Flash Fiction Fills (Take 32)
a/n: Two more of the flash fiction for your reading pleasure! Please enjoy.
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Tatsuki/Soifon, “Love Bites, So Do I” Halestorm
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: hints of femmeslash
Soifon doesn't pout. Or sulk. Or visibly mourn.
When she's upset, she gets angry. Anger is the only emotion she'll allow herself to show. Tatsuki can see it in the way she clenches her jaw. The way she's intently focused on the punching bag, each blow delivered with neat, hard precision.
She's so very sexy when she's angry.
Tatsuki smiles, watching her lover beat the crap out of the punching bag with a flurry of blows from her feet and hands. She wonders who could have caused the fury this time, but then, she really only needs one guess.
There's only one person who can knock Soifon off her carefully ordered line: Shihouin Yoruichi.
In truth, Soifon's hurting. It's hard to go from hero worship to realizing that the affection you carried for so long was undeserved by the party in question.
Yoruichi's a bitch. Of course, that's only Tatsuki's opinion. Soifon would disagree, still does in fact. It's going to take longer than a few months for Soifon to get over years and decades of infatuation and admiration.
That's okay. Tatsuki's patient. And the rewards will be well worth it.
She steps into the training room, trying to keep out of Soifon's peripheral vision. It'll do her lover a lot of good to take that frustration out on something other than the workout equipment. Tatsuki's been training with Soifon a lot. She's not as good as her lover, but she's getting there. She can hold her own for long enough.
Tatsuki watches and she waits for the perfect time. There!
Soifon spins into a kick, spins back, and Tatsuki slots neatly in there, catching her foot before it can impact with the punching bag again. It stings, but Tatsuki's no stranger to a little discomfort. She shakes it off, tossing her lover a bright smile.
“Surprise,” Tatsuki purrs, and watches Soifon's lovely eyes widen.
Tatsuki acts quickly, shoving upward on Soifon's leg, throwing her off balance. As Soifon teeters, Tatsuki drops, sweeping Soifon's other foot out from under her. The Shinigami drops with a hard thud and a whoosh of air. Tatsuki's on her a moment later, gripping her wrists and pressing them to the mat as she straddles Soifon's narrow waist.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” Tatsuki murmurs, feeling the flex and twist of a lithe yet muscled body beneath her. “Come here often?”
Soifon's stronger than her so the fact that she hasn't thrown Tatsuki off means she likes her current position, or at least tolerates it. “Arisawa,” Soifon says, in not quite a snarl, but not exactly inviting either. “What the hell are you doing?”
Tatsuki leans closer, until they are nose to nose and she can smell the sharp scent of Soifon's sweat. Mmm. “You look in need of some stress relief. Thought I'd lend a hand. Or two.”
She shifts her position, straddling Soifon's left leg instead of her waist, so that her knee can nudge between Soifon's thighs. Nudging against the apex where heat radiates outward. She applies the lightest of pressures, just enough to indicate her intention, and is rewarded with the faintest flutter of Soifon's eyelashes.
“Maybe my mouth, too, if you're interested,” Tatsuki continues, flexing her fingers around Soifon's wrists. “Right here on the mats. I wouldn't care who saw either.” She grinds down with her knee again.
Soifon exhales sharply and Tatsuki knows that look, the subtle flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes darken with heat. It's a victory, even if only a small one.
Tatsuki grins and covers Soifon's mouth with her own, their tongues eagerly twining. Soifon arches up against her, one leg sliding against Tatsuki's own. Invitation.
Perfect.
For azardarkstar
Prompt: Avengers, Stark+Potts+Banner, science bros
Fandom: The Avengers (film). Warnings: None.
She honestly doesn't know if she should be jealous or amused.
It's kind of cute to watch them, if she disregards the fact that Tony spends even more time in the labs now. Hard enough she has to share him with a suit of armor and his obsession with the next shiny thing. But now she has to share him with a bumbling scientist who redefines the definition of a green-eyed monster.
It's kind of cute.
Pepper smiles as she watches Tony and Bruce babble at each other in science-speak. She's not an idiot. Far from it. She knows a thing or two about various scientific disciplines. Of course she's not a genius on Tony or Bruce's level, but she gets by.
