Monday - Temptation Day

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Greetings folks!

I'm running in to pinch hit while we work out a transatlantic glitch.

Today I'd like to play with Temptation as our theme...

Seduction, the fall from grace, the slippery slope into damnation, the road to hell paved with good intentions...as innocent as enticing someone to skip school or go along with a prank...as dark and twisted as seducing an angel to fall...and everything in between...


Make the code monkeys happy and formulate your prompts properly:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, "Want, Take, Have"
Supernatural/Leverage, Eliot/Castiel, not everything is so black and white
RPS, Jared/JDM, subtle isn't really his strong suit

As always, follow the rules: No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row...come back and prompt more once some of yours are answered.

Go out and rock this monday!

Theme=temptation

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[kay-obsessive.livejournal.com]

They may like to emphasize the more charitable aspects of the Dollhouse, but when it comes down to it, the large majority of the engagements are romantic in nature. Topher is used to this. He’s used to the dark fantasies, the strange kinks, the revealing outfits, the sexually aggressive personalities.

What he’s not used to is having to deal with any of these for longer than it takes to say, “Would you please have a seat? This’ll pinch a little.”

He’s not quite sure how it happened (there was a small security emergency that required all handlers present, and one of them thought it was a good idea to leave a just-imprinted active in his office while the issue was dealt with), but now Topher is stuck in the imprint room keeping watch over Whiskey, who is giving him a strange look from the corner.

She’s all dressed up in some slinky red dress with a slit up to there and a neckline down to there, and she’s been programmed with all the traits of a borderline nymphomaniac. She’s looking increasingly displeased about not doing anything fun and sexy at the moment, and Topher is debating on whether it might be better to just wipe her and re-imprint her once the crisis is over.

“Hey there, darlin’,” Whiskey calls out suddenly. Her voice is dark and smoky, and Topher turns around very slowly to face her. “How much longer do think this’ll take? I’ve got places to be tonight.”

Topher shrugs and offers a little grin. “Just a small delay,” he assures her. He’s not used to dealing with the actives beyond his basic script.

Whiskey’s eyes slide over him, and her lips curve into a smirk. She pushes herself away from the wall. “You’re a sweet thing, aren’t you?” she drawls, stepping around the imprint chair and advancing slowly toward him. “You wanna have a little fun while we wait for this mess to pass?”

He gives a nervous laugh. “Fun? I’m already having fun.” He tries to take a step away from her and feels the edge of the computer dig into his back. “Isn’t this fun?”

Her hands crawl up his chest and curl around the back of his neck, and she presses herself against him. “Lots of fun,” she purrs.

“Whiskey,” he tries in a slightly panicked tone, bringing his hands up to her waist to try and push her away. He can’t remember this personality’s name right now.

She flashes him a predatory smile, her fingers tangling in his hair, and says, “Little early in the day for drinks, but I’m sure it could be arranged.” And then she covers his mouth with hers and kisses him roughly, pushing him up against the wall.

Topher’s muffled protest goes unheard. He squirms and his grip tightens over her hips, but he forgets to try and push her away. His eyes slide shut. When she pulls back and lets him breathe, he groans quietly to himself, “You are gonna get me in so much trouble. If your handler comes back…”

Whiskey puts her hand over his mouth to cut him off. “Relax, sweetheart,” she grins. “No one’s comin’ for a long time.”