Tisdag - Tuesday - In Water

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Hello! cyphersushi here again, yesterday was so much fun - you guys are very clever and inventive.

Today's stop on the tour is a bit more wide than yesterdays, today our characters end up in, around or on water. Maybe they go on a cruise, get stranded on an island, go swimming, find an underwater city or sit on the beach. Endless possibilities - let's see some wet people!

Most importantly - have fun!

The usual rules apply of course.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.


And, because we LOVE our code monkeys, please follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, "You bought an island? Seriously?"

Leverage/Burn Notice, Mike/Eliot, Five minutes of rest in the Keys

If none of the prompts catch your interest, feel free to browse around our Lonely Prompts section and show some lovin' to our prompts without homes. There are some really awesome prompts just witing for a writer over on delicious.

Most importantly - Have fun!

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[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, "You bought an island? Seriously?"

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Eliot scowled at the computer screen, low growl building in his chest and his hand curling into a fist.

"You bought an island?" Hardison repeated. "Seriously. You bought an island?"

"Yeah, Hardison. I bought me an island. Means I can get away from you I don't gotta worry about anyone finding the body."

Hardison's eyes widened and he squeaked, backing quickly out of Eliot's office.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Burn Notice, Mike/Eliot, Five minutes of rest in the Keys

[voksen.livejournal.com]

The Little Mermaid, Ariel/Eric, Ariel convinces Triton to turn Eric into a merman temporarily so they can make an official visit.

a king's boon - PG, Eric/Ariel

[tigriswolf]

(This doesn't exactly follow your prompt. I hope you don't mind. Also, I ignore the sequel.)

Eric has watched his wife stare longingly at the sea for nearly a year now, and he's tired of it. She has embraced life on land, has listened to the courtiers with their innuendoes and barely-hidden barbs, has studied the history of his people, hasn't even seen her father or sisters since the wedding.

It is not fair. She's hurting, and that he will not abide.

So early one morning, while Ariel reads in the library, Eric takes out a small boat. Over the open water, he calls for King Triton, Lord of the Ocean, Emperor of the Deep. His father-in-law.

No one replies until the sun is high in the sky, and then Triton is there, powerful and intimidating, looming above the fragile dinghy.

“What do you want, human?” Triton demands. “Where is my daughter?”

“She misses you,” Eric says, shoving aside his fear, allowing only the loving husband to speak. “I’ve come to ask a boon of you, your majesty.”

Triton subsides, face gentling. “Ask.”

Eric takes a deep breath. “You turned your daughter into a human woman because that was her greatest wish. I want her to be happy, so I request that you change us both into merfolk for a time. So that she may show me her home, as I’ve shown her mine.”

“And if she chooses to stay with us, King Eric?” Triton leans in close, and Eric hears hurricanes in his voice. “What will you do then?”

“I cannot stay with her beneath the waves,” Eric admits. “I have a duty to my people, my kingdom. But if returning to you, to the ocean, is what makes her happy, I will willingly leave her.”

Triton nods, smiling. “Then return to your castle and your bride,” he says. “Tell her to swim out with you tomorrow at dawn. I will leave the choice of visiting her home to her.” He dives, without a single ripple to show his passing, and Eric begins the long trip back to shore.

It takes less time than expected because a wave pushes him most of the way. Grimsby meets him at the dock, frown firmly in place, but Eric simply laughs at him and hurries past.

He must find Ariel and tell her that he wants to see her home, to see her dance and fly in the water, to know her true self, that wild and passionate daughter of the sea. And if she chooses to stay there, he will understand. He will.

But he fervently hopes she won’t.

Filled: SPN, Cas/Dean, Skinny dipping in a lake to get clean after a hunt - Dean's a sneaky sneak

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

“Perfect,” Dean said.

He pulled the Impala over, got out and went around to the passenger door. Castiel stared up at him, confused, when Dean grabbed a fistful of his jacket. “C’mon, we’re getting cleaned up before we stink the car out.”

The angel let himself be pulled out of the vehicle, and watched as Dean leaned against it to pull his boots off. “We’re not at the motel,” he said, finally.

