MONDAY: SENSATIONS

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Hi everyone, I'm cala_jane and I'll be your Guest Host for tonight.

Today we're going to play with sensations - sight, smell, taste, touch... Or as dictionary.com describes it: "A perception associated with stimulation of a sense organ or with a specific body condition" and "A state of intense public interest and excitement"

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
Leverage, Eliot/Parker, Taste Test
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, overheated

And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

Comments

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, Taste Test

[weesta.livejournal.com]

The kitchen was quiet as Eliot worked. Nate and Sophie were out somewhere doing "research" and not "on a date". Hardison was locked in the office making "upgrades" but every time Eliot walked by it looked more like he was "playing games". And Parker was somewhere doing whatever it was that Parker did.

So Eliot took advantage of the down time and busied himself making a large pot of spaghetti sauce. He took his time with the vegetables - finely diced tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, peppers and garlic. Everything was incorporated into the pot of low boiling tomato sauce. Eliot dipped his finger into the vat to get a taste, but before he could bring the finger to his lips, Parker captured his hand in hers and wrapped her pink lips around it.

With gentle pressure Parker sucked the sauce into her mouth. Her tongue lightly lapped every last drop. Eliot was caught somewhere between watching the ecstasy on Parker’s face as she closed her eyes and moaned against his hand and registering the sensation of his body responding to Parker’s unexpected touch.

Drawing Eliot’s hand away from her mouth, Parker opened her eyes and gave Eliot one of her impish and inscrutable looks. She swiftly moved into Eliot’s space and pressed her mouth against his, tickling her tongue against his lips. Just as quickly pulling away Parker announced “It needs salt!” as she turned on the balls of her feet and went on her merry way.

It was more than a little while before Eliot could concentrate on the sauce again.

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, overheated

[jenab.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Jo, leather

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Jo startled when he came near. After a night of being tortured by the demon, she was like a frantic animal, jumping at every little touch, every noise. He helped her out of the handcuffs with the key he took off the creature he'd killed. “Hey, you're okay. I'm gonna get you out of here.”

Her wrists were sore and her whole body ached, but she let him help her up. She was shivering-- probably in shock, when Dean took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. It was comforting. She never thought she would feel this safe again. “Thank.. thank you.” Her voice caught, hoarse from the screaming she'd done all night. “I'm sorry, I should have listened.”

“Shh..” He whispered, then scooped her up in his strong arms. On any other day, she would have protested and told him that she could walk and that she was capable of taking care of herself. Today though, she would let him play Prince Charming and save her from the evils of the world she could only half-imagine yesterday. “There'll be time enough later for you to tell me how right I was about you not taking this case.”

She would have punched him in the arm for that one, but instead Jo rested her head on his shoulder. She was going to be okay, she was safe again-- protected by strong arms and his warm leather jacket.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

X-men, Logan/Remy/Bobby, Cold ice on hot skin

Cold ice on hot skin, X-men, Logan/Remy/Bobby

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

So, yeah. Probably not what you wanted, huh? Only, I couldn't get the thought out of my head! I'm sorry, darling - hope you like it anyway ♥




Remy shifts under the sheet, tossing and turning as he moans - caught in the throes of a fever, his body too hot, he can't get cool, can't think clearly, can't...

He kicks the sheet off - barely even aware of what he's doing. His fingers tingle with the urge to let out his power, to channel it into something, anything, to get rid of the burning running through him.

It's too hot.


*~*~*~*


Bobby watches, his knees drawn up with his feet on the seat and his arms wrapped around his legs. He keeps his eyes on Remy lying in the bed, watches as Logan tries to hold Remy down to keep him from hurting himself as he thrashes. He watches as Remy's power makes the sheet over him, the mattress under him and his pillow - the very bed he's lying on - start to glow, and Bobby swears under his breath, hurrying forward to help Logan try to contain their lover.

He rests the back of his hand against Remy's forehead - vague memories of what his own mother used to do to him when Bobby was still a child. Remy's burning up, skin hot to the touch, and Bobby exchanges a look with Logan over Remy's body.

Remy's muttering, words in Cajun and French and the barest murmurs of English, the sheets glowing brighter, hotter, and Bobby does the only thing he can think of.

He ices over his hand - just a thin layer - and rests that hand on Remy's forehead, the ice melting almost immediately as it comes in contact with Remy's skin.

