Comment_Fic 6-10: Charmed, CSI
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Piper/Leo
Prompt: the simple life
Leo spends a lot of time in front of the mirror now. It worries Piper. They can't see the difference- they're still them, they are only different people to others.
"Honey, it's better this way," she says one afternoon, passing by the bedroom and noticing him standing in front of the closet mirror.
"I know, and I realize it's important that the demons don't realize we're still alive, but every time I go out, I have this fear that someone will recognize me."
"It's not possible for them to figure it out, and this makes our lives so much simpler, not worrying about demon attacks every day, not worrying about having people over and hiding magic from them."
She comes closer and wraps her arms around her husband. "This is what we've always wanted, to raise a normal family. Can we enjoy it while we can, please?"
Leo gives a little smile, hands automatically going to Piper's hips. "Alright, we'll enjoy being a normal family, wherever that gets us."
"Oh, you," and Piper leans in, kissing him to quiet him.
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Title: Untitled
Rating: R
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Leo/Cole
Prompt: friction
"I know you don't like me," Cole says, leaning toward the whitelighter.
"Ha, that's an understatement," Leo replies, but he doesn't stop his hands from unbuttoning Cole's dark shirt.
"Hmmm, I would've thought you'd need more convincing than this." Cole's mouth sucks at Leo's neck, biting the skin and kissing it with his wet lips.
"I'm not as predictable as you'd believe," shirt off, Leo takes Cole's mouth passionately into his.
What no one knows is after he became a whitelighter, Leo wasn't as conservative as he once was about who he was with sexually. (It was the sixties, and Leo was the true definition of a hippie child.)
After minutes of each of them fighting with the other's tongue, fighting for control, Cole moves away toward the bed.
"Suck my dick," he says it nonchalantly, daring Leo to back down.
"You suck mine," Leo retorts, and jumps on Cole, bringing the other man down onto the comforter.
"Are we really going to fight about this?"
"Yes, we are."
Leo starts unzipping Cole's pants, bringing them down to his ankles with his boxers. His eyes turn dark with desire, and something twists in Cole.
"We can take turns," he decides, bringing Leo down to him once more, bruising him with his kiss.
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Title: Untitled
Rating: PG
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Prompt: comforts
She stops drinking, and as soon as she does, she falls into another bad habit- sleeping with a co-worker, a female co-worker.
But Catherine's soft curves, warm mouth, and pliant body give her a comfort where alcohol couldn't before. Alcohol makes her forget everything, numbs her, but being with Catherine gives her pleasure while ameliorating the sharp edges, so she feels, but she feels all the good of being with someone who wanted you; someone who themselves was good and by extension, made you good, and happy, feeling like you could live another day surrounded by death, and demons.
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Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Prompt: hot chocolate (or cocoa)
"Wow, I can't believe how heavily it's snowing," Greg looked out the window of the New England bed-and-breakfast he and Nick were staying at, awe clear in his voice.
"What do you expect, G, it's December?" Nick came back from the bathroom, clad only in his dark-blue silk boxers with white hearts emblazoned on the front and back. Greg had given them to Nick on his birthday as sort of a joke, kind of like how dads get tacky ties from their children because he knew Nick didn't like silk boxers; he hadn't really meant for Nick to wear them tonight though as Nick was purely strict on the kind of underwear he wore- soft, comfortable white cotton that didn't make him feel as though he'd slide out of bed, as he had mentioned to Greg over and over again since Greg had given him the damn thing.
The fact that he was wearing them tonight made Greg confused, and he had asked Nick why he was wearing them now all of a sudden, but Nick, characteristically, had blushed to his ears and clamped his mouth shut. Which, okay whatever, after all this time being together- four years and counting- you'd think the man would get used to Greg looking at him like he was a luscious man-cake and wanting to eat him.
Nick came to sit behind him on the windowsill, wrapping a heavy blanket around Greg's own naked shoulders, and handed him a steaming cup of hot cocoa.
"Really?" He asked, eyebrows raised. He wasn't such a big fan of hot chocolate or cocoa, but Nick had it delivered to their room, and said it was imperative that they drink it.
"G, you have to drink hot cocoa when sitting in front of a window, watching the snow fall."
"Why?"
"So it can warm you up."
Nick unfurled his long legs on the wooden bench and scooted himself until Greg was comfortably nestled between his legs. There they watched the New England snow drift down slowly to the ground, wrapped up in each other and blankets.
Greg thought Nick's hypothesis of the hot cocoa making him warm sitting next to the window radiating cold was a little off-base. It wasn't the drink that made you warm, it was whether or not there were a pair of arms holding you tightly.
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Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Wendy/Hodges
Prompt: coworkers
Mandy came into the lab looking at her quizzically. "What's up between you and Hodges?"
