Thursday: On Vacation

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My last day... *pout* I shall have to come up with some crazy themes and do this again!

Today's theme is On Vacation.

After yesterday's insanity, our characters really need a break. What do they do to get away from their normal lives?

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

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

Firefly, River, Building sand-castles on the beach
Torchwood/Heroes, Jack/Ianto/Gabriel, A broken stopwatch spoils half their vacation plans

Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

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

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Dollhouse, Adelle/Claire, "I wanted to be in Paris this morning."

(Yes, that line is from The L Word.)

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Angel, Faith/Lilah, forty-eight hours and a hotel room

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Angel, Darla/Drusilla, room service

[skinthief.livejournal.com]

“Grandmummy wants to eat you,” Drusilla murmured, stroking the boy’s cheek. The words penetrated through his enthralled mind, and he lifted his eyes to hers in shock.

“You mean meet me?” he managed to say before the vampire’s thrall washed back over him. She laughed and kissed his forehead – he was barely ten years old, too young to be sleeping on the streets; and yet, that was where she had found him.

“No, little dovie-dove, spider-webs can’t get you out of this. Grandmummy wants to eat you.” She opened the door of the hotel room and shoved the child into a blonde woman’s arms. “Isn’t that right, Grandmummy?”

The other vampire didn’t answer: she was already biting into the boy’s throat and drinking. When she had finished, she pushed the corpse away and wiped her lips on the back of her hand – “Yes, Dru,” she purred. “That’s exactly right.”

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Firefly, River, "I can hear the ocean."

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Mal takes a job that sends the crew to New Melbourne. He’s not going to turn down a legal, decently-paying job, not after any sort of job has been harder to come by now. The Alliance’s started to crack down on smugglers, with more docking regulations and harsher punishments; while the Tams have officially been cleared as fugitives, there’s still plenty of people who could make a fortune off their capture.

It’s a fairly easy job, and Mal can’t see any opportunity for things to turn sour. Still, he doesn’t need anyone making trouble. “Have her stay on the boat,” he tells Simon, who nods once and walks River to her room.

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Mal, Jayne, and Zoe with the buyer; Kaylee poking around for a cheap alternator; Simon downloading a new study about paranoia off the Cortex--River’s unattended to. (Inara’s on Greenleaf for a few days.) Serenity’s quiet; all River can hear is Simon muttering to himself, the tapping of stylus on tablet, and the ocean. Just a low murmur, calming and inviting. She hasn’t heard the ocean in a long while. She hasn’t set foot on a beach since a few weeks before she left for the Academy.

Slipping out as quietly as possible--Simon will worry if he knows she’s gone. Nearly the whole planet is an ocean, so it only takes a few minutes before River reaches the dunes, stepping out of her boots and leaving them as a mini-landmark. The sand’s hot underneath her toes, almost too hot--sends her skittering down towards the water’s edge, lightly as a bird.

The sound is stronger now, and clearer, not a far-off one, dulled by the metal frame and walls of the ship. Waves lapping gently, nipping at her feet, washing salty-cool water over her toes. She notices the pebbles under her soles, worn smooth by their repeated contact with the waves. Salt heals.

The tide starts to come in now, climbing higher with each retreat and return until her ankles are wet, her knees, the hem of her dress. She can let herself float if she chooses: flip onto her back--grow like a flower; spread her arms and legs like a starfish; drift on the surface. There are secrets on the ocean floor, and sunken treasure, but even she would run out of air before she reached any of them. So she listens.

River can’t hear anything else now, not Simon’s worries or Jayne’s nightmares or Zoe’s dreams. Nothing but small waves of the green-blue ocean water gently crashing against the shore, and the occasional splish-splash when a seagull swoops down to catch a fish. She feels quiet and peaceful away from all the screams and voices.

This is serenity.

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Eureka, Jack/Nathan, horse riding

Crack

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The scent of Jack, musky and worn from a day of horseback riding.

The weight of Jack's body straddling him, grinding down on his crotch.

The exquisite heat of Jack sliding down onto him, tight and perfect and with the tinest of moans.

The cold air hitting him as Jack suddenly pulled off of him and scrambled to retrieve what had fallen on the ground below.

"What the hell, Jack!"

"My hat fell off."

"Who cares about the cowboy hat, Jack?"

"Nathan. If we are on an Old West vacation. Then I am going to wear the hat."

Nathan sighed and tried hard not to use the word 'idiot.' "Fine," he said finally, "let's go to where we left off."

Jack grinned and replied, "Ride 'em, cowboy."

