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avamcleanI give you my tongue,
and the word it has for you,
and the pleasure it has for you
as I speak silently
to your body.
“Untitled” – Patrick Mulrooney
Okay, so hopefully the first verse of that poem caught my F-list’s attention. I’m proposing a challenge to you all. If you write me a drabble (100 or 200 words; no more, no less) using this poem as a jumping off point with a pairing your choosing as long as it isn’t incest (IE no Sam/Dean or John Connor/Derek Reese) I will let you challenge me to write you a drabble, using this poem for inspiration, for a pairing of your choosing from the fandoms I write in.
The only catch is there can be no dialogue, no spoken words between the two (or three) characters. I want intimacy and soft touches… or heated. I won’t turn away a smatter of sweaty. ;) Heck even humor is welcome.
Good luck and the fandoms I can write comfortably in are as follows: BtVS, AtS, Supernatural, Anita Blake, Merry Gentry, Stargate (SG1 & Atlantis), Dark Angel, The Return, Night Calls, Mercy Thompson series, Sookie Stackhouse series, Resident Evil, Smallville, Blade, Batman (Nolan Movie’veres and comics), Noah Bishop series, Lost, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, Burn Notice. (the bold ‘verses I haven’t written in yet, but I’m willing to try.)
FYI: I might need 24 hours to write response drabble since I work tomorrow, but I do have off the next two days so I can keep going if you guys do and if you write more then one drabble you get more then one drabble in return.
Edit: I'm a tool. *facepalm* Please post your drabbles and pairings as a comment to this thread and I'll respond with a drabble for you.
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Date: 2009-01-19 06:21 am (UTC)*twirls
I haz a seekrit. I'll share it with you when I'm done with it.
Shhhhh... Be vewy vewy quiet... I iz writin' drabblezes
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Date: 2009-01-19 01:36 pm (UTC)Yay!
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Date: 2009-01-19 11:36 pm (UTC)I know, I wrote a none crossover/canon pairing. What a world, what a world
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Date: 2009-01-20 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 01:36 pm (UTC)Think about it. I'll write you a pairing of your choosing. Like Daniel/Capt Jack, Buffy/Jack or Buffy/John, Faith/Daniel, Sookie/Spike... the possibilities are endless - okay not endless, but virtually so. Hee!
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Date: 2009-01-19 08:09 pm (UTC)btw, if you're online again before 5p, hop onto Yahoo. I need to talk to you for a sec - and no it's not a bad thing.
EDIT: So yeah, I'm a moron who can't read. *rolls eyes* For some reason I thought your two days off started today. *shakes head* Umm, I'll be online for a little bit after the disaster that we call tech rehearsal. :D
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Date: 2009-01-20 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-20 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 06:47 pm (UTC)So uh.. are we supposed to comment with it or post in our own journal? *confused* (remember, never done this before ;))
And yeah.. you can only guess where my POV is coming from *giggle* ;D
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Date: 2009-01-20 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-20 11:52 am (UTC)Disclaimer: I know nooothing!
There were no more words, no more confusion. His hands reached out and trailed along her arms, all the way up to her small shoulders. He smiled tenderly at her lowered face, and reached up and touched her chin, raising her gaze to meet his.
Everything fell silent around them, and only they existed in this frame of time. She reached up and stroked his cheek, smiling to herself. As he leaned down, she raised herself up on the tips of her toes.
Without words, their lips met in a soft kiss and he could taste the love between them.
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I'm not good with the whole intimate scenes so I hope this qualifies! :) I actually have another one I'm working on, so be prepared for more ;)
And my pairing, do you really need to ask? *grin* ;)
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Date: 2009-01-20 08:21 pm (UTC)This takes place in the Until Morning (http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-10928/Ava+Until+Morning.htm) ‘verse.
Title: Home
Word Count: 200
Dean’s palm caught the edge of the door and slammed it, rocking the impala as his gaze trained on the front of a one story stucco home just outside Cleveland. It had been too long. He knew it. She knew it and yet they always seemed to find themselves collapsing into each others arms, each others bodies and lives without a thought to the future or past. They didn’t quite fit, didn’t quite mesh, but that wasn’t the point.