Wendy looked up from the microscope. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play the confused card. I know something is going on between you two. So spill."
Wendy sighed. "There is nothing going on between me and Hodges, OK? Even if I'd like there to be, the chances of it happening are slim to none."
Mandy leaned closer. "Is it because Hodges has never been with a woman?"
"Mandy!"
"What? You know that's why he's afraid to get together with you."
"No, actually it's because we're coworkers and that sort of thing is frowned upon around here."
Mandy scrunched her face up into a scowl. "Really?"
"Yes, we'd have to report to Ecklie and we'd have to work on different shifts. Hodges is probably just trying to protect his job."
"Yeah, well, if you ask me, Hodges needs to grow a spine. You could be like the best thing that’s ever happened to him and all he can do is pine over you."
Wendy smiled. "He pines for me?"
"Ugh, you two are hopeless." Mandy scoffed in disgust and left Wendy to grin like a love-sick fool on her own.
~*~
"They're having lunch together, aren't they?" Mandy narrowed her eyes and glared at the door to the break room.
Henry nodded. "So? Can't they have lunch?"
"Ugh, boys. No, they can't just have lunch. They're sweet on each other. It's not lunch, it's probably like their super secret date."
"But, um, we're at work. It's not exactly the right environment for a date." Henry's head tilted slightly to the side. The boy was so clueless.
"Oh, here they come, look natural."
Mandy leaned her arm against the wall, one hand on her hip. She was trying to look like she wasn't spying on them, but Henry thought she missed nonchalance by a mile.
Wendy and Hodges just looked at them weirdly and went back to work.
"No way they're together," Henry said, "that kind of thing is frowned upon here."
"So I hear. But wouldn't it be great if they were?" Mandy turned a manic smile on him. All he could do was shrug.
~*~
Wendy was shutting down her computer and putting on her jacket, ready to leave the lab and go home for a much needed nap, when Hodges stopped by.
"I wondered if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or something?" He looked at her nervously.
She was really looking forward to her nap, and not being with someone who admitted to liking her and then did nothing about it.
"What, you mean like a date?"
Hodges stepped back and put up his hands as though he could keep the repulsive idea away from him. "What? No, no it's not a date...just a couple of coworkers grabbing a bite to eat."
It seemed like Wendy Simms could either not see Hodges at all if she couldn't be with him romantically (but that was virtually impossible as they worked together and saw each other every day), or she could just go out to eat with him on their "not date."
Her nap could wait.
originally posted here
Rating: G
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Piper/Leo
Prompt: the simple life
Leo spends a lot of time in front of the mirror now. It worries Piper. They can't see the difference- they're still them, they are only different people to others.
"Honey, it's better this way," she says one afternoon, passing by the bedroom and noticing him standing in front of the closet mirror.
"I know, and I realize it's important that the demons don't realize we're still alive, but every time I go out, I have this fear that someone will recognize me."
"It's not possible for them to figure it out, and this makes our lives so much simpler, not worrying about demon attacks every day, not worrying about having people over and hiding magic from them."
She comes closer and wraps her arms around her husband. "This is what we've always wanted, to raise a normal family. Can we enjoy it while we can, please?"
Leo gives a little smile, hands automatically going to Piper's hips. "Alright, we'll enjoy being a normal family, wherever that gets us."
"Oh, you," and Piper leans in, kissing him to quiet him.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: R
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Leo/Cole
Prompt: friction
"I know you don't like me," Cole says, leaning toward the whitelighter.
"Ha, that's an understatement," Leo replies, but he doesn't stop his hands from unbuttoning Cole's dark shirt.
"Hmmm, I would've thought you'd need more convincing than this." Cole's mouth sucks at Leo's neck, biting the skin and kissing it with his wet lips.
"I'm not as predictable as you'd believe," shirt off, Leo takes Cole's mouth passionately into his.
What no one knows is after he became a whitelighter, Leo wasn't as conservative as he once was about who he was with sexually. (It was the sixties, and Leo was the true definition of a hippie child.)
After minutes of each of them fighting with the other's tongue, fighting for control, Cole moves away toward the bed.
"Suck my dick," he says it nonchalantly, daring Leo to back down.
"You suck mine," Leo retorts, and jumps on Cole, bringing the other man down onto the comforter.
"Are we really going to fight about this?"
"Yes, we are."
Leo starts unzipping Cole's pants, bringing them down to his ankles with his boxers. His eyes turn dark with desire, and something twists in Cole.
"We can take turns," he decides, bringing Leo down to him once more, bruising him with his kiss.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: PG
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Prompt: comforts
She stops drinking, and as soon as she does, she falls into another bad habit- sleeping with a co-worker, a female co-worker.