Dean gave him a I got the stupidest angel in the garrison look and moved onto his shirt. “Right. The shower in that room doesn’t work and the longer we sit in the car like this, the harder it’s going to be to clean. I’m not replacing the upholstery again.” He nodded in the direction of the lake, at the bottom of a gentle grassy slope.

“Dean. Are you proposing we bathe in the lake?”

“Well, we won’t get clean just looking at it.”

Castiel sighed. He glanced down at his clothes. The werewolves’ blood covered much of his apparel, and with his grace much reduced, he’d taken Dean’s suggestion to preserve the rest by not performing acts of ‘Angel mojo’ for mundane tasks. Like getting clean. Dean said that was what showers and Laundromats were for.

Unfortunately, neither of those things appeared to be here.

“Shy?” Dean taunted. He was down to his underwear, and started to slip them off. “Come on, Cas. It’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before.”

Castiel bristled. “Stripping me out of wet clothing when Meg tried to drown my vessel and I was unconscious does not count.”

Dean shrugged. “Suit yourself. But you’re not getting back in the car until you clean off in the lake. So stop being such a prissy little dick and get a move on.”

Castiel knew how stubborn Dean could be. Dean wouldn’t leave him by the lake and drive off without him, but he would pick at him until Castiel relented. He tugged off his tie, and carefully folded the rest of his clothes beside where Dean had tossed his aside.

He walked down the slope and carefully waded out to where Dean was floating on his back.

“This is great,” Dean said. “Isn’t it great, Cas?”

“It’s cold,” Castiel said. “The water is dirty. And you haven’t considered that we will have to put back on our dirty clothes after we are clean. Unless you mean us to wash them and wear them wet while in your car.”

Dean straightened up and swam over to him. “Actually I did. There’s spare clothes in the trunk, and the upholstery’s wash down. I learned my lesson after last time.”

Castiel cocked his head to one side. “Then why are we naked in a lake?”

Dean grinned, and kissed him. “You’re a clever little angel. You’ll figure it out.”

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Jensen had asked Misha if he wanted to hang out downtown. Look around, do some shopping.

Jared had warned him not to.

"I'm just being nice, the guy doesn't know anyone in town," Jen had said.

"Trust me, Misha won't think you're just being a friend."

Jen had just rolled his eyes. In Jared's wacky mind, every guy they met - gay, straight, or in-between - was madly in love with Jen.

So Jen was happy to find that the afternoon was going fine. Misha seemed at ease and having fun, telling Jen stories about places he had travelled to, cracking jokes about the kitschy things they found in the Vancouver shops. Okay, sharing the chocolate-raspberry cupcake at the coffeeshop could be construed as a date-like activity, but Misha hadn't seem to think anything of it. And it was a really big cupcake.

Walking home, it started to rain. "Weather in the Northwest," Jen said with a shrug. But as the rain starting falling harder, the two men quickly became soaked. They walked faster, but neither was familiar with that part of town and they ended up in some residential area, unsure of which way to go next. Seeing Misha fold his arms and hunch over, Jensen checked around to see if any overly-concerned neighbors were watching, and then grabbed Mish's arm and pulled him into a nearby unfenced yard. There was a tiny roofed area next to the garden shed, just across a patch of tigerlilies. Jen and Misha crowded into the small space, where they were relieved to be out of the rain and the wind.

"Let's wait until it lets up a little," Jen said, and Misha nodded, shivering in his soaked blue T-shirt. Without thinking, Jensen took off his denim jacket and put it over Misha's shoulders.

Misha looked startled by the action. Caught off guard, he tilted his head up at Jensen, his eyes momentarily revealing more than he intended.

Jensen noticed. He saw Misha's want, and he saw Misha's fear, too. Jensen looked down at Misha's face, hair plastered down across his forehead, drops of water still glistening on his face, on his eyelashes and cheeks and lips. And Jensen felt the urge to taste him, to grab onto his wet mess of hair, to make the fear of rejection leave Misha's eyes and replace it with something else.

Misha didn't resist. And as Jensen's tongue slid between Misha's lips, and he tasted the warm sweetness of Misha's mouth, Jensen thought, "Damn. I hate it when Jared's right."

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Surfing

[vegetasbubble.livejournal.com]

Veronica was sitting on the beach - the soft morning sun coming just over the horizon. She smiled gently when she seen Logan walking towards the water.