Light spilled out into the dark, illuminating a small porch and Dean swallowed as her delicate form filled the doorway, features caught in shadows, hiding her expression, her emotions. She was still and silent, uncaring of the cold that was leaking in and around her as the wind picked up, lifting a flurry of snow and woodland debris between them.
Her head inclined, chin tilting and spilling light across those shadowed features and he saw that smile and as suddenly as the door had opened Buffy was moving, leaping the steps of the porch and filling his arms with warmth and home.
The point was they were together and not alone, they had each other when no one else wanted them.
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Date: 2009-01-20 12:08 pm (UTC)Pairing: Dean Winchester / Impala
Disclaimer: I still know nothing! ;)
He was driving down a new road, caressing its soft feel against the tires of the Impala. Feeling every perfect stretch and letting the car kiss the hot concrete with its every breathe. He'd seen many views in his years but this one was the most breathtaking of all. She moved in a slow manner, he didn't want to rush her but instead take his time and let himself soak up the feel of the new world he was experiencing.
He leaned back, feeling the leather envelope his t-shirt clad back. He moved his left arm up to rest along the open window, feeling the hot metal touch his naked skin. He spread out his fingers a bit, enjoying the warmth from the metal and the sun that was guiding his baby on her way. He stroked the wheel a bit, feeling the worn touch of her in his hand, and then letting his hand rest at the bottom of it with a light touch.
He pushed the pedal a little harder with a smile, hearing her respond as she accelerated down the abandoned road, leaving a thin dust cloud behind them both.
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Thanks to Lisa for the tip about re-writing this in a new direction :D
Does this mean I get two drabbles from you?? ;)
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Date: 2009-01-20 08:23 pm (UTC)And yep, you get another drabble. What pairing would you like?
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Date: 2009-01-22 10:41 pm (UTC)Ooooo.. well.. am I being annoying if I ask for another Buffy/Dean? *kicks pebble*
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Date: 2009-02-03 03:27 am (UTC)Pairing :: Buffy/Dean
Word Count ::500
Note :: I know it was only suppose to be a drabble but the concept of Hemery!Buffy and teenage!Dean got away from me. Hope you enjoy it sweetie!
Desire, Inclination, Wish
A callused palm rested against Buffy’s side, the rough skin catching on the spandex underneath her cheerleading uniform as it inched higher and the mouth currently fused with her own opened wider. His tongue was warm, so warm, and filling more of her mouth then she was use too, but it was also doing the most interesting thing against the roof of her mouth and Buffy found herself struggling to play catch-up. Her hands flexed, fingers digging into the worn, brown leather of his coat and she shifted against the grass, searching for a more comfortable spot beneath the bleachers.
Dean eased back, teeth catching her bottom lip for a brief moment and the sharp tug pulled at something low in her stomach. Buffy shifted again, suddenly restless, and her hands slipped from his shoulders to cup the back of his neck as she dragged him up that quarter inch so his mouth settled completely over her own. His tongue glided back in, smooth and fast and filling her up with heat and edgy movements that flushed her cheeks and throat with embarrassment and something else entirely.
The something else was what let Dean’s hand continue it’s slow rise up her side when she’d slapped Tyler’s hand away many a time before. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast and Buffy found herself fervently wishing it wasn’t a home game that night. Which would have allowed her to forgo the bodysuit currently acting as a very large and constrictive barrier between herself and Dean’s warm, so warm, hand as it lifted another little bit and cupped her breast.
A sound eased up the back of her throat before making a slow crawl from her mouth into his and Dean’s lips shifted against hers. He was laughing at her, the skin around her eyes tightening as Buffy winced, certain she’d just made the oddest noise known to man and now Dean—hot, warm tongue and handed—Dean was going to ridicule and mock her. He pulled back and Buffy kept her eyes shut, brow pulling together as a flinch worked its way across her features, wrinkling her nose.
The hand cupping her breast lifted and his thumb caught the tip of her nipple and her eyes opened, wide and startled as she looked up at him. The first thought that registered—right after the thought about a guy, a hot guy, was touching her nipple—that Dean wasn’t laughing. He was smirking, a sexy, Kimberly would be so jealous, smirk that filled her with the urge to make that odd rumble, purr noise again.
His gaze stayed steady on hers as he drew lazy circles with his thumb and that tightened her nipple. Drew it into the most painful, wonderful distended tip before his gaze fell to her parted lips and the sound was back. And this time she did not care because Dean caught it with his open mouth and the hot, edgy feeling was back in full force.