"Again," Logan orders, gaze flicking between Bobby and Remy.

Bobby ices his hand again - again the ice melts before it can do much good - Remy's too hot, and Bobby remembers his old Biology lessons when he was still at school, how the brain can over-heat and die, or something, and so Bobby takes his power further, transforms himself into living ice and lowering the temperature around them.

He crawls onto the bed beside Remy, wrapping his arms around his lover, and Logan steps back as the temperature lowers even further.

"Please," Bobby whispers, hears Logan echo him.

They stay like that for an hour or more, Bobby wrapped around Remy and Logan standing over them, watching them and Bobby holds Logan's gaze as he whispers in Remy's ear, talking to him, trying to break this fever down the only way he knows how.

And Remy starts to settle - the glow fading from the bed as the kinetic energy becomes static again, the power fading back into Remy. He stops muttering words and phrases and begging pleas.

And Logan moves closer again, testing Remy's temperature and he nods to Bobby, leaning down to press a kiss to Bobby's mouth as Bobby transforms back to flesh, panting and exhausted.

"You did good, kid," Logan says quietly, and he draws up a chair beside the bed. "Go to sleep - I'll wake you if anything happens."

Bobby curls around Remy - back down to a normal temperature now, although still just slightly too-warm to the touch - and he falls asleep with Remy in his arms and Logan sitting beside them.

a taste of magic

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

The first kiss was tinged with a crackling energy which Arthur knew wasn’t merely attraction, or raw nerves of soft lips scraped together, but magic. He had felt magic before in all those times when facing troubles, when his servant has saved his life. However, he’d never tasted it before, or known that it’d ring through the body, with echoed force like a climax. He didn’t realize that touching Merlin’s skin in this state would be like burning his hand, or that the shock would remain in him, twisting and turning long after their lips parted, gasping for breath.

He didn’t share his father’s hatred of magic, and the discovery of magic on Merlin, magic licked off, trapped in his hands, taken was a thing of fascination and not repulsion.

Broken apart, Merlin looked wary, not merely that his secret was revealed, for the kiss had been so abrupt that one minute they had been arguing and the next Arthur was pulling his face in closer. His eyes looked bluer in this light. Were they?

He saw Merlin’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously.

“Prince Arthur–”

“When I am king, you’ll be my advisor on magical things. Their affairs will be in your hands, to your discernment.”

And being that it was Arthur, it was the closest to an endearment and promise that he got.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Merlin using magic to touch Arhur from the other side of the room

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

Arthur let his eyes slide discreetly to his manservant, who sat apparently engrossed in a book about medicinal herbs. His face was a sillhouette against the fire, his eyelashes casting long shadows against his cheeks. He was beautiful, and it took conscious effort for Arthur not to stare. He tried to keep his eyes on Morgana's face, his attention on whatever she was talking about now, but his gaze kept flickering to the young man by the fire, caught by the graceful movement of Merlin's long fingers against the faded pages of the book.

He wanted those hands on him, wanted to kiss and hold them, taste their joints and flick his tongue over the pulse-point on Merlin's wrist. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them Merlin was looking back, his eyes shining almost golden in the firelight.

Arthur's mouth went dry, and for a moment he almost thought he could feel those fingers against his face. No - he could feel them. Knew them as well as he knew his own name. Merlin's mouth stretched into a smirk, and he looked back down at his book. His hands were moving, now, stroking the page as if to clear dust from it, but Arthur could feel his callouses scraping over his throat, sliding down his shoulders, and then there were lips pressed to the back of his neck, and that was it.

He stood up in a rush of red velvet. "Morgana." He blurted. "Please excuse my rudeness, but I must plead a headache. If we could continue this another time...?"

Morgana's lips thinned, but she nodded. "My lord." She acknowledged, and swept out of the room with a grace that really was far too slow for Arthur's tastes.

Once he was sure she was gone, he crossed the room in two strides. The book fell to the floor as he pulled Merlin up, crushing his lips to the warlock's, demanding. Merlin chuckled low and throaty against his mouth, and Arthur kissed down to his jawline and across to his ear. "You are a damned tease, boy."

"If it does not please you," Merlin murmured back, all sly deference, "I'll be sure to never use that particular piece of sorcery again."

