FIC: Ride-Along (The Hitcher)
Title: Ride-Along
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: The Hitcher (2007)
Pairing: John Ryder/Jim Halsey, Grace Andrews
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Absolutely not mine. Platinum Dunes and Rogue Pictures are entirely to blame; my intent is to ride shotgun with John for a while, and then hopefully get away entirely unscathed.
Summary: John Ryder was very fond of the pretty ones.
Notes: A drabble written for the seans_50 July Film Challenge using The Hitcher as inspiration. This one's for savageseraph, hopefully as a little pick-me-up.
Ride-Along
By Galadriel
He'd lucked out this time. The girl was attractive. Soft, round features, lots of long, silky hair begging to be gripped, wrapped tightly around his hands.
When she spoke, she trilled like a little bird. It made John smile. Birds made such wonderful noises when you snapped their wings.
She was a gift, all on her own. But oh, her boy was pretty. Nice square jaw, body all crisp angles begging to be lengthened through the magic of sharp edges.
John fingered the blade he'd pocketed, hard and thick against his palm.
They were going to have so much fun.
END
(July 27, 2009)
Crossposted to seans_50, sons_of_gondor, rareslash.
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: The Hitcher (2007)
Pairing: John Ryder/Jim Halsey, Grace Andrews
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Lothlorien and sons_of_gondor.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Absolutely not mine. Platinum Dunes and Rogue Pictures are entirely to blame; my intent is to ride shotgun with John for a while, and then hopefully get away entirely unscathed.
Summary: John Ryder was very fond of the pretty ones.
Notes: A drabble written for the seans_50 July Film Challenge using The Hitcher as inspiration. This one's for savageseraph, hopefully as a little pick-me-up.
Ride-Along
By Galadriel
He'd lucked out this time. The girl was attractive. Soft, round features, lots of long, silky hair begging to be gripped, wrapped tightly around his hands.
When she spoke, she trilled like a little bird. It made John smile. Birds made such wonderful noises when you snapped their wings.
She was a gift, all on her own. But oh, her boy was pretty. Nice square jaw, body all crisp angles begging to be lengthened through the magic of sharp edges.
John fingered the blade he'd pocketed, hard and thick against his palm.
They were going to have so much fun.
END
(July 27, 2009)
Crossposted to seans_50, sons_of_gondor, rareslash.