The end.
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Date: 2009-01-19 07:58 pm (UTC)*cracks fingers and hunches over the keys* My daughter will just have to wait.
RUE THE DAY!!!
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Date: 2009-01-20 03:41 am (UTC)Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-20 02:51 am (UTC)By:
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the lint under my bed…
Pairing: Mercedes Thompson/Adam Hauptman
**
His surprise lasted as long as it took for my shirt to hit the floor with a soft sound. Adam’s eyes seemed to glow for a brief second and then his hands were reaching for me, meeting me halfway as I knelt on the small bed. His kisses had always robbed me of coherent thought and this time I welcomed it instead of resisting, sinking into his body with a soft sigh against his urgent mouth. Ardent demand was tempered by care and the safety of his embrace soothed my instinctive need to run; Coyote submitted to Wolf without hesitation.
Yielding kisses became searing and we shifted against each other, my leg hitching up over his hip and his desire pressing against my soft heat.
Indistinct murmurs and sighs did nothing to distract from large hands gliding through dark hair and white teeth tasting golden skin. Never had enhanced senses been such a blessing and we moved to the sound of our hearts thundering.
Satiated and glowing, we rested; snuggled toe to chest in my small bed and the words began with a hum. He’d said them first, when it mattered most and I looked deep into Adam’s hooded gaze. I opened my lips to speak and he swallowed them in a kiss, tasting deep and savoring what he’d waited for so patiently.
End
PS: I went a little over... Oops?
Requested Pairing: Ben (Mercy Thompson series, after Iron Kissed)/ Faith (BtVS) ** because they’re both proud and broken inside
Re: Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-20 03:38 am (UTC)Requested Pairing: Ben/Faith
Word Count: 100
His accent annoyed her.
Which was why, more often then not, Faith’s mouth would claim his before Ben could utter a sound. Bringing with it more teeth then tongue as his warm—damn warm—hands slipped up the curve of her ass and molded them from hips to chest. Pulling her forward and tighter until she wondered if he was gonna use all that impressive strength to tear her apart or just tear her up. The possessive growl quirked her mouth against his and the question was answered as her back met the wall and her shirt hit the floor.
Re: Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-20 05:31 am (UTC)I own nothing
Mercy Thompson Series/ BtVS
**
Dr. Samuel Cornick/Dawn Summers(post college)
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief. He looked forward to sleeping at the Alpha’s home tonight & thoughts of a wide bed made his tired body hum. He avoided everyone, slipping into the locker room to grab his keys. But instead of the rear entrance, he found himself moving back toward the nurses’ station. There was a humming under his skin & the Wolf rumbled with approval as Samuel followed the pull. Stopping at a gurney, he examined the young woman laying still and pale; the gash on her forehead already surrounded by a deep purple contusion.
She had a very youthful look about her and a memory of young Mercy flashed, but his Wolf disagreed and Samuel found himself leaning in for a closer look. Her scent was compelling and he could feel his Wolf’s interest. Allowing Wolf to claim a mate again before his heart was invested would lead to another heartache he couldn’t afford & he steeled himself to push aside his wilder nature.
But then her eyes opened & he was lost inside a blue sea of recognition. She smiled, touching his face before wincing at the pull of her injured lip. Who was Dawn Summers and why did he feel like he needed to remain by her side?
END
Requested pairing: Jason Stackhouse/Darla
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Date: 2009-01-21 12:15 am (UTC)Word Count: 100
She felt the press of his heart beneath her nails as she curved her fingers and brought them across the flat plan of his chest. His breath shuddered, head falling back as Darla dipped forward, pressed them temple to temple and released a chilled breath against the shell of his ear.
He trembled and her lips spread wider, thighs tightening against his sides as her head dipped lower, jaw stretching as her face shifted. She buried it against his neck, pink tongue easing careful, so careful, between her cuspated canines to taste his neck before she showed him the world.
Note: Didn't mention Jason's name because I really didn't think Darla would have bothered to learn it.
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Date: 2009-01-21 12:30 am (UTC)Re: Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-21 01:51 am (UTC)**
Their cat and mouse game was great fun and she suddenly wondered if both players were the ‘cat’, what should you call the game?
