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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

Current Mood: amused

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From:

somehowunbroken

John is absolutely positive that Cam's not trying to seduce him. He's sure of it, because it's subtle enough that it's almost not there, and when he'd tried his own version of responding to it - flirting a little, making slightly more off-color jokes than usual - Cam had just seemed confused.

It's driving John crazy, though, because he's crashing in the guy's spare room while he's stuck on Earth for the next month or so in meetings, and Cam keeps walking around in boxers and socks with his hair all stuck up from sleep, or he'll leave the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and stop to talk to John for a minute on his way back to his bedroom, or he'll eat breakfast in just a pair of worn jeans on the weekends. And his eyes are really, really blue in the mornings, before the weight of the universe settles in, a color that even Lorne would have trouble mixing up.

And his drawl is just a touch heavier when he first wakes or when he's about to go to sleep, and John's always been a sucker for a country boy. And he loves football, and flying, and fast cars, and Ferris wheels, and John's going to have to find someone else's couch to crash on, else he's going to lose his damn mind.

Too late, he thinks later that week, because he and Cam are relaxing on the couch with a movie on, and John's had maybe a beer and a half, enough to loosen him up but not nearly enough to impair his judgment, and right in the middle of a scene with something exploding he leans across the two feet separating them and kisses Cam full on the lips.

Cam drops his beer.

John's standing and making his way into the kitchen before the liquid is done pouring form the bottle, and he's trying to toss his own bottle into the recycling bin and remember where his keys are and cram his feet into his shoes before he can make even more of an ass out of himself, but when he turns around in the kitchen after putting his bottle into the can, Cam's right there, looking at him.

"John-" he says, and when John doesn't meet his eyes and tries to just push past him into the hallway, Cam grabs him by the arms, looks right into his eyes, and kisses him soundly.

"Oh," John says when Cam pulls his head back. "I - was really about to fuck that up, wasn't I?"

"I probably would have forgiven you," Cam replies, and their faces are still just inches apart, so John leans forward and captures Cam's mouth with his own again.

"Walking around half-naked all the time and that damn stupid voice of yours and Michigan/Michigan State," John breathes. "How was I supposed to-"

"Sorry," Cam apologises, "it's just how I am," but he doesn't sound sorry at all as he threads his fingers into John's hair and draws him closer and closer until John can't do anything but kiss him again and again.