Wednesday - The Five Senses

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This is atomic89 here, with my third day hosting.

For today the theme is The Five Senses. If you don't know what they are, they are touch, sight, smell, taste and hearing.

Please remember not to leave more than five prompts in a row and no more than three per fandom per prompter. You are, of course allowed to come back later and add more once yours have been answered.

Spoilers are *not* allowed in prompts for at least one week after air or publication date. If the fic contains spoilers please mark it clearly and leave at least three spaces before it starts.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly, for example:

BtVS, Willow/Tara, scented candles
Star Wars, Anakin/Padme, light touches
Heroes/Authors Choice, Elle/Authors Choice, the sun on my skin

If you can't find the perfect prompt for you here, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts! There are loads of wonderful prompts just begging to be written!

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BtVS, Willow/Tara, scented candles

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Only a few days before, Willow had associated the smell of scented candles with her lover. The careful, meticulous preparation that was involved before every spell was mostly done by Tara, often timid and yet so strong and powerful as a witch; lighting lit every candle with sturdy hands that never shook and smiling with delight every time the different scented perfume of whatever candle they were using this time reached her. Magic gave anyone who used it a strength and power that seemed able to corrupt even the brightest of souls, yet Tara had never been tainted by it. Kindness and joy flowed through her veins, giving her an abundance of love and joy that was yet another reason why Willow loved her.

Now Willow associated the smell of scented candles with burning and pain. Tara, through a different kind of innocence, had stuck her fingers into the boiling wax of a candle, intrigued by the colour and the light of the flame. She had tipped over the flaming candle and blistering her delicate hand, Willow assaulted by the stench of burning flesh, searing and overpowering her senses even before she heard Tara let out a ghastly screech, eyes shining with tears as she leapt into Willow’s arms, cradling her hand to her body and trembling in pain. Her cries had wrested Willow from her shock, hurrying into action to calm her frantic lover down, who keened and sobbed the entire time that Willow cleaned her injured hand.

Giving her lover pills to calm her down and listening to her sniffling as the pain subsided somewhat and she succumbed to sleep in Willow’s arms, body warmed by a blanket that had once been given to Tara by her mother, Willow eyed the bandage that covered Tara’s hand. One day soon, she swore as she stroked Tara’s silky hair, she would bring Glory pain.

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Star Wars, Anakin/Padme, light touches

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She feels him when she's leaving the conference, the ghost of his touch up the inside of her thighs, along her ribs and the curve of her breasts. Her clothing is dark today, solemn, her face a distant white mask, bone-pale and detached.

Her breath comes shallow. She's stupidly hungry for it; her last goodbyes are a little stilted, but unfailingly formal. Undoubtedly those she speaks too will account it for a more professional preoccupation, or weariness.

They don't imagine she's just plain eager.

She skirts the crowd, making her goodbyes, as the touches grow bolder, still light but more daring, up between her legs, into the cleft of her sex, stroking around her nipples. She's alarmingly grateful for the formal weight of her clothing, at the same time that she curses the stimulation any contact provides. Anakin, she thinks,a nd wants to imbue it with exasperation, rebuke; she's too happy to, even for this phantom of his touch.

When she finds her way back into the shadows of the building, toward her private transport, his kisses are as hard and greedy as his first touches were not, and his palm cupping her between her legs is enough to make her come.

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Heroes/Authors Choice, Elle/Authors Choice, the sun on my skin

Heroes/Angel, Elle/Spike

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Ever since she started her new job, she hadn't taken to staying inside very much. Everyone else seemed to enjoy being cooped up in their tight, cold spaces: Fred in her lab, Wesley in that shady little room with who knew what, and all the other drones who passed wordlessly by Elle in the corridors and in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart.

"Don't get me wrong," she said. "It's not that I don't like working for Angel. I get way more freedom than when I used to work for Daddy."

"Mmmm," Spike murmured to her absently. His cold hands drifted up her bare stomach, then stopped when they got to her breasts. She shivered at the touch, but only a little.

Yes, things were a lot better for her here, working with Spike. They got to go out and wreak havoc - not a lot, but enough for Elle - and both had enough energy left over to go back to her place for what Spike called a good "shag". She giggled at the funny words he used, and would giggle even more when he'd lift her up and carry her across her apartment to throw her down on the bed, growling the whole while to remind her just how much monster was still left in the man.