He tried to streak by her, but the moon revealed his sleek form and she pounced. Claws and teeth drew blood, but no lasting damage made and they rolled to a stop in the moon drenched field. Morphing back into his human guise, she gazed into his dark brown eyes and he smiled up at her. Her velvet covered bum rubbed against his naked groin and a breathy moan was her reward.
He was hers now.
**If you guess the pairing, I’d be happy to try one of your choosing…
Requested pairing: Joanna Mills(The Return)/Spike
Re: Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-22 06:35 am (UTC)Darn.
Pairing: Joanna Mills/Spike
Word Count: 200
Dark hair caught on the moisture fogging the window that Joanna propped her head against and traced idle circles through the condensation. Her tired gaze looked past her reflection and into the darkness outside the diner where she currently waited for a cup of coffee and watched as a DeSoto pulled in.
Her brows slopped downward, frown deepening as the movement tugged at the scar above her left eyebrow as she watched the driver pull themselves free of the car. Bleached hair catching the light spilling from the diner and Joanna’s hand stilled against the glass as the figure made his way across the parking lot. Coat billowing behind them as they took the three steps leading to the entrance in one leap and the orange flare of a lit cigarette arched from the porch.
Johanna’s gaze slipped toward the entrance and she took in the lean body beneath that dramatic leather coat before her chin lifted and she met their gaze. Blue eyes widened before they narrowed as a world seemed to pass in a moment and then he was moving, taking the seat across from Joanna and watching her with the same intensity that she had watched him.
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Date: 2009-01-22 03:47 pm (UTC)You know, I realized that I didn't put the fandoms down. My bad. It was the SS-SVS (sookie stackhouse-southern vampire series) / BtVS
Dru/ Sam Merlotte
And since I flubbed up... you're welcome to give me a pairing anyway (especially since I LOVED the Spike/JoAnna one). *twirls you
Re: Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-20 05:31 am (UTC)That was a great pairing!
Re: Drabble response
Date: 2009-01-21 12:17 am (UTC)I liked the 'wolf' touches. Made it very unique.
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Date: 2009-01-21 03:49 am (UTC)Fandom: NCIS
Tony’s body let out an involuntary shudder as Gibbs’ teeth nipped at the sensitive spot behind his ear. The older man’s hold on him was tight, nearly possessive. Not that it surprised him.
Earlier that day their suspect had pulled a gun and got off a round before Gibbs had managed to take him down. The bullet had grazed the side of Tony’s chest, not even deep enough to require stitches. He had seen the panicked look in Gibbs’ eyes as he saw the blood and the fingers tightening into a fist to prevent from reaching out to touch him. Forcing himself to remain professional while in the company of their colleagues.
But here at their home it was different. Here he could reassure himself that Tony was safe and alive. Words that couldn’t be spoken at the office and were rarely said in private came alive with each touch.
Gibbs didn’t have to say it out loud for Tony to know that he was loved. Wordlessly he worshipped every inch of Tony’s body. Every kiss soothed his skin and set it ablaze all at once. In the silence he heard every word not said and returned them in kind.
And I know this is going to shock you but.... I wanna read Buffy/John Sheppard ;)
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Date: 2009-01-24 08:20 pm (UTC)Pairing:: Buffy/John Sheppard
Word:: 200
Note: It started out as fluff and then when into an entirely different direction… whoops?
The bridge of his nose nudged her chin and Buffy pulled back, tucking it to her chest as she arched a brow. John’s mouth quirked and his arms tensed around her waist as he tugged her forward and her thighs spread wider as she fully straddled his lap and caught her bottom lip between white teeth. Worked at the tender bit of flesh as John’s gaze lowered to watch the subtle movement and his grip tightened before slowly letting up.
One of his hands freed itself and inched its way upward, between her shoulder blades to urge her forward and her lashes lowered as John’s face drew near. His breath eased across her bottom lip before he caught it with his teeth and she sighed, nimble fingers slipping into his hair, twisting as she drew him that inch closer and pressed their lips together, thighs tightening around his waist.
His head cocked, mouth opening to welcome the clever invasion of her tongue as he returned the act with as much finesse as he could muster after her hips started to rock of their own volition. The kiss deepened, stretched until there was nothing left between them but heat and sweat.