He was clad in his wet suit- full and black and gripping in all the right places. She watched as he trotted to the water, pulling his surfboard in front of him.

Veronica smiled at the memory of when he first asked her to join him surfing. She had managed to stay up for only five minutes before he gave in and took her in and kissed her hard on the mouth for trying.

She grinned as he started on the morning waves- watched as the sun glistened on his hair, the water catching on his arms and the every movement he made.

Veronica looked down at the surfboard beside her - it had been a while since that first surf lesson- and jumped to her feet and made her way over to the surf.

(Short and cliche I know)

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Buffy/Spike, All she wanted to do was take a bath

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Spike/Tara, Caught in the rain

One Cloudy Day

[samueljames]

Apologies, just realised I wrote the wrong thing.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, He looked good wet

[love-is-epic.livejournal.com]

She was mesmerized, watching him saunter out of the surf, short-board tucked under his arm, wetsuit pulled down to his waist. He had always looked good wet - water sliding along the extensive lines of his torso, finding its way around hints of lazily sculpted muscles. His longer hair was adept at holding the salty liquid liberally, shining as the afternoon sun glinted off it just so.

A warm, tingly feeling began between her legs, her chest being hit with more than just a dull ache. His eyes found hers and locked her in, the world falling away and becoming their own. They left their patches of sand, hot and dry, cold and moist, intent on being closer, finding middle ground.

The waves crashed in the near distance, only but a backdrop as his lips reached hers. They were still wet, tasting the salt on her tongue as she easily pried them open. Strong hands circled her waist, dragging her against the rugged planes of his chest. She could feel water droplets, cool and damp, seeping through her thin cotton shirt.

Love and lust swirled around them, filtering out barriers, staying hurtful memories. In this moment, she could feel the forever between them, sliding easily over life-sized hurdles. It was him and her - together. Right then it felt like more than enough, fervent desire and endless passion fueling their eternal flame.

She held on for as long as she could.

The breeze blew harder, the tide was rolling out. He faded into the haze of dusk, her hands searching fleetingly, only finding the spray of the ocean in her touch.

Nothing was forever.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Vala, He fell into a puddle

Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Vala, He fell into a puddle

[sg-wonderland.livejournal.com]

Vala didn't even try to hide her laughter. "Oh, darling, you're all..."

Daniel resisted the urge to splash childishly in the puddle where his ass was currently resting. "Considering it's your fault I fell in, the least you could do is not laugh."

Vala opened her mouth for another zinger but stilled as she looked, really looked, at Daniel. Water had plastered his scarf to his head, streams of moisture had necessitated the removal of his glasses and his long, dark lashes seemed even longer and darker in their damp, spiky state, framing eyes fiery blue in annoyance. His uniform clung to a body made hard and firm by years of work.

With a soft oath, she knelt in the water, straddling his hips. "Let me," she crooned, pushing his bandana back, her hands sliding through the wet strands of his soft hair. "Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" She tilted his head and angled her mouth to fit over his. She delighted in his momentary hesitation before his mouth opened beneath hers and then his hands were on her waist and he was kissing her back....

"Well, well, some folks don't know how not to mix business with pleasure," the soft, southern voice announced from behind Vala. "Get up, Jackson, and quit fooling around."

She reluctantly drew away, nipping Daniel's lower lip between her teeth as she released him, not moving from his lap. Without turning, she replied, "I was just resucitating Daniel, Colonel Mitchell. He seemed to be having trouble breathing." Vala slowly, sensously uncurled herself to stand before offering Daniel a helping hand.

"Yeah, I can see that." Mitchell whistled as he walked by. Carter pretended not to notice but Vala was pretty sure Teal'c gave a sly wink before he followed the rest of SG-1.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Watership Down (book), Blackberry & Fiver & Kehaar, experimenting with boats (gen)

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, sun, sand, and sea

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, outside in the rain

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

"C'mere..." Christian sat up and reached out for Steve, tugging him sharply and pulling him to the ground. "That's better," he laughed, leaning over and kissing him. "You were too far away."

Steve simply grinned and laid back on the warm grass, facing Christian. "Not anymore."

"Nope," Christian agreed, stretching out. He tangled their fingers together, his eyes sliding closed his contentment. "S'gonna rain," he murmured.