The only issue Elle had with Spike was that he couldn't come out with her before night fell. She loved going outside and getting fresh air whenever it was possible.

"I wish you could come with me," she said to him during one bright afternoon. "It's a beautiful day!"

"And I wish I could too, but it's ashes to ashes for me if I venture out there with you now, pet," he replied pointedly, and grabbed her around the waist to drag her back into bed.

She thought about shocking him a little for that, then decided against it and laughed, straddling him while she splayed her hands across his chest.

"Let's make this quick, then," she told him, the grin on her face still wide and carefree. "I still want to feel the sun on my skin sometime today."

"Wouldn't dream of keeping you from that," Spike said.

Elle leaned down to kiss him, the force of her lips as brilliant and optimistic and warm as the day that was waiting for her outside.

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BtVs, Spike/Dawn, the taste of her blood

The Taste of Blood

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Thank you for feeding the plot bunnies. I'll probably expand this at some point.

*****

He saw her fist flying through the air. Felt it connect with his jaw with surprising force and accuracy. Sometimes he forgot she was the Slayer’s kid sister. After that, the world turned red, and the monster inside of him took over. Before he knew it, he’d grabbed her around the waist and pressed her body against his own. He savored the warmth she gave off as her head fell back and he lunged obediently into her neck. His fangs sunk into her more easily than he expected they would, and his throat quickly filled with her blood.

He wasn’t expecting her blood to taste so sweet to him. Then again, he didn’t know what he should have expected. After all, human blood wasn’t a taste that he came by often these days. Even so, there was something different about hers. Something… much more satisfying. Even the Slayers he’d killed hadn’t given him this much pleasure. His grip on her tightened. The monster began to subside, but it was too late to stop. When he was finally able to pull himself away, Dawn hung limply in his arms. Her skin was pale, and the warmth he had felt from her was practically gone. He’d drained her. And she’d wanted him to.

“Oh, lil’ bit,” he sighed. He picked her up, and laid her out in the middle of his crypt. For several minutes, all he could do was stare at her, asking himself a thousand questions. Mostly, why? And what the hell was he supposed to tell Buffy?

He sighed heavily as he made a decision. He brushed her hair out of her face. He knew this was a bad idea. He’d seen first-hand just how bad. But something about the taste of her blood that still lingered on his lips gave him hope that she might somehow be different.

“I just hope Big Sis can forgive me,” he said to her lifeless body as he morphed back to his game face and used his fangs to rip into his own arm.

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Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, scent of his skin

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as I have smelled both of them...I'm SO writing this...as soon as I get to work *g*

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, just a taste

Want some passion?

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Obs unbetad and I'm not very familar with the paring.
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Chris sat throwing the fruit in the air and catches it when it came back. He hadn't full concentration on it, as he watched Steve. He could see how Steve was uncomfortable, he wanted to change it.

"Please, just a taste. It can't kill you. It's a lovely fruit." Chris said to at least learn why Steve didn't want to.

"It might don't, but..." Steve began but stopped. He moved back and forth, as like he could not decide if he would sit put.

"Oh, come on why so... reluctant?"

Steve raised and walked away, though just a few steps. "Fuck!"

Chris put on a grin, "You want to fuck instead?"

Steve turned around and in the next moment stood in front of Chris. Took the passion fruit from Chris, he made a movement like he was throwing it away, but just let it drop into Chris knee.

"No I do not want to fuck you." Steve paused, "I would want to make passionate sex with you." He sank down in the knee and assaulted Chris mouth.

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Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, hot and cold

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Chris was a passionate man. His lust ran hot and his anger wintery cold.

Steve shivered at the memory of seeing Chris truly angry. There was detachment, a lack of remorse.

But that paled under the white hot heat of his passion and Steve burned everytime they fucked. Everytime Chris held him down and made him take what he handed out.

Chris was fucked up. But Steve loved him just the same.

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SGA, John/Ronon, seeing is believing

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"You know what they say," John said, smiling up at Ronon's sweaty face. "Seeing is believing."

"No, I don't," Ronon said, running a hand down John's equally sweaty chest.

"They don't say that on Sateda?" John asked, doing his damnedest to keep a moan out of his voice. He mostly succeeded.

"Nope," Ronon said, settling down so that he was half on top of John, one leg between John's thighs and his hand flirting with the dark curls between his legs.

"What do they say?" John asked, tugging lightly at the rope binding him to the wall.

