more kissing prompts
I still have a few left, but I haven't given up yet. Here's the next batch:
For emily_sheppard, Tony/David.
David sprawls when he sleeps, he's a late riser, he despises exercise, and he doesn't own a TV. He's not in the closet, he's never even kissed a girl, and in high school, he was the kind of guy Tony's friends would have pushed around on a regular basis.
He's everything Tony isn't, and they should never work, at least on anything more than a purely sexual level. And the sex is pretty damn fantastic, Tony has to admit, but it's not enough to keep a relationship going, not one that's lasted six months so far. No, there's something more here.
Tony doesn't want to put a name on it, because putting a name on it means making it real. So he ignores the way he likes it when David spends the night with him, the way David's got a toothbrush and change of clothes at his place and he stocks the Earl Grey tea David likes, even though he doesn't like it himself. He ignores the fact that when David holds him down during sex, when David cuffs him and blindfolds him and keeps him on the edge for hours, he's more turned on than he's ever been and when David holds him after, murmuring to him, he's never felt so protected and cherished in his life.
Tony doesn't think about any of this when he wakes one Sunday morning, David sprawled over more than half the bed, an arm draped over Tony's back and his head on Tony's pillow. He doesn't think about the way David's lips curve in a sleepy smile when Tony reaches out and runs his fingers down David's spine, the hint of green as his eyes half-open. "Morning," David says softly.
"Morning," Tony says.
David shifts so he's not sprawling as much, and Tony settles in against him. "Time izzit?"
"Early." Tony strokes David's face. "Shh."
"Mmm." David wraps his arms around Tony and leans in to kiss him. It's slow and sweet and soft, all the things an early-morning half-asleep kiss should be. Tony tucks his head against David's shoulder, closing his eyes.
He lets himself drift off to sleep again, warm and comfortable, safe in David's arms, and doesn't let himself think about anything else.
For audrarose, Aya/Yohji.
Yohji's lying on his bed, hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling and not really thinking about anything. The mission's over. Two targets, both taken care of; one by Omi and one by himself. It wasn't easy, but it certainly wasn't the hardest they've ever had, and now it's done.
He thinks maybe tomorrow he'll go hit the clubs, pick up some girl. Get laid. But tonight he's waiting for something, and he's giving it--he looks at the clock--five more minutes before he's going to turn off the light and try and get some sleep.
Four minutes later, his door opens and Aya walks in.
Typical. Yohji doesn't bother sitting up or saying anything as Aya crosses to him. Aya gives him an impatient, angry look, but sits down on the bed.
The silence crackles between them, full of things they'll never say, and finally Yohji can't take it anymore. He sits up, shifts to his knees. "Aya," he says, softly.
Aya looks at him, violet eyes dark. His hands close around Yohji's arms and pull him in, and his mouth is hot and demanding, fierce and possessive. Yohji closes his eyes and draws Aya down onto the bed with him.
Tomorrow he'll go to the clubs and pick up some random girl old enough to be there, young enough not to know any better, and he'll get laid and it won't mean a damn thing.
Tonight he has this, and what it means--well.
He'll think about that some other time.
For lillian13, John Sheppard/Tony DiNozzo.
Earth feels strange these days. The buildings don't light up around him, the ground feels oddly solid after living in a floating city, and the air doesn't smell of salt.
It's not home anymore.
Still, he's been given a couple weeks' leave and orders to take it, so he's back on Earth, in DC, staying in an expensive hotel room he's not paying for and finding himself with way too much time on his hands. He thinks maybe he'll go to California for a few days, do some surfing, maybe check out Disneyland.
But tonight, he's at a very discreet bar. He's on his second beer, there are plenty of opportunities around, and he's thinking he might just get laid for the first time in...way too long.
A tall man slides onto the stool next to him and orders a beer. He's cute, John thinks idly, and when he turns to look, John grins and nods. "Hey," he says.
The guy nods back. "Hey."
"John." He offers his hand and the guy shakes it. He's got a firm grip, gun calluses--although he's not wearing a weapon at the moment, John notices with a quick glance.
"Tony."
"Come here often?" It's a crap line, but what the hell.
Tony grins. "Nope. You?"
"Never been here before."
Tony takes a drink of his beer. "Well," he says. "You wanna get out of here?"
It takes them ten minutes to get to John's hotel room, and they're barely inside the door before John kisses Tony, hard and deep, stubble scraping over stubble, Tony's hands on his shoulders and his own hands on Tony's face and yeah, this is gonna be good.
Tony grins at him when they break for air. "I really, really hope you have condoms," he says. "Because I'm in the mood to get fucked. Hard."