"You wanna go back inside?" Steve cocked his thumb over his shoulder in the vague direction of the house.

Christian shook his head. "I like it out here. It's warm, I'm comfortable, and I got you all to myself without my mama tryina steal you off me. And I always wanted to kiss you in the rain."

"That so?" Steve shivered as the first raindrops started to fall on them, cool against his warm skin. "Looks like you're gonna get that wish," he grinned as Christian cupped his face and kissed him on the lips.

[ladyelleth.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Maglor/Daeron, 'I cannot find the Silmaril'

[ladyelleth.livejournal.com]

Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Imrahil, swans

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Legolas was fascinated with the clasp of Lord Imrahil’s cloak. It was a swan and Legolas thought that it was a fitting emblem for such a noble house. The clasp was a small and delicate work worthy of an Elven blacksmith and Legolas wondered if it was a family heirloom descending from Amrod’s people themselves.
“You are staring again, dear friend.” Aragorn teased him and slung his arm over Legolas’ shoulder. Legolas looked away from Imrahil who stood a few meters away and spoke with Eomer. Aragorn laughed softly:
“Don’t worry, Legolas. He has been a widower for many years. You have to remember that our customs are not your customs. We can take more than one mate in a lifetime.”
“I know. I wandered the world for many years with you, didn’t I?” Legolas reminded him. Aragorn laughed again:
“He’s staring at you when you’re not looking, just as much as you do.” Just in that moment Imrahil looked over to them, found Legolas’ eyes and smiled. The contact lasted for a moment until Imrahil broke it and went back to his conversation with Eomer.
Aragorn patted Legolas encouragingly on the shoulder and left him alone.

Aragorn had apparently decided to play matchmaker because at dinner he found himself seated next to Imrahil and when he looked at Aragorn and Gimli they both looked conspicuously innocently back.
“Prince Legolas.” Imrahil greeted him. Something must have shown on Legolas face because Imrahil continued: “Are you surprised that Aragorn disclosed your title to me?”
Legolas felt slightly tempted to turn his head and glare at Aragorn but it seemed inappropriate, so he said:
“No, not particularly.”
Food interrupted their conversation for a short while until Legolas asked:
“I couldn’t help but notice your clasp. It is a very fine work.”
Imrahil tilted his head acknowledging before he swallowed and answered:
“It’s a family heirloom. You can find more than a few works like this among my people.”
“And the swan? Are there many of them in your realm?”
“No, none at all. Swans don’t live at the sea, which is why many of us believe that these pieces of jewellery come from your people and not from mine.” He told Legolas while a smile played around his lips and his sea-grey eyes never wavered from Legolas face.
“Maybe your and my people forged them together.” Legolas offered: “Tell me about your realm, please. If my people preferred it over the call of the sea then Dol Amroth has to be one of the most beautiful places ever known.”
The evening passed quickly with Imrahil telling Legolas about his home and asking questions about Legolas’ in return. Before they knew it the hall was empty save for them and the fire had burnt down.
“It is late.” Imrahil said when they finally left and stood in the corridor where their paths would take separate turns.
“I didn’t mean to keep this long.” Legolas replied: “Good night my Lord.”
“Prince Legolas,” Imrahil caught his hand before Legolas could turn away: “I must confess that I’m not familiar with the customs of the Elven but Aragorn implied something when he talked to me today that makes me hope that I could ask for your company for tonight.”
Legolas’ eyebrows rose slightly when he heard Aragorn’s name but his hand returned Imrahil’s grip and he smiled:
“I would be honoured.”

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Psych, Shawn/Lassie, pulling him out of the water

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean or Sam & Dean, sailboat and sun

[deannawol.livejournal.com]

"Dude, there is no way that this is going to work!" Sam bitched as Dean cast off the last rope.

Dean looked up, smirking, "Come on, where's your sense of adventure?"

"Back there on the pier with the bottle of coke and the sandwiches we were supposed to bring with us!"

Dean waved off his brothers concerns as he pulled out the old battered map. Pulling out the old sextant, he took a reading and nodded.

"When did you learn all this?" Sam asked, curious.

Dean shrugged, "Guess I just picked it up along the way. Anyway, if we head out on this line, we should be good."

Sam tried to get comfortable on the wooden bench, "Could have gotten one with cushions."

