First Kiss FF: West Wing crossover ficlets [Heroes/West Wing, Dr Who/West Wing; PG-13]
I may write some more of these tomorrow, because a few of them were quite rushed. And they're all shorter than the Entourage one :( It's just that I love new fandoms so much!
Title: Censor
Fandom: Heroes/West Wing
AN: Elle/Toby, for thecolourclear
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Title: Censor
Fandom: Heroes/West Wing
AN: Elle/Toby, for thecolourclear
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All three of these are just ... gnnnghhh. Just when I think you can't hit me over the head with any more pretty, there it goes. :D
ELLE AND TOBY. Ohhh, jaysus. Is that not the prettiest thing? First of all. ;)
Elle likes Toby. She likes the way he punches, and the way he stops.
That second sentence is so powerful ... I don't know why, exactly. Possibly because it says exactly what needs to be said; what Elle would think, being a girl who notices things like the quality of a guy's left hook. <3 (It's also very sexy in a way I equally don't understand!)
Mostly, though, she likes the way he says her name. Quiet, like it means something different. “Elle.”
Mmmm, Toby!voice. *nods* This too. I can *hear* him. *shivers*
She sits down on the bed beside him. “I don’t. But you glare less when they win.”
See, I don't usually like the whole flirts-like-a-little-girl-with-her-daddy thing because of the squick factor, but with her ... it works. And you got me there in one line. Gah. I kinda adore her.
It folds out onto her lap, and she pulls the corners straight, like the cover on a marriage bed.
Mmmmmm, imagery. That's going to end up one of my favourite similes. (Of which there should be a list ... ;))
“Oops.” Elle licks her thumb, and makes a pass against his skin, cleaning the ink away. When she looks up, he is watching her, his eyes dark and inscrutable.
Toby says, “I have a little girl.”
See, and Toby knows. He already has a little girl. This is such a sensual description, licking her thumb. Mmmmmmm.
She tries out the names. Molly and Huck. Huck and Molly. A missing matching pair. “And you’d never let anyone hurt them.”
TWIIIIIIINS. This makes me hurt, just a little. As I imagine it maybe does Elle, just a little.
And just ... kissing. Sigh. So broken and shiny. I loved that one.
See, but Nathan and Sam? PRETTIEST! In that starchy way, as I say. *g* But god it'd just look so incredibly good ... *drifts off* ;)
Peter had said, “He’s like a really pretty version of you,” with his eyes wide, and that was that.
See? Peter agrees with me. ;)
Seaborn was, yeah, a dark-haired former lawyer, but as far as Nathan could see, the similarities ended there.
Though Nathan does have a point. I think I like the idea so much because running Sam up against someone who is morally ambiguous the way Nathan is is a lot of fun, potentially. In a need-to-hug-Sam-tight kind of way, admittedly.
Most of the stupid, career-ending things in Nathan’s life have been done because he’s always Peter’s brother first
Oh, Nathan. That's where your heart went, sweetie. *petshim*
Seaborn’s all about high ideals and civic duty. He sits on the Committee on Education and Labor, for God’s sake. He wants to be a patriot.
SAAAAAAM. Nothing much more substantive, just Sam-love. At which, as always, you are queen. I'm sure I wouldn't love him so much if it wasn't for you.
Which makes it all the more surprising when Nathan walks into his office to find Seaborn there, writing notes on Nathan’s personalised stationary.
Hee! *stupid grin* :D
“Look, I had an actual meeting this hour. Is there any way of hurrying this along?”
See, I was wondering if it's that Nathan is rude in the same way as Toby, but it's not that. It's watching Nathan get hit over the head by ... his heart? Or things that engage his attention and his interest. And other things. :D
“Sam. You realise what you’re doing to your career, with this? It’s not your fight, you don’t have to-”
<3s Nathan.
Sam’s shirt creases in Nathan’s hands, when he is pushed back against the desk.
There's symbolism in this I'm not clever enough to dissect right now, but has to do with ideals getting slightly creased by the real world, but still being bright white. Ohhhh. Starchy white-shirts pairing of greatness! :DDD
He is surprised, as though it had not occurred to him that the combination of his faultless smile and perfect certainty could make this happen. Other things, maybe, but not this.
Oh, Sam, sweetheart. That's *always* what makes these things happen.
Ahhhh. *happysigh* Thank you, darling. This is kinda gorgeous.
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