"Don't you dare." Arthur growled back, and muffled a moan against Merlin's skin as two pairs of hands slid beneath his tunic.

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

"Wait. What?" Ben stared at him. Michael waved a hand at the computer screen.

"That smooch you gave me at the con. It's everywhere. The Stargate fans are going crazy. Especially those weird ones, what are they called? Slammers?"

"Slashers. You know, back-slash?" Ben approached the desk and leaned over Michael's shoulder to stare at the screen. Michael returned his gaze to the screen, frowning.

"You could have given me a warning, you know," Michael grumbled.

"From what I understand, that's not how the tradition goes. Sam was too much of a wuss to sneak one from you, though," Ben said casually. Michael glared at him. Ben shrugged. "That's just what they say around the set. Don't shoot the messenger."

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“I can't sleep,” Dean complained and rolled over in the bed, tossing the thin sheet off himself. All the tossing and turning was starting to bother the angel, who couldn't get comfortable while the boy kept moving. “I thought Mexico would be fun, but it's fucking hot down here. And my sunburn is all itchy, damn it.”

Castiel glanced over to Sam, who was in the other bed sleeping peacefully and sighed. It was just his luck that he'd been delegated to sharing the bed with Dean, the younger brother said it being something to do with Dean being his charge, his responsibility-- his pain in the neck that wouldn't quit flopping around in the bed.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?” Dean asked, perplexed.

“Just do it.” Castiel told him, waiting until Dean did so. Then he got up from the bed, stretched his wings out and began flapping them slightly. They created a small breeze, gently blowing air through the room and cooling it down considerably.

Dean stopped moving, then he started making little peaceful noises that indicated he was finally lost in sleep. Every so often, he would mutter something about 'my baby' or 'mmm.. Impala.' Once he was certain the boy would not wake up again, Castiel stopped and returned to the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't need sleep, but he liked getting some anyway.

It didn't take long for the kid to start snoring. It rose to such a crescendo, Castiel put a pillow over his own face. That did little good though; he could still hear what sounded like a lumberjack with an electric saw.

The angel groaned and started rubbing his forehead in tiny circles, Dean Winchester was going to be the death of him-- and that was pretty hard task to accomplish considering Castiel wasn't even really alive to being with.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, waking up to the smell of pancakes

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Alec wakes up slowly, stretching like a cat in the best ray of sunlight ever. He's comfortable, and worn out, and damn happy it's a day off. Cos going into the office? So would not be happening.

Eventually it sinks into his brain that the other side of the bed is empty, and he cracks one eye open. He's almost tempted to get mad, cos he was damn good, and there wasn't any girlie cuddling after, and Eliot could not have been weirded out into leaving... And then he realizes that something smells amazing, and it ain't his coffee brewer.

He rolls out of bed, sighing loudly when he realizes he has to actually go looking for his pajama pants. The only reason he finds them is cos one pant leg is curled up over the arm of his Obi-Wan Kenobi cut-out. (The original, of course, not that McGregor did a bad job, but the man ain't no Sir Alec Guiness.)

Alec wanders out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He has to stop to appreciate Eliot standing at the stove in nothing but a t-shirt and boxer briefs, flipping pancakes, before he walks up and presses against him.

"Mornin' sleepy head," Eliot says, undeterred from focusing on his cooking. "You want bacon with these?"

"Nah, man," Alec says, and kisses along his neck. "I was thinkin' maybe sausage would be good."

Eliot huffs out a laugh and elbows him off. "You are such a dork..."

[summerstorm.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy, George/Amanda, freedom

(Amanda's Shannon Lucio's character in the finale; if anyone writes this--and God, please do, I need some happy--the fic will probably contain spoilers for it. Fair warning.)

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

X-men, wee!Remy & Logan, using smell and hearing to find the de-aged Remy

[havenward.livejournal.com]

The flipside of this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/44151.html?thread=9828215#t9828215).


He moves slowly, carefully. The mansion is more or less quiet - most of the students are either in class or outside. But Remy is both quick and clever, especially when he's focused. And for a game like hide and seek? The kid's most definitely focused.

Logan passes first one classroom and then another, breathing deep. Remy's been past here, but the scent goes on. He knows the kid has left a false trail, so he strains to listen. The little punk could probably be silent, if he had the patience of an adult. (And hell, the full grown version didn't have much patience to begin with.)

