Challenge

[avamclean]

I 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.

Comments

[avamclean.livejournal.com]

*bounces* Now that was interesting. I know Dean loves his car, but damn, you just made me envy it a bit. Hee!

And yep, you get another drabble. What pairing would you like?

[dana-chosenart.livejournal.com]

Yeay! I'm glad you liked it :D first I was thinking of using the car as a metaphor but then Lisa pointed me to the direction of just going with it, so I did and yeay! :)

Ooooo.. well.. am I being annoying if I ask for another Buffy/Dean? *kicks pebble*

[avamclean.livejournal.com]

Title :: Desire, Inclination, Wish
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.