Friday Free For All
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comment_ficWelcome, boys and girls, to your Friday Free For All. It's been another fabulous week - the turn out each day seems to be better and better! I am so pleased with the number of fandoms represented and the new ones I keep finding!
Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.
Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, John/Mary, Impala
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool
And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.
So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!
Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.
Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, John/Mary, Impala
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool
And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.
So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:12 pm (UTC)Re: Firefly: Jayne/Simon - kissing is over-rated
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:19 pm (UTC)The curtains are open, letting in the last rays of a late autumn sun, streaking Steve's skin with gold and orange and throwing the rest of the room into shadow.
Christian stands in those shadows watching, waiting for the sun to finish its descent behind the distant hills. Steven stirs, feeling his presence, his hunger. The light makes the blonde of his hair blaze to life as he lifts his head, stretching the sleep from his bones.
Christian's hunger rises, his cock stirring with desire that finds echo in Steven's eyes and before he can speak the words, Steven is on his knees, his body held in the burning reds and golds of the setting sun, his mouth opening to take Christian in
It isn't what he needs most, but he needs...and Steven offers himself up easily. By the time Christian comes down his throat, the bright day has faded and in its place a soft glow caresses Steven's face as he gazes upon his master in adoration.
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:20 pm (UTC)Stargate Sg1, Sam/Siler, Engine oil.
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:14 pm (UTC)There's a shoreline on the horizon. Steven could see it that evening when the captain had taken him walking on deck. He was mostly healed, the marks of his knife fading, the bruises of his captivity gone from purple and blue to dusky rose and dark brown. He kneels on the bed nd waits with trepidation. He knows the signs of land herald his departure, his freedom.
Yet...he wonders if he even desires freedom. He still hates the man that holds him, but he can not deny that these last weeks in his bed have brought Steven pleasures he would never know again. Out there, on that horizon, Steven's future waited. Here on this bed, he has no expectations but to serve.
The door opens and Christian deposits a pile of clothes on the desk. "Tomorrow."
Steven nods, dropping his eyes. "Tonight I will give you something to remember me by."
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 06:23 pm (UTC)(Also? more? Please?)
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:24 pm (UTC)"I have to tell Holden, don't I?"
Carly lifted her head from Lily's chest, peering up at her through damp, blonde curls. "I can't say what's right for your marriage."
Lily brushed the hair from Carly's face, running a thumb across a stunning cheekbone as she tucked the strands gently behind her ear. "I'm not just asking about my marriage. I'm asking what you think is right for us."
Carly swallowed hard, the word reverberating in her mind. Us. That's what they'd somehow become. Lily's sweet voice had whispered it as though it were the most beautiful thing that could have possibly happened to them. And Carly knew -- despite the inevitable fallout -- that it was.
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:25 pm (UTC)He's been around Parker too long, if that's what he's thinking about, barely deflecting a broad sword with the knife from his boot. The guy swinging it isn't even dressed, besides his boxers, built and smooth and deadly accurate. Whoever this guy is, Adam Pierson, friendly neighborhood researcher and grad student, is just an alias.
And if Eliot so much as puts one foot wrong...
"Jesus," he murmurs. He doesn't know how it happened (which, fuck, when was the last time that happened?) but Pierson has knocked the knife away and pinned him to the wall. Sword to his throat, knee to his groin, and he looms over him, something other than Welsh standing out in his eyes and the growl that rumbles through Eliot to the wall.
It's embarassing, but Eliot nearly doesn't hold back his moan in response.
"Who sent you?" Pierson asks, but it isn't really a question. Eliot swallows very carefully and doesn't answer. If he does, his client will kill him. Maybe, if he's lucky, Pierson will see it's just business. "You're going to tell me, one way or another."
Eliot's expecting the blade to break skin, to feel pain. Instead Pierson undoes the button of his fly, changes the pressure of his thigh against him as he runs his thumb along Eliot's increasing hardness.
"Tell me, in your business do you often come across pleasure used as torture?"