Hey guys! I'm just pinch hitting for today (don't mean to step on your toes, justapieceofme, but we needed something up!) so I'm stealing a good idea from the original month of comment porn
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Christian's never really been an especially tactile kinda guy - and he's not big on the whole cuddling thing. That's not to say he actively hates it but... it's just not really him.
Now, Steve, on the other hand, is the complete opposite - any opportunity and he'll have his hands on Chris... There's nothing, nothing, he loves more than having Chris in his arms; in bed asleep, or just curled up on the couch watching a movie... his arms tight around him, Chris pressed warm and steady against him. He'll skim his fingers absently over any patch of skin he can find; trailing down his arm and brushing over the edge of his wings
And Chris, well, he really doesn't mind Steve touching him; a shiver and a moan escaping him as Steve's attention leaves the movie and turns to him, absent strokes of fingertips over feathers become a more knowing caress until Chris climbing onto his lap, fingers cupping his face as he kisses and rocks against him, wings beating the air in aroused frenzy
Re: Fallen angels, Leverage, Eliot/NateentropynchaosFebruary 10 2009, 21:02:11 UTC
I hope this is okay *bites nails nervously*
Sometimes Nathan thinks he started Falling long ago, back when his son was lying in a hospital bed, dying, and there was nothing Nathan could do - no one he could turn to, human or celestial. He knows God exists - has stood in front of Him and heard His voice personally - but he thinks he lost a little faith in the almighty powers of Him when his little boy was dying and he was refused help because of the Ineffable Plan.
But in certain moments - like now, with Eliot’s wings wrapped around them both and Eliot’s mouth on his - Nathan knows that he didn’t start truly Falling until he held out his hand in greeting and Eliot’s warm, strong hand wrapped around it. He had looked into blue eyes the colour of the sky, and he had looked at lips shaped like temptation, and he had Fallen; hopelessly and helplessly in love.
Nathan knows he can’t even bring himself to regret a single moment of it, not with Eliot pressed against him like this, because how could this ever be wrong?
Self-bunnying is perfectly respectful and the turnout is good (though I wouldn't mind seeing the thanksex). Hey, I managed to self-bunny myself before I got to posting the prompt part. Now I have a loose comment-sized fic without a prompt. Which is much more fail.
so if anyone just randomly prompts Firefly, River/Mal with something on the lines of mending..........
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, RedemptionnoteverydayFebruary 13 2009, 01:05:15 UTC
(sorry, I know it's not exactly in the spirit of today's theme, but it came to me anyway..)
"You're not a bad guy. Not anymore." Nate had told him once. It had been a lie then, standing by the side of the stolen truck full of stolen money, watching a smiling man in a wheelchair that Eliot had only narrowly missed being years before. The others hadn't been listening, but Eliot knew for his own good that he had to set him straight. He hurt people. He'd told them as much on several occasions, that was what he did. He pounded people into crippled piles of flesh, or worse, for money. He Killed people. Not like the others. He could never be like the others; they simply took, inconvenienced, and slipped away. For Greed... But they never hurt anyone
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Re: Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Redemptionhawk_dancingFebruary 13 2009, 15:31:37 UTC
That was great. :) The other's steal but Eliot is more of a darker thief really and we don't get much of his background in the show - or at least not yet - so we have to guess.
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Now, Steve, on the other hand, is the complete opposite - any opportunity and he'll have his hands on Chris... There's nothing, nothing, he loves more than having Chris in his arms; in bed asleep, or just curled up on the couch watching a movie... his arms tight around him, Chris pressed warm and steady against him. He'll skim his fingers absently over any patch of skin he can find; trailing down his arm and brushing over the edge of his wings
And Chris, well, he really doesn't mind Steve touching him; a shiver and a moan escaping him as Steve's attention leaves the movie and turns to him, absent strokes of fingertips over feathers become a more knowing caress until Chris climbing onto his lap, fingers cupping his face as he kisses and rocks against him, wings beating the air in aroused frenzy
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That's all I have to say :OD
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http://hawk-dancing.livejournal.com/22670.html#cutid1
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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, fallen angels
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Sometimes Nathan thinks he started Falling long ago, back when his son was lying in a hospital bed, dying, and there was nothing Nathan could do - no one he could turn to, human or celestial. He knows God exists - has stood in front of Him and heard His voice personally - but he thinks he lost a little faith in the almighty powers of Him when his little boy was dying and he was refused help because of the Ineffable Plan.
But in certain moments - like now, with Eliot’s wings wrapped around them both and Eliot’s mouth on his - Nathan knows that he didn’t start truly Falling until he held out his hand in greeting and Eliot’s warm, strong hand wrapped around it. He had looked into blue eyes the colour of the sky, and he had looked at lips shaped like temptation, and he had Fallen; hopelessly and helplessly in love.
Nathan knows he can’t even bring himself to regret a single moment of it, not with Eliot pressed against him like this, because how could this ever be wrong?
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so if anyone just randomly prompts Firefly, River/Mal with something on the lines of mending..........
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"You're not a bad guy. Not anymore." Nate had told him once. It had been a lie then, standing by the side of the stolen truck full of stolen money, watching a smiling man in a wheelchair that Eliot had only narrowly missed being years before.
The others hadn't been listening, but Eliot knew for his own good that he had to set him straight.
He hurt people. He'd told them as much on several occasions, that was what he did. He pounded people into crippled piles of flesh, or worse, for money. He Killed people. Not like the others. He could never be like the others; they simply took, inconvenienced, and slipped away. For Greed... But they never hurt anyone ( ... )
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Loved it.
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