Italian, Indian, Mexian or a good British Pub, it's up to you. And what are they there for? A meal in? A chance to discuss something important. A dangerous mission which starts inside the kitchens?! It's up to you!
Here of course once again are those pesky Prompt Rules via the great god Copy and Paste:
- No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. However, if one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again!
- No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
- If there are spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces. After that, it’s totally their fault.
- Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
- Torchwood, Owen/Tosh, Waiter there's an alien in my soup!
- Star Wars, Han/Leia, Leia can't bring her husband anywhere nice where he won't kick up a fuss about the food.
- Marvel Comics, Any, "Super Heroes don't get to have nice dinners uninterrupted any more, do they?"
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Date: 2011-09-20 10:10 am (UTC)Snakes Are Never A Good Fashion Choice
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Date: 2011-09-20 11:29 am (UTC)FILLED: Purity and Salt
Date: 2011-09-20 04:59 pm (UTC)Dean smiled in a private aside to himself as he sucked long slow stripes across his salty fingers, eyes half closed in a show of pleasure. He could feel Castiel’s intense gaze resting upon him, heated interest evident in the tilt of the angel’s head and the scrutiny bestowed upon Dean’s sucking lips. The hunter groaned loudly, mock obscenely, as he licked already clean fingers again, before dipping his hand into the carton of French fries nestled in his lap.
He secretly tracked the progress of Castiel’s eyes, as his hand moved from his carton back to his mouth again, watching with too avid interest as the small, fluffy stick of potato disappeared into Dean’s mouth. Dean chewed noisily, licking his lips slowly and smiled as Castiel shifted obviously in his seat. The hunter loved to tease Castiel when he could, especially when the angel made it so easy for him to do so.
His hand dipped into his French fries again, plucking one out, before he gobbled the fry eagerly. He made another show of licking his fingers slowly, pushing his index finger slowly in and out between his lips. Castiel’s stifled groan was still loud in the silence, as the angel’s slender hands gripped his knees in a vice-like grip. Dean smirked lasciviously at him, before he plucked another fry from his carton and extended it, hand and all towards Castiel’s mouth.
“You wanna try one?” he asked, hopefully, certain that the angel would say no.
Surprisingly, Castiel’s hand snaked out, trapping Dean’s wrist and drawing the hunter’s fist closer to Castiel’s mouth. Dean watched, rapt, as the angel took the fry from Dean’s outstretched fingers, mouth closing over the pads of Dean’s fingertips. There was a hard, sharp pull as Castiel sucked the fry down in one huge gulp, before he started licking tentatively at the grease and the salt upon Dean’s fingers. Castiel’s mouth was wet and warm against Dean’s skin, making the hunter forget about the half-eaten meal in his lap. Castiel’s eyes dipped down and up again, dark lashes catching in the light as he stared at Dean intently, silently, still lapping and sucking at Dean’s fingers.
“You like that, huh?” Dean asked, gruffly, to mask his growing arousal.
Castiel didn’t reply; instead, he pulled his mouth from Dean’s fingers, and nodded, but didn’t relinquish his hold upon Dean’s hand. The hunter chuckled, closing the distance between them, and accidentally dumping his fries onto the ground. He paid them no mind, mouth already busy with kissing Castiel. The angel tasted of purity and salt, two tastes that shouldn't work together but totally did, all the same. It seemed, then to the hunter that his playful teasing of a few moments before had paid off, when Castiel gently kissed him back.
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Date: 2011-09-20 11:29 am (UTC)Featuring a very surprised Rose...
Date: 2012-11-29 07:44 am (UTC)"That depends on what you had in mind," Rose said, with a raised eyebrow and what she hoped sounded like a coyly teasing lilt, but which she suspected came out sounding awkward and arch. Jack seemed to have that effect on her when she least desired it.
"Ohh, I know of a little place we could slip into: a bit upscale but nothing too swank," Jack said. "A place I pop into whenever I'm topside."
"Well then, what are we waiting for: let's slip in," she said.
The place looked swanky on the outside, all Grecian columns and marble statues, but that seemed the norm for most of the planet, or most of what she had seen of it. A hostess clad in a gossamer gown met them in the entryway, taking their coats. Rose had been to a traditional Japanese restaurant and so, when Jack started to remove his boots, she followed his example, thinking this place had the same customs.
And then Jack started unbuttoning his shirt, which the hostess helped him out of.
Rose blinked, not that she minded the sight of Jack peeling: he peeled well, sort of David Beckham only more cuddly. But he had started peeling in a public place. "Jack, what are you... doing?" she asked, having a hard time spitting the words out.
Jack shot her an utterly naughty grin. "Oh, I forgot to tell you: it's customary to dine in the nude on this planet."
"In the nude?" Rose demanded, as another hostess approached her, gently tugging on the sleeve of her tee shirt. "What possesses them to do that?" she asked.
"Started a long time ago," Jack said, unfastening his trousers and slipping out of them. "Guess some prince was eating the local squid -- real delicacy, we should order that. Anyway, he got the ink from it all over his fancy royal robes. The prince threw a royal hissy fit -- if you'll excuse the pun -- might have had the chef beheaded, if I remember it right. Ever since, the locals decided it was better to keep that from happening again. No muss, no fuss, no stained clothes or beheaded chefs."
"Don't people... stare?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes on Jack's face and trying not to let her gaze stray down past his ribcage.
"When everyone's nude, no one notices. It's the folks with the clothes that stand out," Jack said, winking at her. "Now the shirt? Or is that pretty lady next to you going to have to stand there all day pulling on your sleeve?"
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Date: 2011-09-20 06:12 pm (UTC)She loved the hole in the wall BYOB Ethiopian place three blocks from their apartment. He'd already talked to the cooks and waitstaff about setting it up. They would have their favorite table, the one by the window so Jess could people watch. They'd serve her favorite dishes and Sam would bring the best bottle of wine he could afford.
They would eat and laugh and talk. And at the end of the night, Sam would get down on one knee. He already knew what ring he was going to buy - a blue diamond solitaire he'd seen in San Francisco. And he would look at Jess, tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted her to be his wife, how much he wanted to share his life with her.
He daydreamed about it in class. He drew sketches of rings and Jessica's eyes in the margins of his notebooks. He planned it out. It was the stuff of dreams.
It had been. Then the fire consumed it all.
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Date: 2011-09-20 01:09 pm (UTC)White Collar/Chuck, Neal/Chuck, Neal tries wining and dining Chuck with mixed results
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Date: 2011-09-20 01:11 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds/White Collar, Spencer/Hotch + Neal, Spencer and Neal are friends; they dine out at the restaurant where Sean works and when he sees what he thinks is Spencer cheating on his brother he sets about making the evening very unpleasant for the "couple"
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Date: 2011-09-20 01:12 pm (UTC)Breaking In, Dutch +or/ Cam, why you shouldn't take Dutch to nice places
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