Oh yeah, this is gonna be good.
For emily_sheppard, Tony/David.
David sprawls when he sleeps, he's a late riser, he despises exercise, and he doesn't own a TV. He's not in the closet, he's never even kissed a girl, and in high school, he was the kind of guy Tony's friends would have pushed around on a regular basis.
He's everything Tony isn't, and they should never work, at least on anything more than a purely sexual level. And the sex is pretty damn fantastic, Tony has to admit, but it's not enough to keep a relationship going, not one that's lasted six months so far. No, there's something more here.
Tony doesn't want to put a name on it, because putting a name on it means making it real. So he ignores the way he likes it when David spends the night with him, the way David's got a toothbrush and change of clothes at his place and he stocks the Earl Grey tea David likes, even though he doesn't like it himself. He ignores the fact that when David holds him down during sex, when David cuffs him and blindfolds him and keeps him on the edge for hours, he's more turned on than he's ever been and when David holds him after, murmuring to him, he's never felt so protected and cherished in his life.
Tony doesn't think about any of this when he wakes one Sunday morning, David sprawled over more than half the bed, an arm draped over Tony's back and his head on Tony's pillow. He doesn't think about the way David's lips curve in a sleepy smile when Tony reaches out and runs his fingers down David's spine, the hint of green as his eyes half-open. "Morning," David says softly.
"Morning," Tony says.
David shifts so he's not sprawling as much, and Tony settles in against him. "Time izzit?"
"Early." Tony strokes David's face. "Shh."
"Mmm." David wraps his arms around Tony and leans in to kiss him. It's slow and sweet and soft, all the things an early-morning half-asleep kiss should be. Tony tucks his head against David's shoulder, closing his eyes.
He lets himself drift off to sleep again, warm and comfortable, safe in David's arms, and doesn't let himself think about anything else.
For audrarose, Aya/Yohji.
Yohji's lying on his bed, hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling and not really thinking about anything. The mission's over. Two targets, both taken care of; one by Omi and one by himself. It wasn't easy, but it certainly wasn't the hardest they've ever had, and now it's done.
He thinks maybe tomorrow he'll go hit the clubs, pick up some girl. Get laid. But tonight he's waiting for something, and he's giving it--he looks at the clock--five more minutes before he's going to turn off the light and try and get some sleep.
Four minutes later, his door opens and Aya walks in.
Typical. Yohji doesn't bother sitting up or saying anything as Aya crosses to him. Aya gives him an impatient, angry look, but sits down on the bed.
The silence crackles between them, full of things they'll never say, and finally Yohji can't take it anymore. He sits up, shifts to his knees. "Aya," he says, softly.
Aya looks at him, violet eyes dark. His hands close around Yohji's arms and pull him in, and his mouth is hot and demanding, fierce and possessive. Yohji closes his eyes and draws Aya down onto the bed with him.
Tomorrow he'll go to the clubs and pick up some random girl old enough to be there, young enough not to know any better, and he'll get laid and it won't mean a damn thing.
Tonight he has this, and what it means--well.
He'll think about that some other time.
For lillian13, John Sheppard/Tony DiNozzo.
Earth feels strange these days. The buildings don't light up around him, the ground feels oddly solid after living in a floating city, and the air doesn't smell of salt.
It's not home anymore.
Still, he's been given a couple weeks' leave and orders to take it, so he's back on Earth, in DC, staying in an expensive hotel room he's not paying for and finding himself with way too much time on his hands. He thinks maybe he'll go to California for a few days, do some surfing, maybe check out Disneyland.
But tonight, he's at a very discreet bar. He's on his second beer, there are plenty of opportunities around, and he's thinking he might just get laid for the first time in...way too long.
A tall man slides onto the stool next to him and orders a beer. He's cute, John thinks idly, and when he turns to look, John grins and nods. "Hey," he says.
The guy nods back. "Hey."
"John." He offers his hand and the guy shakes it. He's got a firm grip, gun calluses--although he's not wearing a weapon at the moment, John notices with a quick glance.
"Tony."
"Come here often?" It's a crap line, but what the hell.
Tony grins. "Nope. You?"
"Never been here before."
Tony takes a drink of his beer. "Well," he says. "You wanna get out of here?"
It takes them ten minutes to get to John's hotel room, and they're barely inside the door before John kisses Tony, hard and deep, stubble scraping over stubble, Tony's hands on his shoulders and his own hands on Tony's face and yeah, this is gonna be good.
Tony grins at him when they break for air. "I really, really hope you have condoms," he says. "Because I'm in the mood to get fucked. Hard."
Oh yeah, this is gonna be good.