Ronon grinned suddenly, his teeth white against the darkness of his skin and beard. His hand slid down and started stroking John back to hardness. John shuddered, way too sensitive from the last round but way too aroused to tell him to stop. Not that he would say that anyway.

"They say prove it," Ronon rumbled into his ear.

"Thought that was what we were doing," John rasped, his breath coming faster and faster as Ronon teased him.

"Not yet," Ronon chuckled. "But we will be in a minute or so."

"Aw, come on," John said, giving Ronon his best challenging look. "You're not ready? And here I am, a decade older than you."

"Just for that I'll make you go a fifth time," Ronon laughed, biting John's shoulder where it couldn't be seen.

"Oh yeah," John panted, tugging harder against the ropes. "You do that."

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The Covenant, Pogue Parry/Tyler Simms, blindfold

Seeing Without Eyes, NC17

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Sorry, got too long for a comment, here's a snippet...

When Tyler arrived, he’d given Pogue an appraising look. He tilted his head, practically batting his eyelashes like a girl while he twirled a dark blue blindfold around on his finger.

“Can we—” He started before ducking his head and rubbing his neck with his other hand. Pogue didn’t buy the coy act.

“Can we what?” Pogue mocked, butting his head against Tyler’s cheek. Tyler leaned back, licking his lips as his fingers tugged at the belt loops of Pogue’s jeans.

“You really gonna make me ask?” Pogue barely managed not to shiver at how low Tyler’s voice fell and nodded.

The rest is HERE (http://j2-babygirl86.livejournal.com/100006.html#cutid1) (NSFW)

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The Covenant, Reid Garwin/Caleb Danvers, ticklish

Ticklish, PG13

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Reid knows he shouldn’t but it’s just too tempting. He enjoys watching Caleb sleep but all those miles of tan toned flesh in front of him is too much to ignore. So Reid shifts closer to the warm body in front of him, walking his fingers up along the waistband of Caleb’s black boxer briefs. Caleb shifts and mutters something inaudible while Reid tries not to laugh.

Caleb’s too easy sometimes.

Reid’s fingers trail a path up over Caleb’s hip and along his side. Caleb shudders and shifts away with an annoyed grunt of his name but Reid won’t be deterred. His boy’s always been incredibly ticklish and Reid isn’t about to let that little detail go, especially now since he’s wide awake while Caleb sleeps so peacefully beside him. Reid’s fingers run slowly over the sleep-warm skin and up Caleb’s neck, trailing over his pulse point.

Caleb’s neck jerks to the side and Reid can’t hold back the laugh.

“Sleepin’,” comes the annoyed and raspy reply. Reid isn’t ashamed to admit that the sound goes straight to his dick. He takes that opportunity to slot himself right behind Caleb’s back, face nuzzling into the back of his neck and dropping kisses where he can. He can’t resist though, not now that Caleb is a little more lucid, so he pokes two fingers against Caleb’s side and the reaction is instant. Caleb jerks on the bed with an annoyed laugh, body doubling and moving away from Reid’s fingers.

“Reid, come on, stop.” But the demand is lost in Caleb’s laughter even if it does come out sleepy and annoyed, so Reid continues until Caleb is laughing like crazy and gasping for air as he fights to break away. By the time Reid finally lets up, they’re both breathless and red from the exertion. Reid’s managed to pin Caleb to the bed. He’s flushed and still trying to look angry but failing miserably.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” Reid grins, leaning forward and kissing Caleb’s frowning lips until Caleb’s sighing and giving in. He cups the sides of Caleb’s neck, hands strong and firm where they were soft and teasing before. Caleb moans and Reid distracts him with the kiss before rubbing each of his pointer fingers behind the crease of Caleb’s ears. Caleb breaks away on a laugh, accidentally biting his tongue when Reid tickles him again in the same spot.

“Fuck,” Caleb curses, poking his tongue out and fingering the blood there. Reid laughs before sobering and running his finger over the little cut on Caleb’s tongue.

“Sorry.” Reid’s eyes catch his. “Let me see.” Making sure to keep eye contact even when their eyes seem to cross as they get so close, Reid sucks Caleb’s tongue into his mouth in apology. Caleb’s eyes go dark and his fingers flex against Reid’s sides. Reid knows he’s forgiven. For now.

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Dr Horrible, Horrible & Moist, 'At worst I make people feel like they need a bath'

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"It's nothing you need to apologize about," Billy had yelled from the bathtub.