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Date: 2009-01-25 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 04:36 am (UTC)Fandoms: BtVS/Firefly
For as smart as the man was, he certainly leaned toward the moronic when he tried to talk to someone one on one. Especially when he was interested in said person. At least, Dawn hoped he was interested in her. She was fairly certain she had been reading all the body signals correctly since the strangest words would come out of his mouth whenever he spoke.
It was rather cute, in a pathetic sort of way. The great Simon Tam, reduced to babbling and backtracking whenever something stupid left his mouth. She could tell he never really meant them the way they sounded, but for a guy known for his ability to over think things, he never took that few extra seconds to ponder on how some of his phrasing would sound.
But something about the way he fumbled his words while his eyes pleaded for her to understand their true intent tugged at her already falling heart. It was becoming increasingly obvious that if he was interested he wasn’t going to make the first move, which meant it was up to her.
In the middle of yet another rambling backtrack, she silences him by pressing her lip to his.
My next pairing prompt is *drumroll* Captain Jack/Daniel Jackson. :D
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Date: 2009-01-24 08:37 pm (UTC)Pairing:: Daniel/Capt Jack
Word Count:: 200
The thought that anyone named Jack would forever be his best friend while simultaneously being a pain in the ass crossed Daniel’s mind again as he watched his newest team member flirt with the blushing waitress without ever saying a word. It was in the subtle lift of his brow and the, however slight, deepening of his smile that left had her beaming and swatting Jack’s arm with her order pad.
Daniel shook his head and leaned forward, caught the condensation-lined glass of water in his hand and settled himself back for dinner and a show. The first sip had barely slipped past his lips before he noticed Jack giving him much the same look as he had the waitress—not entirely flattering when one stopped think about—and Daniel’s hand tensed when he felt the all too familiar blush work its way up from the collar of his shirt.
He shot his teammate a shrewd and definitely not flattered look before returning his glass to the table and let his hand fall to rest around the base. Jack’s smile slipped away as he studied him a moment before reaching across the table and touching his fingertips to Daniel’s hand.
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Date: 2009-01-25 02:08 am (UTC)And really, Kaylie should have tried that approach with Simon ages ago. He really was very good at putting his foot into his mouth. :D
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Date: 2009-01-21 05:57 pm (UTC)and the word it has for you,
and the pleasure it has for you
as i speak silently
to your body.
“untitled” – patrick mulrooney
The Dance
Pairing: Buffy Summers/Nick Stokes
Large alligator tears spill down her cheeks and I wonder if I’ve made the wrong move. Being with her is a constant dance; she’s passionate and loving but so damn scared of opening herself without control.
Hesitantly I slide my fingers up along the column of her neck, she shudders as I weave my fingers through her hair. With a gentle tug her head tilts back, eyes full of uncertainty widen as I brush my lips across hers.
The muscles under my fingers tighten; with regret I loosen my hold, stepping back.
Like a dance, she moves forward grabbing arm.
Would love a piece featuring Buffy and Noah Bishop Series. No pairing required. *grins*
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Date: 2009-02-07 03:34 am (UTC)Fandom :: BtVS/Noah Bishop Series
Pairing :: Buffy/OC
Rating :: FR18 (non-graphic, nonconsensual situation implied)
Word Count :: 220
The cowl neck sweater shifted, exposing more sun-kissed skin as the teenager bent at the waist, gathering wood to help start the fire her father was prepping. She rose, pushing the ankle high leaves out of her way as she stepped, green eyes narrowed and locked on the ground. Her gloss-covered lips curved upward as she spied yet another dry piece and she turned away before the curved outline of her ass was presented to him as if she knew—of course she knew.
Buffy Summers always knew when a man was watching and he watched. He waited and watched as the sunlight slipped through the soft waves of her hair. She had pulled it back that morning, before the long car ride to Palomar Mountain State Park, and a few strands had loosened, spilling around her face. White teeth were flashed at him—only him—as she twisted her lithe body and made her way closer, gaze still trained on the foliage covered ground.
He slipped around the wide trunk of the tree, easily ducking from sight, so easily. His breath misted outward and shudder wracked his slim frame as he pressed his erection tight against the harsh bark. His eyes fluttered closed as her steps drew nearer and he knew their time to meet drew nearer—so near.
