Monday - The morning after
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Today's theme is "The morning after"
Waking up after a weekend binge. That awkward moment when you wake up next to someone and can't remember their name. Any situation that carries over to the next morning.
crazycatt71 and they put me in charge for the week. Woo Hoo!Today's theme is "The morning after"
Waking up after a weekend binge. That awkward moment when you wake up next to someone and can't remember their name. Any situation that carries over to the next morning.
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Torchwood, Owen, Owen goes on a drinking binge after Dianne leaves, what happens the morning he wakes up to find Jack in his flat?
Sherlock, Mycroft/Lestrade, Mycroft & Lestrade wake up in bed together, neither can remember what happen or how they got there.
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Torchwood, Owen, Owen goes on a drinking binge after Dianne leaves, what happens the morning he wakes up to find Jack in his flat?
Sherlock, Mycroft/Lestrade, Mycroft & Lestrade wake up in bed together, neither can remember what happen or how they got there.
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:03 pm (UTC)Well, well, well...
Date: 2014-02-24 02:30 pm (UTC)Toby fucked me for hours. He fucked until I was tired and aching all over and begging for respite, and still went on. He fucked and I came, again, and again, and again. And it was worth it. It was worth all the nights of despair, the nights of cajoling, the nights I'd spent waiting for planets to collide.
It was worth it when, breathless and sated, we held each other and laughed; when high on pleasure, we curled around one another and slipped into the dreamless sleep of the exhausted and well-fucked. It was even worth it when, long after the sun had risen in the sky, that I awoke, alone, to sheets smelling of our married perspirations and stained with the evidence of our act.
I wanted to hate him then, but I knew I never would.
Re: Well, well, well...
Date: 2014-02-24 02:39 pm (UTC)Hot and so wonderfully brilliant. Have I told you lately that I adore your Dorian? I can hear him perfectly in my head, and OH, what I wouldn't give to hear Vla himself to say some of those words ;)
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:41 pm (UTC)Three Musketeers (any version), Athos/Aramis, waking up together
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:41 pm (UTC)Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, Reese has a hangover and a vague memory of hitting on Finch
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:43 pm (UTC)Arrow, Digg/Oliver, wake up in bed together although neither can remember how they got there.
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:48 pm (UTC)Thank you love!
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The sun is up, just outside the window. Blocked by thick, heavy curtains that render the room dark as though it were the middle of the night.
Toby is cold in his arms, his chest so still and pale that it could be mistaken for the great marble statues of long forgotten cities.
Dorian wraps his body around Toby as much as he possibly can. Creating a cage of his legs and arms, in an attempt to keep Toby as close as possible without physically crawling inside of him, becoming him.
He needs this, here, now. Needs to feel Toby in the bracket of his arms, to see his stillness, to watch as eyelashes rest on pale cheeks and lips that were flush only hours ago with the first rush of fresh blood. Needs to know that this is real… That Toby is real.
When Toby wakes and asks why Dorian is still there, Dorian knows that that will be his answer. As much as Toby needs the dark, Dorian needs Toby.
Re: Need
Date: 2014-02-24 03:13 pm (UTC)It's lovely, sweetie. Thank you!
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