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SG1/SGA, Cam/John, revisiting childhood vacation spots

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SGA, John/Rodney, Belgium

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Eureka, Jack/Nathan, surfing

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HIMYM, Barney/Robin, sandcastle

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After Robin and Barney make love... have sex... she's not sure what to label it, she falls asleep and ends up in a room. The instant she gets to the door, a figure in white from head to two, literally a featureless person, taps her on the shoulder. "You can't wear that when you're on the beach," the figure says and points to a rack of what appears to be floppy suits of something.

Somehow Robin understands and undoes a zipper she didn't even realize was there. The zip creeps over the line of her scalp, down her back and she realizes she's unzipping her own skin. It doesn't bother her as she slips her feet with their hemp sandals out of her Robin Scherbatsky suit and she shakes her little beaded braids free with a sigh of relief. "Here you go," Robin says and presses the suit into the figure's outstretched hand.

"And you here you go," the figure says and gives her a ticket. "Be sure not to lose it.

Robin walks outside onto the beach. It's not like the beaches in Canada, it's how she always pictured a beach, bone white sand, pure blue-grey waters, foamy waves lapping the shore. Barney's there, but he's not suit clad. His hair is pull back in a ponytail, his pale skin gleams with some sort of sunblock and for once his reddish-blond goatee doesn't look silly. He's singing Sandcastles in the Sand in neither the over the top Karaoke voice or the weeping voice. He's got a good singing voice, lovely, baritenor, and clear. He's also building a sandcastle, so double the irony there. "Build one with me?" he asks when she gets close enough.

"The song wasn't about that," she says, pronouncing it like "a-boot". He gives her this happy little I don't believe you noise and a crooked grin. "But what the hey."

They make sandcastles until she wakes up, Barney unknowingly spooning her in his sleep.

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Star Trek TOS, Spock/Kirk, Risa

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X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Hawaii

Hawain Paradise[Xmen, Pyro/Iceman]

[chibifukurou]

When John had said they'd make a life for themselves in some out of the way place after they'd dumped the Xmen and Magneto he'd been expecting a rat hole, not a hut in a Hawain Paradise.

John had laughed at him when he told him that. Apparently being a bad-guy paid quite a lot.

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X-Men, Gambit/Wolverine, meeting in France

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Firefly, Simon/Jayne, going for a swim in a bioluminescent lake

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Torchwood/Gilmore Girls, Jack/Ianto, spending a few days at the Firefly

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SG1, author's choice, playing with the tourists near Area 51

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Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, cabin

Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, Cabin - NC-17 part one

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Hope you like this. I actually tried to spend a bit of time on this, although I must admit I was somewhat influenced by Emma's fic flurries which is one of my faves. I already did a cabin fic on my LJ but wanted to do something snow filled!! Anyway, enough rambling, hope you like.


“Have I said thank you for this?” Charlie asked as he gazed out of the window at the snow covered landscape.

"Oh, only one or two ...dozen...times," came the warm amused voice of the dark haired man from behind him.

Don smiled affectionately as Charlie turned towards him, smiling brighter than the sun on the snow outside their cabin. He wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist and drew him closer, bringing his brother in tight against his body.

"Well thank you again," Charlie smiled, nuzzling into the juncture of Don’s neck and shoulder, inhaling the clean, masculine scent that was purely Don.

"Love you, Charlie," Don growled softly.

“I should hope so too,” Charlie replied, before laughing and arching away as Don’s fingers jabbed him in his ribs. “Okay, okay, I love you too.”

“That’s better,” Don said, then pulled Charlie in tighter for a soft kiss.

This weekend was going to be great. Don had been offered loan of the cabin from an old college friend and had jumped at the chance for some alone time with Charlie. They would have two full days at the cabin, long enough to recharge their batteries.

The cabin had a small kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a cozy living room all on one floor. In the living room, a comfy sofa sat in front of a beautiful, large real fire. Don's smile widened at the thought of the space between the sofa and fire. He had quite definite plans for that space after dinner.

"Let's go outside," Charlie begged, turning his big brown eyes on the older man. “I want to play in the snow.”

"My brother...the big kid," Don laughed, but he knew he was powerless to resist those big eyes.

"Come on," Charlie added, his eyes darkening even further. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while later," he said huskily.

"Well, in that case," Don laughed swatting Charlie’s ass.

~

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Numb3rs, Ian/Charlie, rock climbing

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HIMYM, Ted/Barney, Upgrading the inflatable pool (Now we have a slide, it's deeper, and twice the rubber ducks.)