"Quit whining, Sammy," Dean laughed and trimmed one of the sails.

"Isn't it supposed to be foggy or something?" Sam squinted into the sun. "Every legend says mists, and ferrymen."

"Yeah, but everyone expects you to try to sneak in then. That's the beauty of the plan."

"Plan?" Sam asked, ducking one of the sails as it rotated, "You actually have a plan? Beyond steal a boat and sail into the sunset?"

"Course, I do," Dean smiled widely, "There's at least another three steps in there. Gotta land and kick some ass 'fore we're done."

Sam shook his head and turned to watch the water ahead of them. It was mirror still. He let a hand trail over the edge, the cool water taking the edge off the sweltering heat. Shaking his head, he looked back at Dean. He was about to say something when he heard a loud scraping sound followed quickly by a splintering sound.

"Dean?" Sam yelled. "Dean!"

"Yeah, I know."

Sam grabbed a bucket and started bailing the water out of the boat. Two scoops in, he realised it was pointless and just dived overboard, grabbing Dean and pulling him with him. It was an easy enough swim back to shore.

A half an hour later, the brothers sat side by side, still dripping wet, passing a bottle back and forth as they finished off the sandwiches.

"Coulda been worse, Sammy," Dean said quietly. "I'll go a little way up the shore and try again. You get one of those reef maps."

"Dean," Sam looked at his brother, "No! No way we're trying this again. You wanna go break into Avalon, go on your own. I'll just take the Impala and..."

"Dude! Keep your i-whatsit gadgets the hell away from my car... My car!"

"Just saying..." Sam grinned.

"Fine," Dean grumbled, "We'll wait for the mists and try again. Happy now?"

Sam nodded. He knew Dean would eventually see it his way.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

BSG, any, mermaid!AU

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, feels like drowning

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"Come on. Get up."

Nate groaned, his head swimming. The alcohol clouding his head felt like drowning, like escape, like maybe it might be over and he could finally rest. He'd done enough. Didn't he deserve some rest?

"Nate. Damn it, man. Why do you do this to yourself?"

Someone tugged at his shoulder, pulling at him. Nate tried to bat at whoever it was, to make them leave him alone. His wrist was caught in a grip that probably left bruises ringing his arm.

"None of that, Nate. Come on. You're gettin' up whether you like it or not."

"G'way."

"Not happening."

Nate's stomach heaved as someone (Eliot? Yeah, it was Eliot. It would be Eliot. He'd insist on making sure Nate was alive, whether he wanted to be or not.) hauled him upright. A bowl appeared under his chin, catching the contents of his stomach as they exited his throat.

"G'way!" Nate whined once he was done heaving.

"Nope."

The bowl disappeared. Nate's eyes cleared enough so that he could see the picture lying next to several empty bottles. He'd almost made it through the fourth bottle, almost. There was a finger's width of golden liquid resting in the bottom of the bottle, waiting for him. The reason why he'd decided to drink himself to oblivion clawed at his heart, making his breath catch and his body shake.

"Gone," Nate said.

"I know, man," Eliot said, something like sympathy softening the hardness of his eyes. "It's the anniversary. Come on. Up. Let's get you into a shower and then into bed."

"Go away," Nate said, enunciating clearly enough that he almost sounded sober.

"Not happening."

Eliot looked him square in the eyes and hauled Nate to his feet. Nate's head swirled again. It really did feel like drowning but maybe this time he had a life preserver he could rely on to cling to.

"G'way."

"No."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, hot shower

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"You alive in there?"

Eliot pondered the question, letting the hot water pounding against his shoulders ease the soreness. Probably two fractured ribs, split lip, big ass bruise on his stomach that made him flinch every time the water hit it. Yeah. Alive.

"Eliot?"

"What?"

"You alive?"

"I think so."

The shower curtain twitched aside, showing Eliot Nate's worried eyes and messy hair. Nate scanned his body, visibly adding up the list of injuries. Eliot rested his forehead against his wrist, leaning into the wall. Nate sighed, shutting the curtain.

He could hear Nate moving around in the bathroom, opening drawers and rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Eliot could catalog the supplies he gathered by the sound they made. Bandages, wraps, aspirin since Eliot wouldn't take anything more without a doctor's order and Nate standing over him with a glass and the pills. He heard the towel being stole and raised his head, wondering and then not caring as Nate brought a clean towel out of the cabinet.