There. In the kitchen. The barest sounds of giggling.

His steps are nearly silent now, slow and gentle as much to keep his boots from making noise as it is to keep from pinging Remy's kinesthetic sense. Not the pantry... not the cabinets... not the cupboards under the island...

Logan tips his head up toward the ceiling and grins.

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, taste of an angel

[merihn.livejournal.com]

No fic. I just HAD to say I love your icon.OMG. He looks so sly and AWESOME.

♥

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

XF, Mulder/Krycek, kisses tasting like blood

Kisses tasting like blood, XF, Mulder/Krycek

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Krycek's lip is still bleeding from the punch when he presses his mouth to Mulder's, licks his tongue over Mulder's lips and coaxes the other man's mouth open. Mulder just stands there under his touch, all tensed up like he's not sure if he wants to pull away and throw another punch or pull Krycek nearer.

So Krycek makes the decision for him - wraps his right hand, his only working hand, around the nape of Mulder's neck and rubs soothingly, feels Mulder respond, hears and feels the little moan Mulder lets escape.

And Mulder's mouth opens just a little bit more, and Krycek grins to himself and licks that unique taste from Mulder's tongue before he pulls back and steps away, dropping from all points of contact with the other man.

"See you, my drug," Krycek says with a grin, and he turns and vanishes from Mulder's sight into the darkness, leaving Mulder with the taste of blood in his mouth and on his lips.

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

XF, Mulder/author's choice, seeing colors

[pipisafoat]

"It's an experimental drug," I explained to him. "Emphasis on mental."

"It's a hallucinogen," he answered sharply. "I'm hallucinating. Just let me call Scully."

I shook my head. "No can do. You know she wants to shoot me."

"Aww, c'mon, Alex. I'll protect you."

"No, you won't." I waved his gun at him. "Remember how I took this so you wouldn't shoot everything?"

He laughed and shrugged. "Well, you should have told me how damn ugly my apartment is."

"I did."

He paused, thought about it for a minute. "Well, I didn't believe you."

"You do now."

"Yeah, because I'm hallucinating colors." He pointed at the shirt I was wearing. "That's red?"

"That's red."

"So that's green?"

"Yeah, green hat. Mulder, we've been through all this at least five times already."

He shrugged. "Well, I have something to tell you. I liked that hat better when it was gray."

I laughed. "Alright. I'll get a gray version if you agree to try this out long-term."

"Sure," he agreed. "Keep the shirt, though. You look ridiculously good in red for it to be the color I can't see most of the time."

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Merlin, girl!Merlin/Arthur, wine tasting

Wine tasting, Merlin, girl!Merlin/Arthur

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Merlin lies back on Arthur's bed - naked, just the way she likes it when Arthur's looking at her like that - and she licks her lips, watches Arthur mimic it unconciously.

"Thought you were going to teach me," she says, "so that I don't get drunk on the wines and ales not worth bothering with."

"I am," Arthur says, his eyes running over her body and Merlin shivers. "I'm just looking for the best place to start."

Cocking her eyebrow, Merlin props herself up on her elbows to look at Arthur properly.

"Well, my mouth might be a good place to start."

Arthur grins at her - a mix of cheeky school boy and lusting knight - and he leans over, laying his hand flat on her belly and pressing her back down against the mattress.

"You know," Merlin muses as she stares at the ceiling, "it's supremely unfair that I'm the only one naked in here." She cuts her eyes sideways to Arthur and narrows them, feeling the magic flow through her.

Arthur looks down at his now-naked body and sighs.

"Restraint, Merlin, or do I have to tie you up as well?"

"Tying me up wouldn't stop me from being able to do this," Merlin sasses back, and she trails her magic over Arthur's bare skin and down, wrapping it around his cock. He moans, and Merlin smirks. "Wine tasting," she says, and Arthur nods vaguely, waving a hand in the direction of the wine skin until Merlin rolls her eyes and lets it slide into Arthur's hand.

He shakes the touch of her magic off and uncorks the skin, bringing it to his mouth to swallow a mouthful and Merlin watches her Prince's throat move, watches the slightest trickle escape from the corner of his mouth, and then Arthur leans down to share the taste with her in a kiss.

