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toestastegood is hosting a Five Acts comment fic-a-thon this week. Here’s the deal: - Post a list of your five favorite themes/kinks to read about and a list of your favorite fandoms/pairings.
- Read other folk’s list here at the masterlist (and leave a link back to your own.)
- Post comment fic for people based on their lists.
1. Confessions (revelations of love/desire; of other secrets; truth or dare games. revealing truths when feverish, feelings randomly being blurted out during a crisis, post-sex pillow talk..or during, in vino veritas…)
2. Domesticity (cuddling, shopping together, cooking for one another, hanging out, spooning, anything that an established couple/friends who might as well be a couple might do.)
3. Wet & Dirty (characters sweating, showering together, swimming, wet clothes, dripping hair, getting caught in a downpour, dirt under their nails, muddy, covered in paint…)
4. Journeys (odysseys and quests; time-travel; being lost and trying to get home; road trips; run-down hotels, unscheduled pit stops, ghost towns, dreams…)
5. Private Encounters in Public Places (touching under the table, sex in the car/bathroom stall/while someone’s sleeping next door, arguing and/or making up in the presence of company, etc.)
Lost: Juliet/Anyone except Ben, Miles/Anyone, Charlie/Any Lady, Sayid/Any Lady, Jack/Claire/Sawyer (any combination thereof), Jack/Ana, Charlotte/Dan, Kate/Tom Brennan, Kate/Kevin, Des/Penny, Richard/Eloise, Sun/Michael, Boone/Shannon, Jack/Sun, Jack/Boone, Charlie/Miles, Esau/Jacob, Jack/Juliet/Sawyer
Being Human: Any combination of George/Annie/Mitchell, Annie/Hugh, Annie/Sykes, Lucy/Mitchell, Josie/Mitchell, Carl/Anyone
SPN: Dean/Cassie, Dean/Castiel, Bela/Sam, Bela/Hendrickson, Sam/Jo, Ellen/Bobby, Ellen/John, John/Mary, Chuck/Becky, Chuck/Castiel, Sam/Becky
Community: Jeff/Annie, Jeff/Britta, Abed/Troy, Abed/Britta, Troy/Britta
Parks & Rec: April/Andy, Leslie/Mark, Leslie/Ben, Mark/Ann, Leslie/Ron, Tom/Ann
Doctor Who/TW: River Song/The Doctor, Eleven/Amy/Rory (any combination), Nine/Rose/Jack, Owen/Anyone (seriously, anyone at all), Gwen/Rhys, Ten II/Rose, Martha/Jack, Ten/Rose, Donna/Anyone, Amy/Vincent, Ten/Reinette
Fringe: Astrid/Peter, Olivia/Charlie, Olivia/Peter
Mad Men: Don/Peggy, Pete/Peggy, Don/Rachel, Joan/Roger
BTVS/ATS: Willow/Oz, Buffy/Xander, Oz/Xander, Angel/Cordy, Xander/Anya, Fred/Gunn, Faith/Robin, Willow/Fred
Dollhouse: Adelle/Dominic, Adelle/Topher, Ivy/Topher, Tony/Priya, Zone/Adelle
Gilmore Girls: Luke/Lorelai, any combination of Rory/Jess/Paris, Lane/Dave, Rory/Marty, Lorelai/Jason
Psych: Gus/Shawn, Gus/Juliet, Gus/Juliet/Shawn, Lassiter/Juliet, Shawn/Emily Bloom
Harry Potter: Remus/Sirius, Harry/Luna, Hermione/Ron, Harry/Hermione/Ron, Neville/Luna
Warehouse 13: Pete/Myka, Claudia/Fargo, HG Wells/Anyone, Pete/Leena
Ugly Betty: Betty/Daniel , Betty/Gio
Dead Like Me: Mason/George
Crossovers: Bela/Miles(!!!), Juliet/Any Winchester, Claire/Any Winchester, Charlie/Oz
And Now It’s Light, George/Mitchell, PG, Scars for
toestastegoodDamon Salvatore Never Has These Problems, Being Human, George/Annie, PG, pretending to be together for
aurillythe dangers (and benefits) of smoking in bed, George/Annie/Mitchell, R, first time, smoking for
bittersweet325you oughta know…we’ll be okay, Britta/Jeff, PG-13, Regret/Roadtrip for
angela_webercouldn't quit you if I tried, Jeff/Annie, PG-13, Kissing, Secretly together for
angeldylan628There’s a Time and a Place, Dean/Cassie, Hard R, sex in public for
djkiwi2576kiss it and make it better, Dean/Claire, R, Hurt/Comfort, Happiness for
ciaimpala a picture's worth a thousand words, Jack/Claire/Sawyer, PG, travel for
cricketspray to god we won't live to see the death of everything that's wild, Jack/Sawyer, apocalypse for
janie_tangerinelet's pretend we're young and stupid, Miles/Richard, Hard R, tattoos & first times for
gottalovevClose Enough, Miles/Juliet, PG-13, Domesticity for
valhalla37i guess this is a love story, Juliet/Miles/Sawyer, Hard R, threesome, first time, physical response for
phelipawe're hung from the same twisted rope, pre-Sawyer/Kate, PG, on the run, confession/absolution for
mollivandersthe end of the movie, Remus/Sirius, R, menswear for
bold_seerour future is written in stone, Janis/Simon, Flashforward, PG, Future fic, Reunion for
tellshannon815Company, Simon/Mal, Hard R, secrecy for
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websofseaweedthe weather man's still on vacation, Community, Jeff/Annie,getting caught in a downpour by
angela_weberCommunity, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG by
bittersweet325 Lost, Miles/Juliet, confessions by
valhalla37LOST, Miles/Juliet, Domesticity by
phelipaLost, Sun/Michael, confession, G by
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ciaimpalalost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R by
Separate Beds; Jack/Juliet/Sawyer; sex next door, arguing/making up in company, NC-17 by
haldoorevery iteration, not the same, Jack/Juliet/Sawyer by
mollivandersA Girl That Could Easily Twist Your Mind (but right now it feels so fine) Miles/Bela (Lost/SPN crossover) by
gottalovev lesson learned, harry potter, remus/sirius,being lost and trying to get home by
angeldylan628The Sweetest Price He’ll Have to Pay, Angel/Cordy by
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Date: 8/28/10 03:16 am (UTC)Being Human, George/Mitchell, wet, showering [1/2]
Date: 8/28/10 02:08 am (UTC)"Rain," he had panted while Mitchell tried not to laugh.
"Let's get you upstairs," Mitchell had said, pushing and shoving at his shoulders at they ascended towards the bathroom.
Now George's clothes make wet plops as they landed on the bathroom floor. Mitchell doesn't bother leaving him in privacy, shedding his own clothes too without waiting for an invitation - at this point in their relationship, after sharing a house, and then sharing a bed, for several months, he is past the 'invitation only' threshold.
"Umbrellas, George," he says with a wicked grin as he leads his shivering boyfriend under the heated spray of their shower. "They're these wonderful new inventions. They keep the rain off you. Have you heard of them?"