Sure, he had said that, but he was still scrubbing so hard that his pale skin was turning a nice shade of scarlet. Moist was used to that. Overactive sweat glands tended to do that to people. One innocent hug to thank Moist for making Captain Hammer's gloved hands to slippery to play "Chock Dr. Horrible" had turned Billy into a walking soggy mess. Moist had kept telling him, "Doc, please don't hug me." as his moist hands waved at the air trying to keep Billy at a distance, but before he knew it, Billy had wrapped him in a hug that caused his lab coat and everything beneath to become beyond damp.

Billy had shrieked like a girl and pawed at his clothes as if trying to escape the moistness before Purple Pimp had picked him and tossed him in his car. Now Billy was trying to get back to normal. Of course Billy would fire him now. No use for a henchman who couldn't carry moneybags or be any help. "Moist?" Billy's head peered out from the mountain of bubbles and bath toys he always surrounded himself with.

"Yes?" A nervous little yes.

A thousand possible outcomes played through his mind from a simple "You're fire" to Billy using him for his new ray gun test subject (Billy didn't have one, being a pacifistic villain, but he might just change his policy). "Thanks... you saved my life."

Dr. Horrible was unlike any villain Moist had worked with.

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Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, something sweet

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He stuck a piece of ginger chocolate into his mouth to slowly melt and went in search of his Captain.

Jack reminded Ianto of a little boy at times, demanding sweets and treats with glee. And if he was to be honest with himself, he liked to spoil him when he was like this, his impish grin broad and bringing a sparkle to his eyes.

The chocolate was all gone by the time he found Jack, but his mouth was spicy and sweet, and Jack plundered it with glee.

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SGA, John/Rodney, Sticky

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"Mmm. Mmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Mmm!!!"

John nibbled at his sticky bun, watching Rodney making love to the sweet treat they'd been given while Teyla negotiated a treaty for them. His cheeks were burning just from the sounds that Rodney was making. As soon as Rodney finished and started licking his fingers clean John had to bite back a whimper.

"Mmm, that was so good," Rodney mumbled around his fingers, a blessed-out look on his face.

"Don't know," John said, still picking at his sticky bun. "I don't think mine was that good."

"Really?" Rodney asked, looking at John's bun. He still had one finger in his mouth.

"Yeah," John said, pushing it over to Rodney. "You want it?"

"Really?" Rodney asked, his face lighting up.

"Sure." John's voice went all husky and strange on the single word so he didn't add any of the things he wanted to say about the joy of watching Rodney get his fingers all sticky and then lick them clean. Rodney settled in with the second bun, his eyes drifting shut as he started making porn noises again.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

John sighed, licking his lips. He'd have to see if they could get away from the negotiations long enough for John to help Rodney lick his fingers clean.

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Heroes, Matt/Mohinder, Nutella

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"Oh, you have a bit of crumb on your uniform," Mohinder said, picking the bit of toast off of Matt.

"Oops, didn't notice," Matt said sheepishly, "Seriously, what are you going to do with me?"

"No worries," Mohinder said with a smile, though of course he was mentally picturing the things he would _like_ to do to Matt.

Matt suddenly got a surprised look, but quickly stared down at his omelet.

"What?" Mohinder asked, testily.

"Nothing."

Mohinder rolled his eyes.

"You are the worst liar ever, Matt."

"Look, it was an accident!"

"You accidentally read my mind when I just happened to have some very PRIVATE thoughts?"

"I said I was sorry. And I didn't hear much. I stopped myself right away,when I realized what I was doing."

Mohinder gazed at him hard but then relented. "Okay, fine, if you really hear anything you shouldn't have."

"Of course I didn't. I need to get going, but thank you so much for breakfast, it was great."

"Sure," Mohinder said, adding casually, "And could you stop off at the store on the way home?"

"Yeah, what do we need?"

"Pick up some Nutella," Mohinder said nonchalantly.

Matt smiled the wide grin of someone who knew exactly what Mohinder had recently fantasized.

He then frowned the frown of someone who knew he had been caught.

He ran out the door, avoiding being hit by the piece of leftover toast that Mohinder hurled at his head.

"Liar!" Mo yelled after him, screaming down the hallway. He popped his head into the stairway and saw Matt running down it, and yelled, "You liar! Eavesdropper! Bastard! And seriously! Don't forget to pick up the Nutella!"

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SG-1, Jack/Daniel, salt on his skin

Pure, unadulterated porn? SWEET!