"You getting out?"

"Yeah," Eliot said, the water starting to drift to tepid. He didn't move to shut it off.

Nate reached into the shower and shut the water off for him, pulling the curtain aside. He had one of the big bath sheets over his shoulders and his sleeves were rolled up so that he wouldn't get wet. Eliot looked at him, nodding slowly.

"Come on. Let's get you dried off."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Just what we do, right?" Nate said, his hands gentle as he wrapped the towel around Eliot's body and started rubbing his hair dry.

"Yeah."

Eliot leaned into Nate's shoulder, refusing to let himself doubt, to fear, to pull away.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

SPN/Angel/Buffy, any, good and evil awkwardly sharing a hotel jacuzzi

Change of Meeting Venue, Angel/Spike/Xander/Sam/Dean, PG-13

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/]

Everyone seemed to be mistaking Angel’s jacuzzi for the communal swimming pool.

First it was Spike, dragging a reluctant Xander behind him and Angel had immediately felt sorry for the guy. This couldn’t have been what Xander had expected when Spike invited him to Beverly Hills for the weekend, localised Hellverse aside.

Spike took advantage of Angel’s mental fatigue and kneeled in next to him with only an arched eyebrow daring Angel for a challenge. If he hadn’t brought Xander, Angel would have kicked his smug ass out the door. It was rude to assault friends in each other’s company.

The older vampire leaned his head back on the tub’s rim as Xander climbed in and Angel shrugged off his look of apology.

It had been a long week.

Then there were the two latecomers who rifled through Angel’s entire presidential suite before stopping in the open-space archway connecting the jacuzzi to the living room. They and Xander looked sort of stunned. Angel was a bit curious himself.

The taller man frowned. “Uh….?”

Spike gestured between Angel and the two men hovering awkwardly by the towel rack.

“These are some mates of mine, said they were passing through and I told ‘em to stop by.”

The shorter, stockier man glared at Spike and motioned with the box of pizza Angel hadn’t noticed at first.

“Spike, you said to bring pizza because you had intel on Lucifer; what the hell is with the Jacuzzi?”

Xander held up his hands, bewildered. “Whoa. Guys. Could we take a minute here and –“

“Xander… Angel,” Spike interrupted, calmly and pointed at each of the men in turn, “This is Sam and Dean. Winchester.”

Well, that changed a lot. Angel stared in interest.

“Oh. I knew your father. I’m… sorry.”

Spike punched him in the arm, face twisted in disbelief. “Blokes don’t want to hear about their father from a stranger in a Jacuzzi, Angel. Bloody hell.”

The taller one, Sam, shook his head in disbelief and turned his back. “This is too weird.”

“Sam, turn that tight ass around and get in the tub. You probably stink of road trip, yeah? I can tell. And bring us that pizza, I wasn’t kidding,” Spike said and gave the men his most patronising stare until the one named Dean rolled his eyes and shucked off his jacket.

“If this was anyone else, Spike –“

“There’d better not be any anchovies or the devil’s running free tonight.”

Xander blinked in confusion even as he shuffled closer to Spike, making space. "You... can't even eat that...."

Spike's glare was droll. "You eat, don't you?"

It looked like the week wasn’t over yet.

Angel rubbed a hand over his eyes and wondered just when he had yielded control of his own bathroom.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, purple rose petals and floating candles in a giant bathtub

[weesta.livejournal.com]

SPN RPS, Jensen/Jared, water balloon fight

[weesta.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker or Hardison/Parker, under the boardwalk

Leverage, Hardison/Parker

[emily64cooper.livejournal.com]

"Let's take a walk," she says, pulling him by the hand.

"Alright. Guys we'll be... that way," he calls to the team. They wave them on, knowing they'll be just fine. It is, after all, a crowded boardwalk.

"Parker, babe, where we going?"

She smiles up at him, that nasty little grin she reserves just for him. Well, and money. And fire.

"Somewhere. Be patient, Hardison," she chimes.

They've reached a bare point on the boardwalk when a set of metal stairs comes into view. They descend them in silence. A spell has fallen over them; one that consists of the illustrious moon and the soft sound of the nighttime waves. They couldn’t break free if they tried.