Still, whatever they are talking about goes so far above her head, it might as well be dancing amongst the clouds.
She supposes that she'll just have to get used to sharing. Tony's never really had peers. Oh, there are people in the world that can match him for intellect, but he never got along with them. He never had any siblings and maybe he craved that, too. Real friends? Are few and far between for Tony. No wonder he's latched onto Bruce.
Pepper raps on the doorway to get their attention. “Boys, time for dinner!” she calls out.
“Five more minutes,” Tony replies distractedly, peering closer at the schematics spread out across the table. “What if we shortened the distance between these two connectors?”
Bruce hums thoughtfully. “No. It wouldn't work. There'd be too much interference.”
“You're sure?”
“Ninety-nine point nine percent sure.”
Tony chuckles. “That's not sure. We should try it and see.”
Bruce puts a palm on the diagram, pulling it out from under Tony's scrutiny. “Do that and I'll happily say 'I told you so' the first time you crash and burn.”
“I feel the love,” Tony retorts dryly. “No, really.” He pats his fist against his chest, right over the bright blue glow. “Right to my core.”
Bruce rolls his eyes, not at all taken in by Tony's acting. “I'll make sure not to express concern over your well-being next time.”
They could be at this all night.
Shaking her head, Pepper turns away, resigned to another evening of eating alone, catching up some paperwork, and crawling into bed early. And then, unsurprisingly, Tony will crawl into bed beside her at some ungodly time, all bright eyes and eager tones about some new gadget he and Bruce have created and Pepper will reap the benefits of his enthusiasm.
Hmm. Put in that way, maybe this new thing with Bruce living with them isn't so bad at all. Quiet time has always been a premium around here, but with Bruce serving as a distraction, Pepper finds herself cleaning up after Tony less and less. She might even get to crack open the third book in her favorite series.
In a remarkably better mood now, Pepper grins as she climbs the stairs to the dining room. A nice quiet dinner then she can curl up with that book.
What a way to look on the bright side.
a/n: New fandoms are hard. *author whines*
Two more flash fics to go. And in the meantime, I'm working on lots of other things, too. Feedback is love!
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/185065.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Tatsuki/Soifon, “Love Bites, So Do I” Halestorm
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: hints of femmeslash
Soifon doesn't pout. Or sulk. Or visibly mourn.
When she's upset, she gets angry. Anger is the only emotion she'll allow herself to show. Tatsuki can see it in the way she clenches her jaw. The way she's intently focused on the punching bag, each blow delivered with neat, hard precision.
She's so very sexy when she's angry.
Tatsuki smiles, watching her lover beat the crap out of the punching bag with a flurry of blows from her feet and hands. She wonders who could have caused the fury this time, but then, she really only needs one guess.
There's only one person who can knock Soifon off her carefully ordered line: Shihouin Yoruichi.
In truth, Soifon's hurting. It's hard to go from hero worship to realizing that the affection you carried for so long was undeserved by the party in question.
Yoruichi's a bitch. Of course, that's only Tatsuki's opinion. Soifon would disagree, still does in fact. It's going to take longer than a few months for Soifon to get over years and decades of infatuation and admiration.
That's okay. Tatsuki's patient. And the rewards will be well worth it.
She steps into the training room, trying to keep out of Soifon's peripheral vision. It'll do her lover a lot of good to take that frustration out on something other than the workout equipment. Tatsuki's been training with Soifon a lot. She's not as good as her lover, but she's getting there. She can hold her own for long enough.
Tatsuki watches and she waits for the perfect time. There!
Soifon spins into a kick, spins back, and Tatsuki slots neatly in there, catching her foot before it can impact with the punching bag again. It stings, but Tatsuki's no stranger to a little discomfort. She shakes it off, tossing her lover a bright smile.
“Surprise,” Tatsuki purrs, and watches Soifon's lovely eyes widen.
Tatsuki acts quickly, shoving upward on Soifon's leg, throwing her off balance. As Soifon teeters, Tatsuki drops, sweeping Soifon's other foot out from under her. The Shinigami drops with a hard thud and a whoosh of air. Tatsuki's on her a moment later, gripping her wrists and pressing them to the mat as she straddles Soifon's narrow waist.