"You'll have an umbrella up your arse in a minute if you don't shut up," George warns, teeth chattering, with a storm brewing on his face. Mitchell smashes his lips against George's temple in apology.
The water is warm and perfect as it rolls down over them, almost enough to make Mitchell feel alive again. His hands reach for George's body and he rubs the goosebumps that have arisen over his arms, palms slick from the water as he tries to force heat back into his body. "Shouldn't be let out alone," he murmurs, just to see George bristle again. It's too easy to tease him. "Terror to yourself."
"If Annie didn't use all the teabags I wouldn't have to have gone out, would I?" George points out, so Mitchell falls back on his favourite defence mechanism: he shuts him up with a kiss, lips to lips, shower water flooding over them. George falls silence after a muffled grunt, and his arms slide around Mitchell's shoulders. Mitchell loves George when he's like this, compliant and soft and easy. He licks his way into George's mouth, tasting him through the water.
He's stirring in interest already as he pushes George against the cold tiles of their shower. George's breath thuds out of him in a rush and Mitchell breathes it in as deeply as he can, chasing George's mouth with his lips. His back blocks George's body, keeping all the water for himself, but George doesn't seem in a rush to complain as he moans,needily , and lets Mitchell in further. His fingers tangle in Mitchell's wet hair, clinging onto the strands with a strength that almost hurts.
He reaches between them and takes George's hardened cock in hand, relieved when George mimics the action. George's grip is always just right, absolutely perfect, as if they were always supposed to fit like this.
Mitchell is only sorry that it had taken them so long to eventually get their act together.
Friends first, that's the way that it will always be with them. The physical side, that's secondary.
Right now, however, it is the first thing on Mitchell's mind. He's not thinking about George's smile or his laughter or even the way he works himself into an adorable tizzy over the most ridiculous things - all he's thinking about is George's hand, his grasp. He works his hand on George's member at exactly the pace he wants on himself, exactly the same pressure too, and is rewards by George copying him and giving him exactly what he wants - what he needs, desperately.
Re: Being Human, George/Mitchell, wet, showering [2/2]
Date: 8/28/10 02:08 am (UTC)It isn't long before they come, one after another, and their spunk is washed down the drain, a stain that swirls at their feet before vanishing forever. George remains slumped against the wall so Mitchell slumps with him, kissing at his face and his mouth as he listens to the thundering of George's heart-beat.
"Feeling warmer?" he asks, with a mischievous grin on his face.
Breathlessly, George nods. "Shower," he says. "Very good idea."
"Should've been a doctor," Mitchell agrees.
"Not if this is how you treat your patients. You'd get sued in a second," George says, prodding his ribs as he supports himself again.
The rest of their shower goes by uneventfully - Mitchell helps George to clean up, and he lathers up the soap for him and does his back, drawing it out as long as he can. The shower is warm - but being with George is infinitely warmer.
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From:Being Human ~ Annie/Hugh ~ Domesticity with a side of Angst ~ Sorry
Date: 8/28/10 07:12 pm (UTC)Hugh had never been considered as a possibility; there was no edge, danger, or excitement to him. Just warm comfort that enveloped what was left of her being like a mug of tea just before dawn. It was easy to smile when he stared at you from those adoring eyes. She felt beautiful when his hand brushed a stray curl from her face. Why couldn’t she feel something, anything for him?
Shortly after Saul crossed over, sparing Annie a dance at death’s door, she’d creep into the pub, to watch Hugh. The pleasure he took in wiping down the bar. The grin that crept across his face when of her favorite songs echoed thru the speakers. Annie would pretend that he could still feel her, snaking her arms around his waist and balancing her chin on his shoulder. It would take seconds to get it right, so she wouldn’t just melt into him. She could smell him, a blend of pine cleaner and fresh soap. Her lips nuzzle his neck as if she were his lover.
Why can’t he feel it?
Why couldn’t she choose him?
Re: Being Human ~ Annie/Hugh ~ Domesticity with a side of Angst ~ Sorry
Date: 8/29/10 03:43 am (UTC)Re: Being Human ~ Annie/Hugh ~ Domesticity with a side of Angst ~ Sorry
From:Re: Being Human ~ Annie/Hugh ~ Domesticity with a side of Angst ~ Sorry
Date: 8/29/10 07:15 pm (UTC)Re: Being Human ~ Annie/Hugh ~ Domesticity with a side of Angst ~ Sorry
From:Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, public sex
Date: 8/29/10 01:55 am (UTC)A plea.
"Shh, Charlie."
A command.
"Liv."
A moan.
Olivia grins wickedly. There's nothing quite like the power of crouching under Charlie's desk, one hand stroking his cock through his pants. She loves how hard he gets for her, how fast it happens. One minute she's walking into his office with an armload of files, the next he's grunting and thrusting his hips into her hands. The power is intoxicating.
"'Livia, I--"
"Shut up, Charlie," she murmurs. "You know you want it, so shut up." Without further ado, she pulls his zipper down and slides his pants down over his hips, not bothering to get them past his knees. She has more important matters to attend to.
His cock is rock hard and straining against his the fabric of his boxers. She licks the tip of it with just her tongue, wetting the fabric. She hears a strangled noise escape Charlie's lips, but he doesn't attempt to stop her again. He always gives into her eventually.
"Should probably get rid of these," Olivia says casually, gesturing to his boxers. "Feel like helping me out, Charlie?"
He pauses a moment, then hurriedly shoves them down to join his pants at his knees. Olivia grins.
"Thought so. Now..."
She spits into her hand, gets it slick, and then reaches out and grabs hold of Charlie's cock. She strokes it gently, from base to tip and then back down again, and then harder, faster, reaching down to play with his balls with her other hand.
"Jesus, Liv, shit!" he exclaims, and his hands fall down to fist in her hair. God, it's hot when does that--reminds her of the times he throws her down on her stomach in one of the crappy motels they visit and thrusts into her from behind, fucking her into oblivion, grabbing onto her hair for leverage. In her mind she can practically feel him filling her, pounding into her, making it hurt the way she likes it. She can practically hear his grunts, his moans, his curses and calls for God--he's loud when they're alone.
A warm flood of moisture rushes into her panties.
"You like my hands, Charlie?" she says, and her own voice sounds a little short for breath. She shifts around slightly where she kneels on the floor, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her throbbing clit.
"God, what do you think?" he rasps, and Olivia can't help but chuckle. That's her Charlie. She slows her hands down, just slightly, but enough to make him groan and push her head farther down.
"I think," she grins, and looks up to meet his eyes now, making sure he can see her face. "I think you like my hands" -- she gives his cock a firm tug -- "but you like another part of me more." And slowly, achingly slowly, her tongue snakes out of her mouth, licks her lips, coating them in moisture. Charlie's eyes are wide, and Olivia can see his forehead creasing because his eyebrows are so raised.
"Now," she continues, "I'm thinking maybe you want me to use that other part of my body. What do you think, Charlie, old buddy, old pal?" Olivia leans forward, plants a quick kiss on the head of his cock, and a shudder wracks Charlie's body.
"I--to be honest, Liv, I'm not doing much thinking at all right now," he gasps out. "I--"
Charlie's voice is interrupting by the loud ringing of the phone.