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Date: 2009-02-09 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-07 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-23 04:58 am (UTC)Fandoms: BtVS/SG-1
Buffy stared forlornly out the window. It had been a rough mission all around that day. She didn't know if their current strategy against the Ori was working or if it was just delaying the inevitable. It physically hurt to helplessly stand by and watch another planet fall under the Ori's thumb because they hadn't figured out the best method of taking out the Priors yet. There was nothing more they could do for these people until that day.
Slender but firm arms slipped around her middle and she could feel Vala press against her back. A soft reassuring kiss was placed on her hairline before a cheek rested against her head. Despite Vala's normally talkative nature, she seemed to understand that words were not going to help this time. Instead she silently tightened her hold and stared unseeingly at the view on the other side of the glass, joining Buffy in her vigil.
Vala's touch had the power to ignite a fire under Buffy's skin or soothe the angry beast within. This particular evening, Buffy let her eyes flutter shut and her lover's comforting embrace chase the horrors of the day away.
And after this evenings discussion, I'm sure this won't come as a surprise to you - Clark/Oliver.
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Date: 2009-02-07 05:15 am (UTC)Word Count :: 411
Pairing :: Oliver/Buffy/Clark
Rating :: FR21
The hard ridge of skin covering the tips of his fingers grazed her neck as Oliver pushed a strand of hair behind Buffy’s shoulder and slipped his hand around the back of her neck. Fingers cupping the corded muscles as he leaned over, captured her mouth with his own and swallowed her startled cry as Clark’s mouth found its way between her spread thighs. His mouth pressed against hers, pushing downward and forcing her to open wider as his tongue slipped in, skimmed around with a practiced ease and finesse that mimicked Clark’s actions and had her hands fisting in the blanket laid out under them.
The straw crackled beneath her shuddering form and a hand rose from the blanket to cup the back of Oliver’s head. Her mouth narrowing around his tongue and she pulled it further inside with a light suction as Clark’s talented mouth tightened the muscles in her stomach, started a slight quiver in her thighs and suddenly a wind lifted her hair, cooled the sticky sweat covering her body and Clark was inside of her. Stretching, filling and her back arched, mouth breaking free of Oliver’s as she gasped for breath and the orgasm rocked her body, tightening it around Clark’s cock as his hands gripped her hips, held them immobile and himself inside of her.
She came back to them with the feel of Clark rocking between her thighs, shallow thrusts that had her shifting against the wool blanket and she blinked up at the sight of Oliver’s mouth pushing against Clark’s. Teeth nipping and dragging his bottom lip downward before easing back in and she watched their jaws work, lips spreading and her inner walls tightened and she dipped her chin, watched their effect send ripples up Clark’s stomach and into his chest as the muscles flexed.
He broke the kiss and turned his darkening gaze downward and Buffy smiled, mouth still swollen from Oliver’s attention, and shifted her gaze to her other lover. Her hand stroked his thigh, fingers slipping through the coarse hair as she inched higher until her hand found its way around the base of his cock and twisted. His head fell back and her smile stretched as Clark lowered himself down, arms caging her shoulders as his hips thrust forward. She kept her hand in time with Clark’s easy momentum, ensured they all felt the same steady movement and that this, these moments never became a two man show.
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Date: 2009-02-07 05:19 am (UTC)*fans self*
damn girl.... you need to write this threesome more often.
Yes, that was a nudge.
but it can wait until after May...
*fans self again*
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Date: 2009-01-25 02:56 am (UTC)Title: Giving In
Fandom: NCIS
Small hands shoved him against the wall before fisting his jacket. He felt himself tugged down just enough so that lips could be raised to meet his own. Fire raced through his veins as he pulled the lithe body closer to his own. The last four years had been building to this moment. All of the glances, the subtle comments, the deliberate teasing.
He hadn't been kidding when he told her that he was tired of pretending. The hiding how they really felt about each other. Not letting the moment progress farther than professionally appropriate. But what he had intended on doing was burying his feelings completely so that neither would get hurt. He hadn't counted on her coming over to his apartment and boldly making a move before he could even get a greeting out.
The last time they had kissed they were undercover, but it had never been like this. Before it was all for show, this was filled with a desperate hunger. A hunger for each other that they were no longer denying. He gave in to her passionate claim on him and led her towards his bedroom, never breaking contact with her body.
And my final pairing request: Buffy/Michael Weston. ;)