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The pool lasted a total of two awesome summers. Two of awesome summers of lazing on the roof, with or without swim trunks, days of mutual masturbation and pool sex. Of course, he's Ted's bestest best friend in the whole wide world, he doesn't see Marshall in the pool. "Marshall wouldn't fit in," Ted said before he leaned kissed him long and deep to get him to shut up and stop singing his victory song.

Ted's lips tasted like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

The third number, the plastic of the cheap inflatable pool is too sun exposed and during a particularly hard pummeling where Barney was hitting all of those good spots that made Ted go cross-eyed, the pool broke, sending a tidal wave of water through the drain holes in the roof and onto Lily's newest painting that had bird suicide at an all time high. Lily had marched up and fumed that she didn't care how much sex they had, just as long as it didn't mess up her painting, then marched back down the fire escape before Barney could ask her to join them literally.

They found Pool 2.0 the next week. It had a slide, a sundeck, it was deeper, and puncture proof and coming in the mail in three days. Barney couldn't wait to make waves with Ted... legendary waves.

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Dr. Horrible, Billy/Penny, Sunscreen "You don't get out very much."

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After they finished their yogurt, Penny invited him to the pool. Billy's flattered, if his increase in stuttering and mumbling was any indication. He yanked at the ties of his hoodie and found invisible loose threads in his tan slacks, his face blushed a pleasant shade of pink. He finally said, "R-r-really, it's okay?" like he thought he needed to ask permission.

Penny though it was cute and guilty wondered if she should tell him Captain Hammer asked her to go steady with him. "Sure, but you don't need to ask permission." He made a pleased little humming noise at the back of his throat.

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Of course, he's happy. Billy could practically walk on air. No wonder he didn't feel the need to wear the Dr. Horrible persona today on top of cute little stutter Billy who nobody notices and nobody ever will. The pool... putting sunscreen on her pale skin to make sure she didn't get skin cancer, because that would be bad. He was a good guy for thinking of her every need.

The pool was nice aside from the people. Billy never really liked people very much. They were always talking and loud and talking and always wanting to know how was your day. Why did they always want to know how your day was? But to wear a swimsuit with Penny at the pool. That was beyond nice-nice. Plus, even if he was on the thin side and his forehead was large (that just meant he had sexy brains), he had some nice muscles for his frame.

And Penny would notice them and realize muscle-bound was ugly once she saw his cute butt. He knew he had a cute butt, he checked it out to make sure. He even put blond highlights to add depth to his dark golden blond locks (and cool guy tips always looked cool once he got his hair in his mad scientist hairstyle). She would see that and love that.

For once in his thirty-two years of life, Billy was able to go shirtless in public. "Billy?"

Billy blinked before smiling at Penny. "What is it?"

"Sunscreen, Billy? You're awfully pale."

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X-Men, Logan/Remy, "You really need to learn how to relax, chere."

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Logan watches as the Cajun stretches himself out gracefully along the towel he's laid out across the roof of the mansion. His blue eyes trail across the smooth, tan flesh before him. He watches as the younger man folds his lightly muscled arms, leaning back on them, a long leg bent up.

It hasn't escaped Logan's attention that Remy's completely naked, laying out where almost anyone could see them.

He pushes the sunglasses down over his nose and looks up to Remy's face - a serious trial considering, "Ye're gonna get us in trouble, kid."

Remy doesn't even turn his head to look at him, simply speaking into the air, "You really need to learn how to relax, cher."

Logan turns away from him again, reaching for one of the beers they'd smuggled onto the roof, "Suit yerself."

He leans back, taking a long drink from his bottle. There's a long moment of silence between them, Remy simply laying there, Logan trying and failing not to watch him.

He rolls his eyes and rests the beer by him before moving his hands to the hem of the jeans he wears.

Remy peers across to watch as the older Canadian strips his own clothes off.

"Why the change o'heart?" He asks.

Logan shrugs and picks his beer up again, "Figure them kids need to see what a real man looks like."

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HIMYM, Robin/Barney, Bumping into each other when they arrive for their summer waxing appointments.

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She bumped into Barney at Mystic Tan or rather she walked into the wrong room on the her bikini wax appointment. Barney was alone and pulling a robe on, too slowly to not see his bare crotch and testicles. "Barney, put those away."

"Scherbatsky," he practically purred as he tied his robe closed. He had on the face of someone who ate the cat that ate the canary. "So you came to look at the Barnacle. It's a work in progress. Spray on tan is next week," he winked.

"God, Barney," she said, waving at everything in the room down to his silky kimono which cut off mere inches from his crotch. "Are you trying to become more than 10% girl?"