Olivia freezes, momentarily shocked, but quickly regains her composure. She licks her lips. They taste like Charlie.
"Answer it," she says.
Charlie groans, then bites his lip quickly, shooting a worried glance towards the door. Olivia lightly smacks his thigh.
"Answer it, Charlie."
Despite the fact that she's the one on her knees, they both know who's really in charge here. He complies, reaching for the phone with a shaky hand. His wedding ring glints in the light from the window. Olivia looks down, struck by a sudden wave of possessiveness, and licks his slit with the flat of her tongue.
"Oh, G--Charlie Francis," he chokes out. "This is Charlie Francis." He's flustered beyond belief--and that's just how she likes him. Smirking, Olivia opens her mouth and takes him in.
Re: Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, public sex
Date: 8/29/10 01:56 am (UTC)Olivia takes his shaft in her hands and strokes it, up and down, up and down, slowly taking a little more of his cock into her mouth each time until he's hitting the back of her throat. He's big, almost too big, and thick, too, stretching her mouth, but she's used to his size. She takes it all in stride and starts to move her mouth up and down, fast, fast, faster, all the while lightly playing with his balls.
Charlie's barely holding on now, and Olivia thinks he would've come already if he wasn't still trying to maintain the awkward conversation with whoever he's talking to on the phone. He's mostly nodding, mm-hmming, making non-committal noises, and all the while he's fisting his free hand in her hair, tugging on it for dear life, like he's drowning and it's his only lifeline.
Olivia decides she needs to finish him off, now, before he gets off the phone. She wants to hear him try and reign his orgasm in. So she slides his cock out of her mouth (she hears Charlie gasp loudly above her), slowly, so slowly, and then slides just the head back in. She sucks it loudly, slurping, knowing Charlie loves the noises she makes when she goes down on him; and then, with no warning at all, she takes all of him in again.
"Oh, f--excuse me, ma'am, I have to go," Charlie mutters, slamming the phone down on the receiver. Immediately, he slides his other hand into Olivia's hair, panting and moaning, and pushes her face down. "Fuck, 'Liv, come on, suck me off, finish me off, damnit--"
They move into a frenzy: Olivia, sliding her head up and down Charlie's cock, head bobbing, hands working at his shaft, and all the while rubbing her thighs together because the ache between her legs is almost painful right now and then there's Charlie, trying and failing to keep even a semblance of calm, bucking and moaning.
He comes suddenly, without warning, right down her throat. Olivia would smile if her mouth wasn't so full. This is what she loves most, this right here--the moment when Charlie loses all control, stops caring whether there's someone outside the door or down the hall who's going to see or hear him. He just surrenders completely to the moment.
It's sort of beautiful, actually.
-
When Charlie finally comes down from his high and opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Olivia impatiently sliding her pants and underwear down her legs with one hand. He slides from her mouth with a soft pop; she doesn't really seem to notice, just slips one finger inside of herself, then immediately adds a second, and starts rocking back on them, muttering quiet little obscenities.
And then she feels a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, Liv," Charlie's rough voice murmurs. "Let me take care of that for you."
Olivia groans.
Re: Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, public sex
From:Re: Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, public sex
From:the weather man's still on vacation, Jeff/Annie, getting caught in a downpour (1/2)
Date: 8/29/10 01:56 am (UTC)Well. If her year at Greendale has taught her anything, it's that there are exceptions to every rule.
It's the first day of the new semester (Vaughn didn't work out, sad to say. Annie can't stand a man without a backbone.) and instead of being safely ensconced in the arms of her hey-there-sweetie-oh-my-god-your-tan-looks-amazing!-shut-up-Pierce Spanish II study group she is mourning the demise of her brand-new back-to-school sweatshirt. Maybe she'll write an obituary. Teal green cardigan, two weeks old, tragically drowned in a shocking late August monsoon. Survived by no one. No donations, thank you. Annie could kick herself for forgetting to check the weather report. She'd been so intent on getting here that she even forgot her umbrella. She never forgets her umbrella. She really could just kick herself for being so stupid. Well, technically she couldn't, it'd look weird, and god forbid Annie attract attention. (There isn't a lot of judgment at Greendale, though, which helps Annie get through the days when she feels like smashing a plate glass door or two. Annie is no weirder than any other Human Being, which is nice, if occasionally unsettling.)
It's eleven-oh-two in the morning, but the sky is so dark with storm clouds that Annie can't even see across the parking lot to the library. She spits out a mouthful of wet hair. At least her books are unscathed. If there's a flood and she's swept away and suffocated by the waves at least she will have the comfort of knowing that her textbooks are comfortably settled in her waterproof flame-resistant navy blue backpack.
(Flame-resistant? Really? She'll have to try that out sometime.)
When she finally succeeds in swimming across the parking lot to the door she tries it and it jams. She tries it again. Stuck. She pushes and pulls but the damn thing (yes, Annie Edison swears) is machine-gun-glued shut and she's just about ready to smash it straight through and set off the alarms when she hears a low, familiar (way-too-familiar) voice right behind her. Right behind her.
Annie drops her backpack and screams.
the weather man's still on vacation, Jeff/Annie, getting caught in a downpour (2/2)
Date: 8/29/10 01:57 am (UTC)Yeah. Just like that. Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot, Jeff I'm-a-drowned-rat-in-more-ways-than-one Winger.
When she doesn't say anything he just pulls his (disgusting, ratty, I'm-a-handsome-hobo) hoodie down further over his eyes. She doesn't look at him. It isn't awkward. It isn't awkward at all. (Annie is a believer in the power of positive thinking.)
"Class is canceled," he offers brightly.
"I hadn't noticed." Annie curls her lip and focuses on looking haughty. When she made this face at him last year (she can't remember why, but it was serious. It was definitely important.) Britta told her she looked like Queen Elizabeth "or whatever, that lady on all the Canadian stamps." She picks up her backpack and gets ready to stomp--no, stalk--away.
"I've got an umbrella."
He draws the last syllable out for a good five seconds, all sing-song and whiny like Troy's cell-phone ringtone. She stops. Closes her eyes. Pretends that her mascara isn't running down her face in a twin set of coal-colored tracks. (Dignity, you see, is all in the mind.) And turns around. "You do?"
"No, I don't." He smiles enticingly. "But I know where we can find one."
You see, this is why it sucks (to be colloquial) to not be prepared. Because then you end up owing Jeff your-face-makes-me-cringe-in-embarrassment-because-I-am-inappropriately-interested-in-you Winger. And then your life ends.
(The voices in her head tell her that she never had much of a life to begin with. Annie tells the voices to shut up.)
"Well," she says, "okay," because it's the end of the world as it is and she might as well just roll with it.
Re: the weather man's still on vacation, Jeff/Annie, getting caught in a downpour (2/2)
From:Re: the weather man's still on vacation, Jeff/Annie, getting caught in a downpour (2/2)
From:Lost, Miles/Juliet, confessions, PG
Date: 8/31/10 02:44 am (UTC)Miles regrets the words half a second after they leave his mouth -- hell, probably half a second before, if they'd even entered his wine-addled brain and he's not sure they actually did -- and Juliet pauses with her glass halfway to her lips (they're practically stained purple and her cheeks are blushing red; it happens every time, she'd moaned earlier, I look like a tomato) and stares him down.