But Catherine's soft curves, warm mouth, and pliant body give her a comfort where alcohol couldn't before. Alcohol makes her forget everything, numbs her, but being with Catherine gives her pleasure while ameliorating the sharp edges, so she feels, but she feels all the good of being with someone who wanted you; someone who themselves was good and by extension, made you good, and happy, feeling like you could live another day surrounded by death, and demons.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Prompt: hot chocolate (or cocoa)
"Wow, I can't believe how heavily it's snowing," Greg looked out the window of the New England bed-and-breakfast he and Nick were staying at, awe clear in his voice.
"What do you expect, G, it's December?" Nick came back from the bathroom, clad only in his dark-blue silk boxers with white hearts emblazoned on the front and back. Greg had given them to Nick on his birthday as sort of a joke, kind of like how dads get tacky ties from their children because he knew Nick didn't like silk boxers; he hadn't really meant for Nick to wear them tonight though as Nick was purely strict on the kind of underwear he wore- soft, comfortable white cotton that didn't make him feel as though he'd slide out of bed, as he had mentioned to Greg over and over again since Greg had given him the damn thing.
The fact that he was wearing them tonight made Greg confused, and he had asked Nick why he was wearing them now all of a sudden, but Nick, characteristically, had blushed to his ears and clamped his mouth shut. Which, okay whatever, after all this time being together- four years and counting- you'd think the man would get used to Greg looking at him like he was a luscious man-cake and wanting to eat him.
Nick came to sit behind him on the windowsill, wrapping a heavy blanket around Greg's own naked shoulders, and handed him a steaming cup of hot cocoa.
"Really?" He asked, eyebrows raised. He wasn't such a big fan of hot chocolate or cocoa, but Nick had it delivered to their room, and said it was imperative that they drink it.
"G, you have to drink hot cocoa when sitting in front of a window, watching the snow fall."
"Why?"
"So it can warm you up."
Nick unfurled his long legs on the wooden bench and scooted himself until Greg was comfortably nestled between his legs. There they watched the New England snow drift down slowly to the ground, wrapped up in each other and blankets.
Greg thought Nick's hypothesis of the hot cocoa making him warm sitting next to the window radiating cold was a little off-base. It wasn't the drink that made you warm, it was whether or not there were a pair of arms holding you tightly.
originally posted here
Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Wendy/Hodges
Prompt: coworkers
Mandy came into the lab looking at her quizzically. "What's up between you and Hodges?"
Wendy looked up from the microscope. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play the confused card. I know something is going on between you two. So spill."
Wendy sighed. "There is nothing going on between me and Hodges, OK? Even if I'd like there to be, the chances of it happening are slim to none."
Mandy leaned closer. "Is it because Hodges has never been with a woman?"
"Mandy!"
"What? You know that's why he's afraid to get together with you."
"No, actually it's because we're coworkers and that sort of thing is frowned upon around here."
Mandy scrunched her face up into a scowl. "Really?"
"Yes, we'd have to report to Ecklie and we'd have to work on different shifts. Hodges is probably just trying to protect his job."
"Yeah, well, if you ask me, Hodges needs to grow a spine. You could be like the best thing that’s ever happened to him and all he can do is pine over you."
Wendy smiled. "He pines for me?"
"Ugh, you two are hopeless." Mandy scoffed in disgust and left Wendy to grin like a love-sick fool on her own.
~*~
"They're having lunch together, aren't they?" Mandy narrowed her eyes and glared at the door to the break room.
Henry nodded. "So? Can't they have lunch?"
"Ugh, boys. No, they can't just have lunch. They're sweet on each other. It's not lunch, it's probably like their super secret date."
"But, um, we're at work. It's not exactly the right environment for a date." Henry's head tilted slightly to the side. The boy was so clueless.
"Oh, here they come, look natural."
Mandy leaned her arm against the wall, one hand on her hip. She was trying to look like she wasn't spying on them, but Henry thought she missed nonchalance by a mile.
Wendy and Hodges just looked at them weirdly and went back to work.
"No way they're together," Henry said, "that kind of thing is frowned upon here."
"So I hear. But wouldn't it be great if they were?" Mandy turned a manic smile on him. All he could do was shrug.
~*~
Wendy was shutting down her computer and putting on her jacket, ready to leave the lab and go home for a much needed nap, when Hodges stopped by.
"I wondered if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or something?" He looked at her nervously.
She was really looking forward to her nap, and not being with someone who admitted to liking her and then did nothing about it.
"What, you mean like a date?"
Hodges stepped back and put up his hands as though he could keep the repulsive idea away from him. "What? No, no it's not a date...just a couple of coworkers grabbing a bite to eat."
It seemed like Wendy Simms could either not see Hodges at all if she couldn't be with him romantically (but that was virtually impossible as they worked together and saw each other every day), or she could just go out to eat with him on their "not date."
Her nap could wait.
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