"It makes my cock look bigger," he said, "Does waxing makes your look bigger too, naughty girl."

"Pig," she shot back and walked back out.

As the door slammed behind her, Barney yelled "I was talking about your clit!"

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HIMYM, Cast, Nude beach

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Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, sunscreen

Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, sunscreen

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He really didn't know why he was making such a fuss about this. It was just sunscreen, white liquid that Rose had kindly asked him to apply to her back so she wouldn't get burned. This was not hard. No, bad word. This was simple. There, that's a better word than...that other one.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, sorry, drifted off there for a bit!” He smiled and poured the sunscreen into his hand. No, too much! He put a little back, stared at her pale skin, and, after a few calming breaths, placed his hands on her and began to spread the liquid.

“Make sure you get the shoulders and lower back.”

“R-right!” No, his voice did not rise to an unusual octave. He was not nervous about touching her in such an intimate way. This was something he was doing as a trusted friend. Rose wouldn't ask just anyone to do this, would she?

“Mmm, you have really nice hands. You should give massages.”

The Doctor ripped away his hands. “A-all done! Off you go now!” He turned away and grabbed a towel to clean himself, hoping she would miss his obvious embarrassment.

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Dollhouse, Adelle/Claire, somewhere warm

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"I'm still confused," Claire confesses as Adelle leads her out onto the back deck, leaning against the railing and looking out to the ocean. "Is it really a vacation if we barely leave the city?"

Adelle can only smile, moving to stand next to her. "A vacation isn't about going far, it's about taking a break. And you said you wanted to go somewhere warm. It's warm here."

"I said that because I figured you'd want to go some place like Hawai'i," the doctor mumbles, watching the waves break against the rocks.

"And that's exactly why I brought you here. You said that because you thought that's what I wanted to do, but I don't think you really wanted to go very far. Besides, I love spending time here. It will be even better with you."

Claire looks up in confusion, studying the other woman's face instead of the waves. "You've been here before?"

Adelle chuckles, but keeps her eyes on the horizon. "Of course I have. This is my house."

The doctor's surprise quickly gives in to worry. "Adelle! What kind of vacation is it for you if this is your home?"

Adelle turn her head with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smirk. "I said it's my house, Claire. Just because I own it doesn't make it my home. If any place is home it's the Dollhouse, I hardly ever get to be here." She pauses, turning her body fully towards the other woman and leaning forward. "Besides, like I already told you, it's about taking a break. I just want to spend time with you."

She smiles then, full of sincerity, and Claire wraps her arms around her waist to pull her close. "If you say so," she says, sighing against her neck.

"I do." Adelle pulls back, punctuating her words with a short kiss before embracing the doctor again. She looks around, memories of the place flooding back to her, before quietly adding, "Besides, you're already the best thing that's ever happened to me here."

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Dollhouse, Adelle/Claire, "Come with me?" "Always."

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As the afterglow began to fade and the chill of the room began to settle over her, Claire pulls the sheets up over her body and looks around the darkened room. It's all familiar to her now, enough so that even though she can't see well with the lights off, she can identify the things around her. She continues to scan the room, not quite tired enough to sleep yet, and her eyes fall on the woman in bed with her.

Adelle is laying on her side and watching her, a calm interest in her eyes that the doctor only ever sees when they're alone like this. "What are you thinking about?" the older woman asks, keeping her steady gaze on her partner's eyes. Claire can't help but smile. "Just about how this room feels safe now. Familiar."

Adelle smiles back and moves in closer, draping an arm over Claire's waist. "Well, you do end up here fairly frequently now."

"Yes. It used to frighten me, though. Being here in the dark, not knowing what the shadows were. But it got better."

Adelle pauses before speaking again, choosing her words carefully and studying her lover's face. "That's true of everything, you know. Many things aren't as frightening as they seem when they're still strange to you." Claire doesn't respond, and after another moment the older woman pushes on. "I just mean that you should get out more. See the world while you can. You have vacation time, you ought to use it."

The young physician tenses, eyes shifting to avoid her partner's gaze. "I don't think I want to go anywhere else."

"You didn't think you'd want to come here, either." Adelle sighs, rubbing circles against Claire's hip with her thumb. "I'm sorry. I just worry about you."

Claire falls quiet, so quiet that Adelle might have thought she'd fallen asleep if it weren't for the tense feeling in the air. But finally she speaks again, tentatively, as if she's afraid of the answer. "Come with me?"

A smile breaks through the worry on the older woman's face, and she tightens her arm around the doctor's waist and presses a kiss to her shoulder before closing her eyes and resting her cheek against her lover's skin. "Always."