Uh oh.
She doesn't say a thing, just sips delicately at the rest of her drink, watches him over the rim of her wineglass.
Why in in the flying blue fuck is he telling her this again? Oh right, because he makes stupid decisions when he's drunk, and they've got three empty bottles of Dharma-brand chardonnay proving just that point. So he shrugs, takes another gulp of wine and fights through the buzz that's pressing against his temples, figures it can't get any worse, even if they've only been with the hippie scientists for a month and if they're stuck in time for however long (Dan's apparently going for a mumbly weirdo world record and has barely strung a sentence together since they arrived) this could get all kinds of awkward --
"Listen, I know when a chick digs me."
Whatever. Let her call his bluff. He likes her -- that's the thing; he likes that she doesn't take any shit and she looks just as hot as she does badass with a rifle under her arm and the way tucks her hair behind her ear and even that smirk -- and what's the worst that could happen? She'll laugh and they'll open another bottle of wine and if he's lucky it'll get lost in the hangover tomorrow.
The corners of Juliet's lips lift, just barely, into a smile, and she leans forward, lets her glass clink down against the coffeetable.
"You're right."
Miles already has a smartass brush-off ready to go, and he almost stumbles into anyway before what she says filters through the haze; he stutters out an um, freezes up again, finally manages to squint at her with a I am? that sounds way more shocked than he likes.
He has to say it doesn't even compare to a few seconds later, when she rises from the couch and stumbles to the front of his chair, leans down and plants one on him. She tastes like wine, and it's sloppy as hell, but it's pretty much the best damn thing that's happened to him ... well, almost ever, so he's not going to complain. Instead, Miles kisses her back, doesn't say a word when Juliet murmurs don't let it go to your head before she pulls back and reaches for another bottle, grins at him with corkscrew in hand.
He grins too, and yep, he thinks, totally digs me.
Re: Lost, Miles/Juliet, confessions, PG
Date: 8/31/10 04:11 pm (UTC)OMG, I looooove this so much. It's adorable and so Miles. I love how he's too drunk to even think about what he's saying. And she likes him back! GUH. I adore this pairing.
Instead, Miles kisses her back, doesn't say a word when Juliet murmurs don't let it go to your head before she pulls back and reaches for another bottle, grins at him with corkscrew in hand.
Why didn't this happen? Thank you so much for this! It's amazing. As are you. :D
Angel, Angel/Cordelia, The Sweetest Price He'll Have To Pay (Confessions)
Date: 8/31/10 03:10 am (UTC)Pairing: Angel/Cordelia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 532
Summary: Angel visits Cordelia in the hospital more than he’d ever admit. Post Angel Season 4
Lost, Sun/Michael, confession, G
Date: 9/3/10 11:27 pm (UTC)And she had loved that Michael was willing to do that for her. After years of marriage to Jin, where he had always put his work for her father first, Sun appreciated Michael’s putting her first. But now that he was actually talking about leaving on the raft in order to get her rescued, she’d known that she didn’t want him to go.
Sun had never meant for anything bad to happen; she’d thought that by doing this she was keeping Michael safe. That Arzt man had said that the raft needed to set sail the next day otherwise the monsoon season would cause it to drift in the direction of Antarctica; Sun had thought that if she just made Michael too sick to travel the day he intended to, he would have to abandon his attempt.
But now that she was actually sat there with Michael, watching him sleep, Sun realised what she had done. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, Michael.”
As she watched, Michael stirred, opened his eyes.
“Michael?” Sun blinked, wondered if he had heard what she had said.
Michael muttered something which Sun had to strain to hear. “I love you, Sun.”
Any other time, she would have welcomed his confession. But not now, not when she had been so close to blurting out her own.
Re: Lost, Sun/Michael, confession, G
Date: 9/5/10 03:33 am (UTC)The twist of having Sun poison Michael on purpose, instead by accident is genius. Thank you so much for this! <3
Lost, Jack/Sawyer, Private Encounters in Public Places
Date: 9/4/10 03:44 am (UTC)"You have a better idea?" Jack yelled back. A crowd had gathered around them, every survivor finding a spot on the sand to watch. "We're not all going to just stand around and wait for the Others to kill us!"
"Yeah, cause blowing ourselves up is a much better way to go, Doc!"
"Why are you being such an asshole?" Jack finally snapped, throwing his arms in the air in complete frustration. Kate began to move between them.
"Because I don't want you to die, jackass!" Sawyer yelled, the desperation flooding through his voice. Before anyone in the crowd could process what was happening, Sawyer's rough hands were on Jack's face, and he was pulling Jack in. Their lips met, hard, enough to send Jack reeling backwards.
The other Survivors were completely silent, all eyes on the two men. For a moment, Jack stood frozen, chest heaving. Then he took two steps forward, until he was directly in front of Sawyer.
"Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" Jack said with a grin, grabbing the back of Sawyer's head and pulling him in for another kiss.
"About time," Charlie said, shaking his head with a laugh as he headed off towards his tent. The other survivors followed his example, leaving the two men wrapped around each other on the now-empty beach.
Re: Lost, Jack/Sawyer, Private Encounters in Public Places
Date: 9/5/10 03:36 am (UTC)This is amazing. And there's spontaneous kissing and declarations of love and damn, this is like a keyboard smash of my favorite kinks. Thank you so much for this! :D
Re: Lost, Jack/Sawyer, Private Encounters in Public Places
From:Community, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG, 1/3
Date: 9/4/10 06:26 pm (UTC)"I don't think you should be living in your car," Annie meets him in the parking lot, catching him before the others who were probably already in their study group room.
"Neither do I, but my landlord disagrees," Jeff grabs his notebook off the passenger seat. He closes the car door and leans against it. "This is why I didn't tell you guys. I don't need help."
"No, you didn't tell us because you didn't want to look like you needed help, not because you didn't need it," Annie corrects. "I learned some valuable lessons after the whole Adderall incident. The first step towards fixing a problem is admitting you have one."
"I'll keep that in mind next time I become addicted to attention deficit disorder medication," Jeff's tongue always works about four steps ahead of his brain. He regrets saying it when Annie frowns, looks down at her shoes and starts to walk away mumbling something about seeing him inside.
"Annie," He hurries to catch up with her, guilt already taking over. He never used to feel guilty. He once got a guy off for a DUI that involved hitting a baby carriage and he hadn't even felt a little bad about that. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Yes, you did. You're just sorry you said it while I could still hear you."
Annie's a lot of things, but she definitely isn't stupid. She knows Jeff thinks she's a naive kid, but she'd had to navigate public high school being a perky, overachiever while pining for guys like Troy who either made fun of her or ignored her. She knows how to tell what people think about her behind her back. Or at least she thinks she does. Jeff doesn't deny it, but mostly because anything he could say right now would probably cross another line. He doesn't need that right now.