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Jack ran his hands over the expanse of Daniel’s tightly muscled back, the slick sweat easing his journey just as the lube eased his thrusts into Daniel’s body. He was pushing hard and deep, his cock being swallowed by Daniel’s greedy hole, his thrust being counterthrust by eager hips as Daniel’s body demanded when his brain had finally gone non-verbal. Two hours into leave and Jack had spent it all buried balls-deep in Daniel; and he hadn’t let either of them come yet. Daniel’s words had been lost about half an hour ago, that amazing mind finally short-circuiting and succumbing to the lizard brain that could only moan and groan and keen and growl and thrust his hips back wantonly, his back arched, desperate to come.

Jack was starting to shake from the exertion, but he lovedlovedlovedloved it when Daniel would lose it under his hands and on his cock. He was holding himself back with sheer force of will. He leaned forward again, draping his weight over Daniel, he skidded his hands down those long arms and joined their fingers; Daniels’ hands were like vises. He pulled them back from the edge again, just gently rolling his hips against Daniel’s, just enough to keep up friction, just enough to keep Daniel close but not enough to push him over.

Daniel whimpered and his forehead went down to rest on the rumpled sheet. His hair was dark with sweat and Jack could smell it, that scent made his cock twitch inside of Daniel’s abused ass. Daniel whimpered again.

Jack nuzzled into that scent, kissed Daniel’s neck, licked and bit at the strained sinew. The flavor of Daniel, hot with need, sweet with pheromones and salty with sweat was more than he could take. His own lizard brain was in charge as he bit savagely into that exposed flesh, fisted his hands with Daniel’s and hammered his hips, driving his over-sensitized cock harshly into Daniel in a rough, staccato motion.

Daniel howled as he came in wave after wave, pulse after pulse onto the sheets Jack was determined they ruin this week.

Jack went crashing into orgasm, the sensation and his seed ripped out of him as Daniel clamped around him; he buried himself as deeply as he could and came and came and came and came until he was sure he was going to die from it, until he was sure his balls were left empty husks, he was certain he’d emptied his very soul into Daniel and they fell together into an undignified heap.

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SGA, Sheppard/Lorne, I don't believe my eyes

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A/N: This turned into John/Ronon and Radek/Evan (with various other pairings in the background), but hopefully it'll work for you. *g*


"What are they doing?" Evan asked, staring across the room.

"I… don't know," John replied, looking at them too.

Evan turned, looking into his commander and friend's eyes, and then looked back across the room. Radek was still sitting in Ronon's lap, blatantly lap dancing for him. Ronon looked like he was about to break out in a purr. Radek looked… Evan had to adjust his pants at seeing Radek grinding against Ronon's crotch that way. He saw John adjust his pants too.

"I don't believe my eyes," Evan said, swallowing hard.

"Don't look now, but it looks like everyone else in the cafeteria's been affected," John drawled, peering carefully through the door without crossing the line.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I see Jennifer over there with Rodney and Cadman," John said. "And Teyla's over with I think that's Kanaan but I'm not sure. Stackhouse is going down on Abrams, too."

They exchanged another look, turning towards the kitchen. It looked like the cooks were making out too. Evan sighed, already running through which forms they were going to fill out and how they were going to phrase this so that the SGC didn't find out too many details.

"I'll get the food locked down if you'll get Radek away from Ronon," John offered.

"Sure thing," Evan said doubtfully. "If I can. Might need a distraction."

"Oh, I think I can come up with a distraction," John said, smirking at him.

He headed into the cafeteria, heading straight for Radek and Ronon. The way he slid his hips got Evan's attention almost as fast as it got Ronon's. Radek got set aside on the table as Ronon grabbed John, pulling him into a fierce kiss that left no doubt in Evan's mind about the nature of their relationship. Evan headed inside too, locking down the food before anyone else could be afflicted by whatever new plant or animal it was that had set off this… thing.

"Come on, Doc," Evan said, pulling him off of the table where he'd been pouting. "Let's get you back to your room for a little while."

"Not alone?" Radek said, swaying way too close for public, but then everyone else here was making out, including John. It was probably all right. They'd just assume that it was the aphrodisiac that had to have been slipped into the food.

"Nope, not alone," Evan promised. "We'll break out the ropes and vibrator and you'll be very, very busy while I get the medical staff on solving this issue."

"But you will come back," Radek insisted.