"Nice," Merlin breathes, and Arthur grins, lifts the skin and pours a trickle over Merlin's body, letting it puddle in the curve her stomach makes as she lies there. "That's cold, you bastard."

"Language," Arthur chides, and he bends down to drink the wine from the natural cup her body makes, licking and sucking and biting at her skin perhaps slightly more than necessary and lifting his head to grin at her when Merlin can't help but whimper at the thought of the mark he's sure to have brought up. Arthur's always been a possessive prat, determined to mark her even in places where no one else can see, and the thought makes Merlin want.

"Tilt your head back," Arthur murmurs, coming close and Merlin can smell the spice-fruit of the wine on Arthur's breath as she moves, tilting her head back on the pillow and baring her throat, letting Arthur puddle more wine into the hollow her collarbone defines and keeping perfectly still while Arthur drinks it up, holding the mouthful and moving so he can share it with her in another kiss.

"Enough," Merlin grinds out when she breaks away from the kiss, her hands already reaching for Arthur and dragging him down, determined to leave some marks of her own.

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen, you smell like sweets

rps, jared/jensen, you smell like sweets

[wellowned.livejournal.com]

jensen has never been so hungry in all his life. he swears it didn't start until he was on supernatural, until he met a sasquatch named padalecki. but ever since, god. it just always smells like candy and jensen is so. fucking. hungry.

it isn't until they're at a convention and he knows that jared ran out of gummy worms about a week before that he even realizes it. jared leans over his shoulder to read a note that one of the ushers had handed him from the crowd and jensen smells it. like someone just opened a pack of twizzlers and is teasing him with it. it's weird, like that craving for sour patch kids that jensen got just before hiatus and jared had swamped him in a hug before boarding a plane back to san antonio.

he keeps an eye out for it, and finds himself craving m&ms when jared sits next to him to play madden, mike and ike's when jared makes breakfast on their lone off day between shows, sweettarts and sprees when they go out for steaks at that one place a coupla miles from downtown vancouver. it's jared.

and when the thought crosses his mind that jared probably tastes just as sweet, well, jensen doesn't quite know what to do with that but experiment and see.

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, blind-fold

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

umm ... hmm ... do you have a vision/preference for blind-folder and blind-foldee?

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Chad, what a fancy smell

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

I've got nothing for this prompt, i just fucking ADORE your icon beyond reasonableness.

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

RPS, Colin, stealing Jared's sweets

(what? obsessed with Colin? Who? Me?)

[otempora42.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Kirk/McCoy, vertigo

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

There were times when McCoy stared out the window of the Enterprise and marvelled at the vastness of space. The beauty overwhelmed his innate fear, and he could just stare for hours if he had the time. But dammit, he was a doctor, and couldn't waste his time oggling.

But there were times when he caught a glimpse of the distant stars and the absolute nothing that was out there, and the sensation of falling gripped him so hard he choked. It always happened when he wasn't paying attention, or when he thought about it too hard.

Once, he had passed a window and become entranced, the vaccuum outside like a siren's call to his mind. He staggered, and slammed into a warm body. "Whoa, there, Bones," a voice said. McCoy could barely hear it. "Bones? Hey! McCoy!" McCoy's legs buckled, and they sank to the floor. McCoy held on to the person's arms fiercely, knowing that if he let go he'd fall and never stop falling...

"Hey!" Kirk gripped his jaw and forced his head around. "McCoy! Breathe, dammit!" And just like that, his lungs released with a great gasp, and colour flooded back into his vision. He leaned against Kirk, sucking in grateful breaths as his captain held him close. The hall was deserted, thank god, so this wouldn't effect Kirk's standing with the rest of his crew.

Kirk pressed a hand to McCoy's head and pressed the doctor's face to his shoulder. He planted a firm kiss to the top of McCoy's head and squeezed his arm. "I thought these were getting better," Kirk murmured into his hair.

"This is the worst I've had in years. I think it's a fluke," McCoy said, relaxing into Kirk's chest.

"Okay?" Kirk asked. McCoy nodded. Kirk patted McCoy's head and helped him stand on shaky legs. Kirk cupped McCoy's face with his hands. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you out here, remember? You're going to die an old man back on Earth. I'll make sure of it. Trust me." Kirk drew McCoy close for a quick, fierce kiss. When he pulled back, he patted McCoy's cheek and grinned before walking away.