"Look, I appreciate that you want to help me, that's very nice of you," Jeff tries to placate her. He really does regret saying it and he doesn't think he meant it. She rolls her eyes. Is nice really the best he could do? She bet Britta would get more than nice out of Jeff. "It's just...There's nothing you can do. I can't afford my old place and the places I could afford I wouldn't live in."
"You know what they say about when you assume things, don't you?" Annie smiles, flips her hair in that Doris Day way that only she could possibly get away with without Jeff thinking it was lame. She puts her hands on her backpack straps and breezes past Jeff into the building.
Community, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG, 2/3
Date: 9/4/10 06:27 pm (UTC)"I don't know what you're talking about," Annie folds her hands on the table still looking entirely too pleased with herself.
"You know what they say about when you assume things, don't you?" Jeff does his best to imitate her voice. Her smile finally fades.
"I don't sound like that," She rebounds quickly beaming at him once more. "It just so happens I have a place you could stay totally rent free."
"Annie, I think you've been watching too many movies with Abed if you think your parents are going to let me sleep on the floor in your room," Jeff bites into his sandwich convinced yet again that Annie really is a girl scout masquerading as a community college student. "Although I'm sure we'd have fun braiding each other's hair and giving each other makeovers."
"I don't live with my parents anymore," Annie ignores his comments that paint her like a little girl. It makes her uncomfortable when Jeff says those types of things and she's not quite sure why. "Daddy and I talked and we both decided I'm an adult now and I should get used to living on my own."
"So I'm guessing Daddy is footing the bill for your new place."
"Well, we also agreed that if I were to get a job, I might overextend myself and risk a repeat of my high school career," Annie confesses quickly not wanting to dwell on the fact she was, however briefly, a crazy person. "Yes, he pays the rent and I get an allowance, but it's still my apartment and it has a spare room."
"I don't think your rent paying father would be too thrilled with the idea."
"Having a roommate is part of being an adult living in your own apartment even if said roommate is an older, guy friend," She stumbles over the last bit of the sentence blushing a little.
"Yeah, I'm guessing not telling them about your older, guy friend is also part of your diabolical plan."
"That too." Annie blushes a little more at that. "What do you say?"
"Just for a couple of days and no one else can know about it."
"Deal!"
A couple of days turn into two weeks. Annie's apartment is somewhere between where Jeff had lived and where he could live now and that's just fine with him. Her parents stop by unannounced one evening and Annie tells them Jeff stopped by to study for a Spanish test. It's an easy enough lie since they were both doing Spanish homework and it's not like they'll expect to look in the guest room to see if anyone's living there. Annie doesn't mind bending the truth. It makes her feel cool, which makes her feel like some reject out of a very special episode of Blossom when she stops to think about it, but Annie's never been cool and she's still young enough to wish she was.
"You're going to cook dinner?" Annie scoffs as they walk throw the grocery store. She's pushing the carriage while Jeff throws in the occasional item.
The only thing Jeff dislikes about Annie is the way she's always playing hostess. It was nice for a while--the cooking, the cleaning--but it's stopped being adorable and started making him feel bad, that stupid guilt creeping in again. The least he could do was make her dinner.
"I can cook, you know. I've been cooking for myself for..." He doesn't even want to say how long in front of her. "A long time."
He doesn't want to oversell his cooking skills. Annie cooks like a girl who's been through finishing school. He'd hate to break it to her that most eighteen year olds can barely boil Ramen. Jeff can handle pasta, can make sauce that isn't from a jar and somehow Annie seems to enjoy the prospect. He picks up a bottle of wine on the way home and sets to impressing Annie while pretending he doesn't want to impress her at all.
Community, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG, 3/3
From:Re: Community, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG, 3/3
From:Re: Community, Jeff/Annie, domesticity/confessions, PG, 3/3
From:lesson learned, harry potter, remus/sirius,being lost and trying to get home [1/2]
Date: 9/5/10 06:08 am (UTC)The Sirius he met after thirteen years needed no illusions. He was thin and frail and his laugh was so empty. There was little left showing of the man Remus once knew and loved. It was a ghost staring back at him, a cruel haunting reminder of what he gave up on. Remus would laugh if it weren't so very cruel.
Sirius was there and then he was gone again. Dumbledore sat perched on what was left of the bed in the Shrieking Shack and Remus paced the floor and tried to reason why he was alone again.
"I should have known." And Remus sighed. Dumbledore did not look him in the eyes, and for a second Remus was sure he was thinking of something entirely different.
"How would it have made a difference?" Dumbledore asked, finally looking at him and Remus felt something heavy settle and expand in his chest.
It was an idle question. They both knew it would have made one, even if they couldn't put into words what it would have been.
---
Sirius writes one letter - one sentence - to Remus while on the run.
I can hear your guilt from here
Remus tries to smile. He fails.
---
He shows up a year later.
Remus is making tea and getting ready to curl up with a good book when there's a loud bark at the front door. He tries not to think of how his heart skips a beat at the sound. He's at the door a second later, and instead of being disappointed by the sight of a leashed pet being led around the floor like he has so many times before, he comes face to face with what he's been searching for.
Sirius stays in canine form even after Remus has shut the door. He trots around the apartment - the same one they once called home.
Remus never moved - held tight to that home and all the memories it had because he never did believe they were all lies.
He nudges at the coffee table - the first piece of furniture they picked out together. He sniffs at the fireplace where Remus had first taught him about the Muggle wonder called S'mores. He whimpers by the couch where he first told Remus he loved him. He forgets that Remus is there or maybe he doesn't care. Remus can't be sure.
Remus turns to pour his tea and when he looks back Sirius has transfigured back into his human form and is sitting at the counter. Remus doesn't blink.
"Not much has changed," Sirius says quietly. He stares at the same counter-tops they christened the house on. His fingers trace the faint lines on the granite tiles with the same precision they used to trace the scares on Remus's torso.
Remus looks away and concedes. "You're right."
Re: lesson learned, harry potter, remus/sirius,being lost and trying to get home [2/2]
Date: 9/5/10 06:09 am (UTC)March 13th 1977
Remus did not know the day off hand. It took him weeks to figure out and by then Sirius was already carted off to Azkaban for good.
March 13th was two weeks after the Snape Incident. Sirius had taken Remus's face in his hands, forced him to look at him after two weeks of begging and pleading.
you can always trust me now. i've learned my lesson
Remus had nodded and Sirius covered his shock at being forgiven by sealing his lips over Remus's and they didn't speak of the trust again. It was always implied.
In hindsight, it was Remus who didn't learn his lesson.
---
They're sitting out on Remus's balcony watching the stars come up. Sirius nurses a shot of firewhiskey. He's finally gotten a shower and shave and a proper meal under his belt. In just a few hours, the weariness he carried with him has faded away and Remus feels content watching him relax, watching his eyes flutter shut.
Sirius must feel him staring because he cracks one eye open and studies Remus with it.
never had a home Sirius throws the words out there out of the blue and then trails off. It's not really a sentence.
Remus extends his hand, and with it a direct line to his heart. Sirius stares at it, and Remus is sure that it's too much, too soon, but then, Sirius's callus fingers are covering his and that soft smile that only Remus has seen appears.
