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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 06:47 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.