That was the last panic attack McCoy had serving under Jim.

[kseda.livejournal.com]

Tin Man, Glitch/Cain, coarse

[kseda.livejournal.com]

Life, Charlie/Ted, fluorescent lights

[twasadark.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Max/Alec, lips, rain, springtime

Might not be what you wanted but...

[daria234.livejournal.com]

When he kissed her, he was surprised. He thought of Max as so much more experienced, so much more sure and knowing and solid than he was. The sexier-than-sin badass who always did the right thing. The one who saved his ass when he did something dumb.

The one who always had her shit together.

But when he kissed her the first time, she was hesitant. Scared, even. Virginal.

Okay, not virginal. But confused and conflicted and kind of innocent. Like she had no idea what he was doing. Like she was shocked to find herself enjoying the taste of his lips.

And when she pulled back, she gave him a look that almost hid the "What the hell just happened? Is that what I think it was?" behind the typical Max veneer of "Don't make me mad or I'll put you down to the floor before you know what hit you."

Almost hid it, but not quite.

And as Max walked away, Alec locked in his memory of her face, lips flushed bright red so that they stood out from everything else in Alec's line of sight, like red petals that get blown onto a gray beach after a springtime storm. Or a gash on an injured body that gets washed away by the rain, disturbingly lovely to look at even when you know it means failure and pain.

It would not be the last time Alec noticed that she was most beautiful right before she walked away.

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

RPS/Firefly, captain!Jeff Morgan/Pauley Perrette, scarred fingers

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

She's always been a touchy person. Not touchy exactly, but touchy. She likes to touch and be touched. She likes the play of texture and temperature, the feeling of well worn controls, the weight of a lover pressing her down, the tender skin of an inner thigh, the rough callouses of hard working hands.

Her captain? He's not a touchy guy. Well, he can be touchy but not, you know, touchy like she is. So when he slips into her cockpit (is too her cockpit) and slides his big, warm hands up her back, his fingers playing over the bare skin at the base of her neck, she nearly purrs with appreciation.

The tiny scars on the finger tips almost can't be seen unless you know to look for them, but they rub over her and she feels each and every one, his own personal morse code telling her how much he appreciates her and her crazy mad flying prowess.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Star Trek RPS, Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, lick

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

It's a game. A bet. See how long Zach can go without making a sound as Chris tortures him, brings him to the very brink then back down again. Zach's mouth is puffy and swollen from biting his lips, an angry red except for where his teeth are digging into them, the pretty pink skin now pulled taut and pale. Zach just has too much fucking willpower, Chris decides.

"Turn your ass over," he barks, ignoring the smug twitch in the corner of Zach's mouth, like he thinks he's going to win. Again. Then Chris is pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them. He starts at the nape of Zach's neck and flicks his tongue out across the knobby bump at the top of his spine, smirk spreading across Zach's skin as he watches his fists clench the sheets, feels Zach's body stiffen and arch underneath him.

He takes his time, hands ghosting over Zach's ribs as he drags his tongue lower, over every ridge and bump - pausing once to taste one of Zach's freckles, right below his shoulder blade - and the farther south he goes, the more Zach's body shakes underneath him, a glistening layer of sweat breaking out across his skin, salty against Chris' tongue.

Chris hates this game. What's the point in making Zach come apart and lose his shit if he can't hear him, those deep, shaky breaths, the way his voice cracks when Chris touches him in the right spot - he's ready for the stupid game to be over, to fuck Zach so hard he screams so much his throat feels raw. He slides lower on the bed, mouthing Zach's skin on the way down, smearing sweat and saliva down the center of his back until his lips come to a rest at the base of Zach's spine.

Zach's got the sheets so twisted up in his fists he's pulled the bottom sheet completely off the corners of the bed, his head resting on the bare mattress. Chris grins, slips his fingers into the groove of Zach's hips and drags his tongue down the center of Zach's ass, flicking lightly between the crease, then pushing-

"Christopher." Zach growls, threads ripping under his fingers, and let's out a long, shuddering breath.

Chris smiles and flips Zach over, fucking into Zach's mouth with his tongue, letting him taste the flavor of skin and sweat and arousal painted all over his tongue. He sits back on Zach's legs, stroking his cock and grins like the cocky bastard he is.

"I win."

Okay, so maybe he does like this game after all.