Sirius laughs a little and it's not so hollow anymore. He pulls Remus's hand to his mouth, brushes his lips over Remus's knuckles.
Sirius finishes his thought. "Except when I was with you."
Remus wants to look away, but he remembers Sirius's courage all those years ago and stays strong. "I'm sorry."
Sirius squeezes his hand. "I forgive you."
And Remus can breath again.
Re: lesson learned, harry potter, remus/sirius,being lost and trying to get home [2/2]
From:Re: lesson learned, harry potter, remus/sirius,being lost and trying to get home [2/2]
From:lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R, 1/3
Date: 9/5/10 11:01 pm (UTC)Surprisingly (for him), Boone is the one who drives almost all the time.
He doesn’t know why Jack had said that he’d really rather not, but it’s nice to be trusted with some responsibility once in a while, and so he’s totally okay with driving. Even if his legs hurts, and a lot, but he learned to ignore it.
Also, he’d have never pegged Jack for one who likes Nirvana blasting on the highway, but well, Boone likes Nirvana alright and if Jack feels like grunge, Boone is okay with it. Really.
After all, he can’t be that surprised. Or well, not after Jack rang his doorbell one year after they got rescued by that freighter full of crazy people. They hadn’t seen each other in all that time and when Boone opened the door, Jack was clean-shaven, had red-rimmed eyes and a shaking hand, and he asked whether he was up to go somewhere.
“Where exactly?” Boone had asked.
“I don’t care,” Jack had said, before adding that of course he’d have understood it if Boone said no. They hadn’t talked for a while and now he just rings his door and –
“Okay,” Boone had answered, because after all, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Shannon is dead, his mother calls but almost never comes and when she does she winces at the erratic scars on his forehead and cheek (well, one can’t live after one accident like Boone’s without consequences). And he just took random part time jobs he could do online because apparently he gets people upset whenever he tries for an interview.
So he said yes and here they are.
They crossed three states and Boone could count the times they had an actual conversation.
At times he wonders if he could just spill it and tell Jack that while on the island his hero worship wasn’t just simply that, but then he decides against it and drives faster. He doesn’t ask Jack why he takes methadone once each day, but he can guess too well.
--
They always go in motels that aren’t seedy but aren’t high class either, and Boone wonders when the hell is his leg going to give out because he sure has never driven so much since coming back to civilization. He never says anything about it.
--
“Why me?” he asks one evening, because he really would like to know. They’ve been on the same car for two weeks and he doesn’t even know why.
“Because you’re the only one in the area who wouldn’t have slammed the door in my face as soon as they saw me,” Jack answers, and Boone would really like to know who else was in the area, but he doesn’t say anything. “Also, you’re about the only person on that island whom I didn’t fail.”
Boone bites his tongue and doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t feel right, not just now.
--
“If you ever want to talk, you can,” he says one evening while they’re eating cherry pie in an absolutely not remarkable diner somewhere in Idaho.
“Thanks for the offer,” Jack answers, and he looks sincere, but his hand is shaking when his fingers tighten around the fork.
Re: lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R, 2/4
Date: 9/5/10 11:02 pm (UTC)It takes another three weeks, and then Boone learns that Jack and Kate hooked up after she was absolved (he isn’t surprised, and he tries to kill that small jealous voice in the back of his head), that it didn’t last (he doesn’t know if he’s surprised, either), that he ended up learning that Claire was his half-sister (that is a surprise). And that none of those things had good repercussions.
“Then I started to have nightmares about the goddamn island where Locke told me I had cheated destiny and then I lost it,” Jack mutters, his hand still shaking.
Boone can sort of get it. Also, he’s freaking glad he never had a dream about Locke and that they don’t risk running into each other since Locke is still on the island and Boone figures he’ll stay there until the end of times.
Which is good with him, since he never even received an apology.
“Then I tried to pull myself together but I just needed to get away from there,” Jack mutters, his left hand shaking harder.
Boone doesn’t say anything; he stands up, reaches the bed and twines his fingers around Jack’s.
Jack doesn’t move, actually he tightens the hold, but Boone still doesn’t say anything.
He thinks this is already too much and even more than he ever expected.
--
It’s been two months and they’re somewhere in Virginia. It’s hot, and they went through a backroad which was full of dust, and when they get into the motel room Boone can feel earth sticking to his face.
He thinks that considering that he still has a red, angry scar on his face, he should wash it as soon as possible, and so he calls dibs for the bathroom. He washes his hands trying not to finish the entire bar of soap and then he washes his face, wincing when his fingers touch the scar tissue; he hates touching it, but then again he’d rather have that than being dead, you know.
Then he raises his eyes and Jack is staring at him, leaning on the wall just outside the door.
“I’m sorry about those,” Jack whispers, shrugging. “But I really couldn’t do anything with…”
“Shut up,” Boone answers, turning and leaning on the sink for a second before taking a step forward. “It’s not like I’d rather be dead. Christ, Jack, you saved my life and now you apologize because I won’t ever become a professional model? Don’t worry, I’ll just live with it,” he ends, trying to sound like it really doesn’t matter, even if he doesn’t exactly feel comfortable joking about it.
But it’s the truth. It really just is.
“It’s just,” Jack says, then shakes his head like he doesn’t have the words. “Nothing. Sometimes I really think you’re the only person I didn’t end up disappointing in the last ten years or...”
Boone sort of gets it, but he can’t have that. Not when he has apparently spent his life disappointing people and when he got himself almost killed because he was just wanting to do a good thing for everyone and not giving it a try never was an option.
He reaches out, places his hand behind Jack’s neck, bends him down and kisses him.
For a second he’s sure that this will end very badly, and then Jack lets out a small gasp and kisses him back and Boone thinks that he could die now. He has had his share of daydreams (and regular dreams) about this. About just acting on that stupid feeling that never left his gut since Jack saved him from drowning while he was trying to save someone else, and he never thought he’d do it. Or that he’d have the guts to do it if he had the chance. But now he has and Jack’s tongue is tentatively searching for his, and Jack’s hands are shaking while closing around Boone’s waist. Jack tastes of something he can’t place, the burger they had before and the cigarette he smoked one hour ago, and it’s so good that he can barely compute. He doesn’t want the kiss to end but it does and then he figures he should have the guts to at least look Jack in the eye.
“What…” Jack breathes, and Boone shakes his head.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the island. And before you managed not to make me die for the second time. I just… I shouldn’t have, I know, but you were there and it’s been more than a year and I just –”
Re: lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R, 3/4
From:Re: lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R, 4/4
From:Re: lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R, 4/4
From:Re: lost, jack/boone, road trip, confessions, wet + bonus spooning, R, 4/4
From:Lost/SPN crossover, Miles/Bela: Journey, Wet and Dirty
Date: 9/6/10 12:31 am (UTC)I hope you like! (I could not resist the shiny shiny idea of this pairing)
=D
LOST, Miles/Juliet, Domesticity, Part 1
Date: 9/6/10 04:18 am (UTC)“Will you please move over?” Juliet says, lips pursed around the forced politeness.
“Will you please stop hogging that covers?” He mocks, giving them a well measured yank that leaves her half uncovered.