“Well, hello there, beautiful,” Tatsuki murmurs, feeling the flex and twist of a lithe yet muscled body beneath her. “Come here often?”
Soifon's stronger than her so the fact that she hasn't thrown Tatsuki off means she likes her current position, or at least tolerates it. “Arisawa,” Soifon says, in not quite a snarl, but not exactly inviting either. “What the hell are you doing?”
Tatsuki leans closer, until they are nose to nose and she can smell the sharp scent of Soifon's sweat. Mmm. “You look in need of some stress relief. Thought I'd lend a hand. Or two.”
She shifts her position, straddling Soifon's left leg instead of her waist, so that her knee can nudge between Soifon's thighs. Nudging against the apex where heat radiates outward. She applies the lightest of pressures, just enough to indicate her intention, and is rewarded with the faintest flutter of Soifon's eyelashes.
“Maybe my mouth, too, if you're interested,” Tatsuki continues, flexing her fingers around Soifon's wrists. “Right here on the mats. I wouldn't care who saw either.” She grinds down with her knee again.
Soifon exhales sharply and Tatsuki knows that look, the subtle flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes darken with heat. It's a victory, even if only a small one.
Tatsuki grins and covers Soifon's mouth with her own, their tongues eagerly twining. Soifon arches up against her, one leg sliding against Tatsuki's own. Invitation.
Perfect.
For azardarkstar
Prompt: Avengers, Stark+Potts+Banner, science bros
Fandom: The Avengers (film). Warnings: None.
She honestly doesn't know if she should be jealous or amused.
It's kind of cute to watch them, if she disregards the fact that Tony spends even more time in the labs now. Hard enough she has to share him with a suit of armor and his obsession with the next shiny thing. But now she has to share him with a bumbling scientist who redefines the definition of a green-eyed monster.
It's kind of cute.
Pepper smiles as she watches Tony and Bruce babble at each other in science-speak. She's not an idiot. Far from it. She knows a thing or two about various scientific disciplines. Of course she's not a genius on Tony or Bruce's level, but she gets by.
Still, whatever they are talking about goes so far above her head, it might as well be dancing amongst the clouds.
She supposes that she'll just have to get used to sharing. Tony's never really had peers. Oh, there are people in the world that can match him for intellect, but he never got along with them. He never had any siblings and maybe he craved that, too. Real friends? Are few and far between for Tony. No wonder he's latched onto Bruce.
Pepper raps on the doorway to get their attention. “Boys, time for dinner!” she calls out.
“Five more minutes,” Tony replies distractedly, peering closer at the schematics spread out across the table. “What if we shortened the distance between these two connectors?”
Bruce hums thoughtfully. “No. It wouldn't work. There'd be too much interference.”
“You're sure?”
“Ninety-nine point nine percent sure.”
Tony chuckles. “That's not sure. We should try it and see.”
Bruce puts a palm on the diagram, pulling it out from under Tony's scrutiny. “Do that and I'll happily say 'I told you so' the first time you crash and burn.”
“I feel the love,” Tony retorts dryly. “No, really.” He pats his fist against his chest, right over the bright blue glow. “Right to my core.”
Bruce rolls his eyes, not at all taken in by Tony's acting. “I'll make sure not to express concern over your well-being next time.”
They could be at this all night.
Shaking her head, Pepper turns away, resigned to another evening of eating alone, catching up some paperwork, and crawling into bed early. And then, unsurprisingly, Tony will crawl into bed beside her at some ungodly time, all bright eyes and eager tones about some new gadget he and Bruce have created and Pepper will reap the benefits of his enthusiasm.
Hmm. Put in that way, maybe this new thing with Bruce living with them isn't so bad at all. Quiet time has always been a premium around here, but with Bruce serving as a distraction, Pepper finds herself cleaning up after Tony less and less. She might even get to crack open the third book in her favorite series.
In a remarkably better mood now, Pepper grins as she climbs the stairs to the dining room. A nice quiet dinner then she can curl up with that book.
What a way to look on the bright side.
a/n: New fandoms are hard. *author whines*
Two more flash fics to go. And in the meantime, I'm working on lots of other things, too. Feedback is love!
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/185065.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.