"Yeah, Doc," Evan said, grinning at him. "I'll be back, probably several times. How can I resist a genius tied to his bed waiting for me?"

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SG-1, Jack/Daniel/Sam/Teal'c, overwhelming impressions

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La Corda d'Oro, Len Tsukimori/Kahoko Hino, the sound of the violin

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Dark Blue, Dean, The power of touch.

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Dark Blue, Dean, Sensory Deprivation

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Dark Blue, Carter, Taste of good whiskey

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RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, rough calluses on hyper-sensitive skin

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Chris straddled his hips. He had Steve blindfolded and bound.

"Just feel, baby," he muttered.

He dragged his rough callused fingers over Steve's nipples and watched him writhe. He touched him every where, his mouth, his belly, his cock, his ass.

"Please." Steve moaned.

"Just let go."

His come striped over his belly and chest.

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Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, impossible to touch

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Hahah. Gawdangit. *shakes fist at* You enabler.

Lancelot stared at the fair knight, hearing his gentle laugh drift across the noisy hall as if he were the only other in the room. Arthur was going on about something, but Lancelot wasn't listening. His king's voice was white noise beside the voice of the one man sitting at the far end of the table.

"Lancelot! Really. Who are you staring at? What fine young woman has caught your eye? Tell me, so that I may introduce you." Arthur finally prodded Lancelot hard in the shoulder. Lancelot glared at his king. Respectfully.

"Apologies, my fair king. There is no lady. I am tired. Might I retire to my room to prepare for tomorrow's tournament?" Lancelot stood. Arthur frowned at his finest knight.

"Are you sure you're all right, sir?" Arthur asked, a hint of warning in his voice. Lancelot nodded.

"It is purely nerves, my king. If you will excuse me." Lancelot bowed and left his seat. Arthur pursed his lips as he watched Lancelot leave. From the other end of the table, Gawain stood and excused himself from the company of the ladies he had been entertaining.

"Lancelot!"

Lancelot paused as footsteps tapped down the hall after him. He turned and swallowed when he saw Gawain trotting after him. The lovely blonde head breezed up to him and smiled. "Are you feeling all right? You looked pale at dinner."

Lancelot stepped forward and Gawain stepped back to compensate, looking confused. Lancelot stepped closer again, and Gawain hit his back against the wall and stared at Lancelot, his innocent blue eyes wide. Lancelot pressed a fist to the wall beside Gawain's head and held his other hand up, scarce inches away from Gawain's cheek. Gawain watched him breathlessly. Lancelot's fingers hovered over his face before drawing back. He clenched his hand into a fist and threw himself back from the wall with enough force he stumbled.

"Lancelot..." Gawain stretched a hand out but Lancelot cast him a violent look. He turned and stormed down the hall, leaving Gawain to wonder what had just happened.

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, didn't think he'd get to see the other man in his bed again

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He could not stop touching him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his breathing. Nate had to assure himself that Eliot was still living and breathing.

He was tough, Nate knew that. But seeing his lifes' blood spilling on pavement was not something he ever wanted to do again. He had a moment where he didn't think he'd get to see Eliot in his bed again much less make love to him, taste him, feel him, alive, warm, and on the mend.

"I'm not going anywhere," Eliot soothed.

"I'm not going to let you," Nate returned, kissing him once more.

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SGA, John/Rodney, cold metal and sunshine

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

It would take some time.

It would take time for the wound to heal, for the swelling to go down.

For those blue eyes to register anything but darkness.

His head tilted and he smiled. "I know you're there."

"How?" Clothes rustled, warmth of a body sinking down next to his. "How did you know?"

"I could smell you. You came right from the shower, their soap's a little too lavenderish lately."

And there was his bray of a laugh, surprised out of him.

He smiled, then went serious. "Hey -- thanks."

"For?"

"Getting me out." He tilted his face upward. "All told, I'd rather feel the warmth of sunshine on my skin than the perverted touch of the cold metal restraints they used to--"

A hand on his arm stopped his words. He turned toward the touch and smiled slightly. "Sorry."

"I'm sorry we didn't find you before they took your--"

"It'll come back."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Confirmed this morning. Once I heal, I'll see again."

"Good. That's....that's real good."

He grinned now. "Yeah, I thought so, too. So let's head inside." He stood up, making sure he didn't hit his head on the railing he was leaning against. "I hear the mess is serving lasagna for lunch."

And there was the laugh again.

It would take some time -- but he wouldn't go through the darkness alone.