“You know I freeze at night.” She snaps irritably, tugging the covers back and burrowing beneath them.
She tucks her nose under the covers and wiggles her toes a little, trying to warm up while he bitches about her cover hogging tendencies and moves even closer. She blows an irritated little huff of air through her nose before snipping,
“Move.over. I can’t sleep when you’re breathing down my neck.”
She gets pissy when she hasn’t had enough sleep or when she’s cold, and she’s coming off of fifteen hours at the garage and they’re left to fight the chilly weather with only a thin comforter and a couple threadbare sheets. He edges away from her, still a little hesitant when it comes to invoking the wrath of Juliet, before slipping out of bed and shuffling down the hallway.
She peeks over the covers when he returns, arms full of a light bundle. He drops it on the bed before flicking it out over the comforter and she sits up a little, inspecting the fabric. He stands at the end of the bed, shifting a little because it is damn cold, before asking,
“There, happy?”
She rubs it between her fingertips before snorting out a little laugh,
“Is this our tablecloth?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t bother giving any sort of explanation
She laughs again, smoothing her hand over the rough fabric before she says, “Come back to bed.”
He obliges, ducking beneath the covers and reaching for her. She jumps and lets out a completely uncharacteristic squeak, jerking away as she shivers,
“Your hands are freezing.”
“Sorry.” He cups his hands around his mouth and blows into them until his fingers are warm enough to wrap around her waist.
He feels her stiffen and she opens her mouth to tell him (for the hundredth time) that if he insists on breathing down her neck she will send him out to the living room where there is only a lumpy couch completely lacking in any sort of blanket, so he edges a knee between her thighs and pushes upwards until her mouth closes.
She turns back to face him and he grins in what he hopes is a winning manner, “You wanted to get warmed up, what better way?”
“You’re impossible.” She huffs, turning away from him.
LOST, Miles/Juliet, Domesticity, Part 2
Date: 9/6/10 04:24 am (UTC)“Impossible.” She repeats as she rolls over, shimmying out of her panties before tugging his down and sinking down on his cock.
His hips buck up and she gives a throaty little moan as he’s forced deeper, stretching her. His hands move to her boobs, one hand on each in an almost uncomfortable (but not quite) squeeze as she rocks with his thrusting hips. She teases him endlessly about his obsession with them, calling him a horny pre-pubescent who can’t keep his hands to himself, but he isn’t phased. After all, she still lets him touch her tits.
Her cheeks are flushed and he can feel the stick of sweat as their bodies come together, the chilly night air banished by rough pants and quiet moans. He watches her trail a finger down her abdomen and search out her clit, her knuckles brushing against his abdomen as she circles in time with his thrusts. She bitches sometimes; that he won’t leave her boobs long enough to pay attention to her clit, but it’s a huge turn on to watch her help get herself off.
Her head falls forward, hair falling in a curtain around her face, and he feels a couple spasms tighten around his dick, she’s close. He moves one hand from her chest to her ass, and pulls her hard against him with every thrust, smirking as she lets out a breathy whimper with each jerk of their hips.
“C’mon.” He grunts, twisting his hips, and with another flick of her adept fingers she comes.
He has a split second to watch her as her eyes fall closed and her lips part with a sharp gasp, before the tightness of her muscles around his cock has him bucking up into her, his fingers tightening around the curve of her ass as he comes. She rakes a hand through her hair (he loves it when she does that, dead sexy) and bends down to press a dry kiss to his lips, letting her teeth graze his tongue when he slides it past her parted lips.
She laughs breathlessly as she pulls away, sliding off of him with a subtle wince and tugging her boy short panties back on before she shoves the top layer of blankets in his direction and says,
“Here, you get the tablecloth tonight, the fabric makes my skin itch.”
“Right, princess.” He says mildly, still feeling pretty blissed out.
Her pillow hits him square in the face, timed with an indignant protest that she is most certainly not a princess, but all he can do is snort out a laugh as he loops his arm around her and pulls her in tight to his body, noting that she says absolutely nothing about the proximity of his breath to her neck.
Re: LOST, Miles/Juliet, Domesticity, Part 2
From:Separate Beds; Jack/Juliet/Sawyer; sex next door, arguing/making up in company, NC-17, 1/2
Date: 9/6/10 09:38 am (UTC)Juliet sighed and concentrated on her 'fish of the day'. It was delicious and she wasn't going to waste it, no matter how stubborn the two of them were being. The argument couldn't have been sillier, and her getting involved was only likely to make her look more foolish than they already did.
No, much better to ignore their male posturing and pretend everything was fine. Eventually they'd work it out, and if last time was any indication, she'd enjoy the make-up as much as they did. She allowed a small smile to cross her face at the thought, but she doubted either of them noticed.
By the end of the meal, the silence hung heavy, although Juliet had enjoyed the quiet; it was so rare she got to eat in such relative peace. There was usually some play-by-play discussion over a sports game or the two of them would be arguing in a friendly way over a news report they disagreed on. More rarely, when Jack was still at the hospital, she and Sawyer would discuss their respective reading matter; or if Sawyer's team were working late to finish a job deadline, she and Jack would talk about their day and perhaps the latest letter from Claire or Charlie.
She wondered what it was like between them when she was away, but that was even more rare and she could only imagine discussions escalating, although there was that one time when she'd come home from visiting her sister to find them relaxing comfortably and quietly, arms around each other's shoulders out on the back porch swing.
Juliet took the check before Jack or Sawyer could start an argument over who was paying, and gave each of them a 'I dare you' look to stop them from trying anything. Sawyer scratched his cheek and looked away almost guiltily, and Jack almost smiled before dropping his eyes to where his hands fidgeted with his napkin.
"Come on, then," she said, sliding out and taking their arms, one to each side. "Let's go home. I'm exhausted from just breathing in all the testosterone tonight. I'm going to have a long soak in the tub while you two decide who's sleeping where."
"What?" Sawyer said, looking worried.
Juliet had to laugh; even Jack's expression had a doubtful cast to it. "You don't think either of you is sleeping with me tonight unless you make up first, do you?"
A waiter almost dropped something behind her and she was distracted enough to take her eyes from them. The boy gaped, eyes tracing between her and the two men. When he realized she'd seen him, he blushed bright red and hurried away.
She laughed softly before leading her recalcitrant lovers out to the car, and before either of them could suggest any different, unlocked it and slid in behind the wheel. Sawyer and Jack both hesitated for a moment, then Jack got in beside her and Sawyer, heaving a disgusted sigh, climbed in the back seat.
Within twenty minutes they were home, and Sawyer headed straight for the kitchen, where Juliet could hear him open the fridge; looking for beer, no doubt. Juliet left Jack in the living room and went to run the bath water. Before long she was slipping into a deliciously hot tub and closing her eyes to the tension of the day.
~//~
Separate Beds; Jack/Juliet/Sawyer; sex next door, arguing/making up in company, NC-17, 2/2
Date: 9/6/10 09:40 am (UTC)Surely they hadn't made up that quickly? She listened again, keeping still for a moment. That was definitely a moan. Juliet's heart sped up, imagining what they were doing, and she finished the bath quickly, stepping out all covered in bubbles to wrap a big towel perfunctorily around herself. Licking her lips, she moved to the door and opened it carefully, peering into the dimness of their room.