Parker sits on the bottom steps and removes shoes, prompting him to copy her.

“This way,” she whispers, beckoning him with a finger, surely a trick Sophie’s taught her, but entirely irresistible nonetheless. The moonlight bounces off her hair, making it shine brilliantly; she’s never looked more beautiful to him.

She quickly leads him toward the edge of the water, under one of the boardwalk’s three piers. Here, a blanket is spread, another folded on its corner.

“You,” she says, turning toward him, voice sultry, “are going to make love to me. Right here, right now.”

So he does. And it’s hot, and sweet, and sticky, and intimate, and better than ever before. It’s different than all the other times. It’s everything they’ve ever wanted, but nothing they’ve ever asked for. It’s perfect.

Afterward, she rolls to face him, placing her hands on either side of his head. “See,” she says breathlessly, “I told you it would be fun to go to the boardwalk tonight.”

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, splash!fight detour at a waterfall (a spot of fun)

Splash

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Lancelot's experience with water was shaped by his acquaintance with the fae, and a childhood that included the Lady of the Lake. He knew still pools and mischievous water spirits who, in their friendlier moods would not have hesitated to pull him into the lake and show him interesting lairs and grottoes (even if they often were distracted and left him there to find his own way back). He could swim like a fish.

On the other hand, Gawaine's experience with water had been shaped by cold winters and the unforgiving North Sea. He knew meltwater streams that flooded late every spring and salty breakers that crashed against the rocky outcroppings. He knew water as powerful, unpredictable, and often treacherous.

He had also been caked with mud for entirely too long.

They were in some forgotten, Druidic corner of Whales. There was a waterfall, but the stream was slow-moving around it. Lancelot had already stripped to his skin and waded in, in an attempt to get the mud out of his hair and the road dirt from all the crevices in his skin. Gawaine was not entirely certain whether he wanted to get in.

It wasn't home, but it was spring, and the temperature on the bank was pleasantly cool, especially after the sun and dust on the road. The water was sure to be cold, and while Gawaine of all people had no fear of cold, he wasn't going to subject himself to it unnecessarily, either.

Lancelot surfaced, caught Gawaine's eye, and cocked his head slightly, asking what was taking him so long.

Gawaine rolled his eyes theatrically.

Lancelot grinned.

Gawaine sat down on the stony bank and stretched his legs out in front of him, waving a hand dismissively at his friend's smirk, but he resolved to keep an eye on Lancelot until he'd made up his mind. Washing his arms and face only had to involve full submersion if he let Lancelot pull him in.

Lancelot dipped below the greenish surface of the water again, and for a moment Gawaine watched his friend's pale body dart through the water until he disappeared in a shadowy patch closer to the falls.

Gawaine leaned back, relaxing a little in spite of himself. The sound of the falls was steady, and if he didn't think too much about it sounded like heavy rain on a solid roof, someplace he was comfortably out of it. Now if Lancelot would be content to play at fish on his own, Gawaine could lean back, watch the wind in the trees, and actually relax as he rarely did on the road.

He'd let a fox picking its way around the other side of the water distract him for a moment when Lancelot came barreling out of the water beside him, sending water droplets in all directions. Most of it, however, his Gawaine, as had been intended.

The water wasn't as cold as he had assumed, but it was terribly unexpected, and Gawaine cringed backwards on reflex. "Ludd! What was that for?"

Lancelot gave him his most innocent and reasonable stare. "Someone might think I had thrown a stone at you," he said.

Gawaine rolled his eyes and gave into the inevitable, tugging his now-soaked shirt over his head and kicking his boots off as he did so. Linen might dry fairly quickly, but leather wouldn't.

And, even though he knew it would hardly faze Lancelot, he slapped his forearm into the water as hard as he could.

Lancelot grabbed the arm, blinking water out of his face, and tugged his already badly-balanced friend into the water.

Gawaine didn't want a mouthful, so he didn't swear, but it was a near miss. He found a hold on the pebbled ground instead and surfaced like the Leviathan, sending waves out from him in all directions, and wiped the hair out of his face.

To look into the face of Lancelot, grinning like a cat.

"Swim fast," Gawaine suggested, but he could feel the grin on his face as he said it.