Five drabbles
Various fandoms and ratings. Please don't click on anything you don't want to read. Other five to follow later tonight, or possibly tomorrow. Drabble requests can be seen here. All are precisely a hundred words by Word's count, except where noted.
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow on her own
Rating: R-ish for masturbation and bibliophilia
for alaskalight
It’s the smell, mostly. Willow presses her face against the brittle spine and breathes, imagining little bits of four-hundred-year-old leather entering through her nose and sliding right on up into her brain. She loves the 1s and 0s, appreciates the secret language of computers, but this is different. Books can touch her. She forces her hand a little farther into the tight elastic of white stockings, and comes.
When she comes down the stairs with the heavy Ars Demonica under one arm, Giles points out a spot of dust on her nose. Willow smiles gratefully and wipes it away.
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/OFC (with weird incestuous undertone)
Rating: PG for implied sex
for aggiebell
“There’s not time now, is there? Class is about to start.” There is a body waiting on the dissection table for them. They are studying cancers.
“There’s time enough.” She smiles and squeezes gently around his left bicep. “This doesn’t have to take long.”
She smells like formaldehyde and baby powder. Simon has no idea why this should be giving him an erection. He imagines River standing behind him in the dark supply closet, giggling at his ineptitude. He doesn’t plan on telling Annette it’s the thought of his sister that makes him go through with it. But it is.
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity (set during the movie)
Pairing: all UST
Rating: G-ish
for padawanroo
Kaylee says, “I missed you so much!” and gives her the look that says, “He missed you even more.”
Inara replies, “I’ve missed you too,” and hugs her, because her eyes have already said, “I don’t want to talk about it,” too many times.
In Kaylee’s room, they are girls together, and Kaylee’s grin gets wider and wider as Inara tells her about the thousand little intrigues of the training house. Even catfights must become novel, she imagines, after months of nothing but Serenity. Nothing but an eccentric and underpaid crew, a stupidly unattainable man. “How is Simon?” she asks.
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Anathema/Newt and subtly implied Crowley/Aziraphale
Rating: PG
for wanderlamb (not quite the setting you asked for, but I hope it suits)
“We should go on holiday,” said Anathema, thumbing through a book with a palm tree and some turquoise water on the front.
“What?” asked Newt distractedly. Bookstores had made him a bit nervous, ever since the bit with The Nice and Accurate Prophecies and… thing, and he was trying to stand a little away from all the shelves, which was hard, as there were a lot of them.
“A holiday.” Anathema waved the book. “Professional descendants don’t take holidays. I’ve never had one.”
“Ah,” said Newt, which seemed inadequate.
“I hear Greece is lovely this time of year,” said the helpful-looking blond man at the counter, helpfully.
The rather-less-helpful-looking dark-haired man beside him muttered something about the history of sodomy. The blond looked scandalised.
Newt thought-and certainly not for the first time-that although he had managed to survive… thing, he really didn’t understand much about the world at all.
Fandom: Care Bears
Pairing: Friend Bear/Secret Bear
Rating: PG-13 because I am going to hell for doing this to Care Bears
for captainsjm
The first rub is nice and tingly, like when they’d just learned how to Stare, and they all did it in the nursery a lot, sending little bubbles of love right up to the fluffy white ceiling. Friend Bear remembers the tingle from back then, the way her knees would wobble as another pair of iridescent flowers burst from her tummy.
The second rub is even nicer, and she can see her tummy symbol melding with Secret Bear’s in the air above their heads. “Secret Bear, what are we doing?” she asks quietly.
“Shh,” says Secret Bear, and keeps rubbing.
I feel dirty.
xoxo,
B&z
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow on her own
Rating: R-ish for masturbation and bibliophilia
for alaskalight
It’s the smell, mostly. Willow presses her face against the brittle spine and breathes, imagining little bits of four-hundred-year-old leather entering through her nose and sliding right on up into her brain. She loves the 1s and 0s, appreciates the secret language of computers, but this is different. Books can touch her. She forces her hand a little farther into the tight elastic of white stockings, and comes.
When she comes down the stairs with the heavy Ars Demonica under one arm, Giles points out a spot of dust on her nose. Willow smiles gratefully and wipes it away.
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/OFC (with weird incestuous undertone)
Rating: PG for implied sex
for aggiebell
“There’s not time now, is there? Class is about to start.” There is a body waiting on the dissection table for them. They are studying cancers.
“There’s time enough.” She smiles and squeezes gently around his left bicep. “This doesn’t have to take long.”
She smells like formaldehyde and baby powder. Simon has no idea why this should be giving him an erection. He imagines River standing behind him in the dark supply closet, giggling at his ineptitude. He doesn’t plan on telling Annette it’s the thought of his sister that makes him go through with it. But it is.
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity (set during the movie)
Pairing: all UST
Rating: G-ish
for padawanroo
Kaylee says, “I missed you so much!” and gives her the look that says, “He missed you even more.”
Inara replies, “I’ve missed you too,” and hugs her, because her eyes have already said, “I don’t want to talk about it,” too many times.
In Kaylee’s room, they are girls together, and Kaylee’s grin gets wider and wider as Inara tells her about the thousand little intrigues of the training house. Even catfights must become novel, she imagines, after months of nothing but Serenity. Nothing but an eccentric and underpaid crew, a stupidly unattainable man. “How is Simon?” she asks.
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Anathema/Newt and subtly implied Crowley/Aziraphale
Rating: PG
for wanderlamb (not quite the setting you asked for, but I hope it suits)
“We should go on holiday,” said Anathema, thumbing through a book with a palm tree and some turquoise water on the front.
“What?” asked Newt distractedly. Bookstores had made him a bit nervous, ever since the bit with The Nice and Accurate Prophecies and… thing, and he was trying to stand a little away from all the shelves, which was hard, as there were a lot of them.
“A holiday.” Anathema waved the book. “Professional descendants don’t take holidays. I’ve never had one.”
“Ah,” said Newt, which seemed inadequate.
“I hear Greece is lovely this time of year,” said the helpful-looking blond man at the counter, helpfully.
The rather-less-helpful-looking dark-haired man beside him muttered something about the history of sodomy. The blond looked scandalised.
Newt thought-and certainly not for the first time-that although he had managed to survive… thing, he really didn’t understand much about the world at all.
Fandom: Care Bears
Pairing: Friend Bear/Secret Bear
Rating: PG-13 because I am going to hell for doing this to Care Bears
for captainsjm
The first rub is nice and tingly, like when they’d just learned how to Stare, and they all did it in the nursery a lot, sending little bubbles of love right up to the fluffy white ceiling. Friend Bear remembers the tingle from back then, the way her knees would wobble as another pair of iridescent flowers burst from her tummy.
The second rub is even nicer, and she can see her tummy symbol melding with Secret Bear’s in the air above their heads. “Secret Bear, what are we doing?” she asks quietly.
“Shh,” says Secret Bear, and keeps rubbing.
I feel dirty.
xoxo,
B&z