"Oh God…" she breathed as her eyes finally focused on the two of them on the bed.
Both were naked, of course, and the sight was about as erotic as it got: Sawyer's head was by the foot of the bed and Jack's at the opposite end; their mouths were sucking on each other's cocks slowly and languorously. Juliet felt the desire spread through her abdomen and sucked in a breath as she watched. Neither of them appeared to have noticed her yet, and she took advantage of the moment, letting her eyes run over the masculine beauty of them so completely engaged in what they were doing.
She watched as Sawyer's hand stroked over Jack's hip and curved around his buttock. Jack moaned around his mouthful as Sawyer's fingers slid between his cheeks, and Juliet's eyes were drawn down Sawyer's golden flank to where Jack's hand was mirroring the movement. She couldn't see Sawyer's ass from this angle, but going by the way he shifted and then took Jack's cock deeper, Jack had either run fingers across his asshole in the same way Sawyer was now doing to Jack, or perhaps even slid a fingertip inside.
It was almost too much, and Juliet could feel herself growing wetter. She wanted desperately to feel their attentions on her, but held herself back, knowing it was important they lavished this upon each other first or the make-up might become break-up again far too fast.
Jack moaned around Sawyer's cock again, and then both sped up their actions as if they had passed some kind of psychic message between them. Their undulations made Juliet sway in affinity and she found herself gasping with need at the moment of their joint orgasm.
Sawyer licked slowly off Jack's cock, finally realizing Juliet was there and grinning lazily at her. "Hey, Blondie; you see anything you like?"
Jack rolled to face her and Sawyer sat up behind him, tempting her forward with a sultry look as he circled fingers over Jack's hip. Jack shivered lightly at his touch. "Come on," he added as if there had been any doubt about Sawyer's invitation.
"I knew the threat of separate beds would make you work out your differences," she told them as she dropped the towel and took a step in their direction.
Jack laughed shyly and looked away for a moment. Sawyer had no such inhibitions. "Differences be damned, Blondie, when it comes to bein' separated from you for a whole night. Now get your ass on this bed before we start round two without you."
Juliet wasn't about to say that wouldn't be so bad – round three was still a possibility, after all. She simply smiled and obeyed.
~//~
Re: Separate Beds; Jack/Juliet/Sawyer; sex next door, arguing/making up in company, NC-17, 2/2
From:Re: Separate Beds; Jack/Juliet/Sawyer; sex next door, arguing/making up in company, NC-17, 2/2
From:no subject
Date: 9/6/10 02:02 pm (UTC)Rating: PG
Characters: Jack/Juliet/Sawyer
Spoilers/Warnings: Through Season 5.
Summary: For
Disclaimer: LOST belongs to ABC, I own nothing.
(After six years of smoke monsters and an island she can’t leave without permission, she’s taken to leaving without warning.)
Juliet/Sawyer, Juliet/Richard, cuckoo bird 1/?
Date: 9/7/10 12:50 am (UTC)Sawyer gaped when Juliet and Daniel returned on the sub--though mostly his eyes were on the woman's growing stomach. (The only answer she'd ever given him on who the father was just her eliminating Jack as the prime suspect.)
"Thought you left?" He asked her, dazed, once they're in private. A little more forcefully, he said, "What about the Island being leth--"
"I got sick," she cut him off, and damn if she didn't actually look pale.
Sawyer shot Daniel an alarmed look. The scientist nodded, looking even more ill, "I wondered if time travel still had some effect--she had some symptoms…similar, to Charlotte's…" Dan shook his head, continuing quietly, "But Juliet thinks it's a reverse of the problem she dealt with before--er, later--that is--"
"I don't think I can safely deliver the baby off the Island," Juliet cut in smoothly, staring Sawyer in the eye.
"Why the hell would that happen?" He snarled lowly, with the full expectation that she would dryly snap back something like 'how the hell should I know? I've never even figured out the first pregnancy problem--'
"I think it has something to do with the father," she said instead.
Sawyer stared at her; glanced at Daniel, who nervously looked away, and damn it, Twitchy knew before him....
"How the hell could daddy dearest have anything to do with you and the kid dying if you're not back here on Craphole Island--?"
"Because Richard's the father."
And Sawyer couldn't even summon up a "sonofabitch" to his lips, he was too damn surprised. Not about her and Guyliner being involved--they were all on Team Other for a while back there, comrades and crap like that, and she had asked for him, so certain he'd be there in the 50s, and he was…and still here, same as ever, in the 70s. An unreal ageless freak, only on Craphole Island would you find something as insane as that--and what was surprising how it seemed to fit whatever weird shit was going on with Juliet's pregnancy with him being the father and all.
"Dan?"
"Juliet?"
The three turned to find Jin and Miles catching up to the rest of their fellow time travelers in Sawyer's living room.
"What are you--Jim, what's--"
Miles turned to Sawyer, but he just shook his head, growling, "I'm getting a drink," leaving it up to Blondie and Twitchy to explain the whole damn thing again.
Juliet/Sawyer, Juliet/Richard, cuckoo bird 2/?
Date: 9/7/10 12:51 am (UTC)Sawyer begins to think of Juliet's kid as a ticking time bomb of guilt.
He felt it whenever he saw how kind Jin was around her, but pained at the same time--no doubt thinking about Jin probably as far along in her pregnancy.
Felt it whenever another search was run, and still no sign of Claire, or even Rose and Bernard--hell, they couldn't even find Vincent. (Could dogs shift through time?)
Felt it when he was reminded of Clementine, who he'd probably never see at this rate. He wondered if Cass ever had this much company during her pregnancy--with him, Miles, Jin, and Daniel, they all pretty much fluttered around Juliet anxiously and trying to do every little thing for her (that she allowed, anyway, her and her stupid pride). He felt weirdly bad for Guyliner even--at this rate, he'd probably never know he even had a kid. Juliet showed no intention of returning to Others in this time period---which hadn't be an unlikely possibility to Sawyer. In his mind, if any of them could convince those guys to take them on, she could (given she was one of them before--in the future--fuck time travel).
So she stayed in Dharmaville, apparently without any interest in being with daddy dearest.
Once, James actually asked her point blank about that.
"The smoke monster's sentient. It can change into people." And since this was Juliet and him asking her about Richard and her kid, James had no doubt she was being dead serious. "And it doesn't like Richard."
Who doesn't have the benefit of a sonar fence.
Well, whatever--it wasn't his kid. Juliet had to do what she thought best.
James sensed one final stab of guilt from the woman herself though.
Once, with a baby name book opened up on her stomach, and him trying to make muffins for her in the kitchen, Juliet had told him about her own nephew, Julian, who he's never even met yet.
"He's gonna have a baby cousin," she murmured dreamily. "Rachel would've had some good ideas for names," she said softly, tracing an edge of a page.
James quietly asked what name she was thinking of.
Juliet had just shrugged at him, slightly smirking.
To make matters worse, he'd burned the damn muffins.
But Juliet had just laughed it off, and somehow everything felt better.
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