It's TrueLovePooh's birthday today...
...and Isabel Evans is her favorite girl. OMG, girlfriend, you got me to write Roswell fic--for the first time in over a year. I love you that much. :)
The following is where my fanon and truelovepooh's kinks meet.
Title: Five People Who'd Be Really F**king Lucky To Make It With An Alien
Author: femmenerd
Pairings: Isabel/everyone, crossovers with Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dawson's Creek, Angel: the Series, and my weird (and occasionally embarrassingly schmoopy) brain.
Rating: R for sex and the hotness that is Katherine Heigl
Summary: Five 100-word drabbles. See Title and Pairings for further info.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, but they'd all look really pretty smooshed up next to Isabel.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, sweetie! And also, the last one won't make any sense to anyone who hasn't read my epic (for me) Roswell fic "Second Chances" in which I tried my damnedest to convince the fandom that OMG, Isabel likes girls too! (Also, "Lipstick Abduction" is STILL the dreamiest 'ship evar. Heh.)
*****
John knows he shouldn’t be doing this-girl’s as young as his boys. But she’s soft in this amazingly unyielding way, beautiful blonde hair and sparkling eyes. He’s just passing through Roswell-gonna meet up with Dean across state where there’ve been rumors of a poltergeist. But Isabel here is holding him up for the afternoon, with sweet kisses and long sighs in a motel that’s seen better days. No time to find out what her story is-probably better that way-but there’s something about her manner that implies she might know a thing or two about “lonely” also.
*****
Faith appreciates a girl who can shake her booty with style-the kind that can really let go. She’s fuckin’ had it with uptight chicks who can’t get down. (She also vowed she was done with blondes, but Isabel’s shown her that they don’t all bite...in that nasty, figurative sense, anyway.) They dance ‘till all hours of the night, grinding and twisting, dropping men’s jaws all over town as their hair tangles together in a cascade of gold and brown, until Isabel pulls her in, biting Faith’s lip and saying, “I’m sick of dancing standing up. Take me home now.”
*****
Pacey misses Joey, but he’s found ways to pass his time. Isabel Evans is the best of them yet. She likes sex in the afternoon, wears strappy shoes that make her legs stretch a few more miles than they already do, and compliments his cooking to boot (though she has this very strange habit of adding Tabasco to everything, even the sweetest desserts). He’s not entirely sure what it is that she’s trying to forget, but when Isabel wraps her pretty lips around his cock and sucks, Pacey completely loses track of his own problems, Capeside, his checkered past-everything.
*****
This one’s not human-Spike’s pretty sure of that. But she’s also not evil, so he’s not going to question it much. He’s certainly not one to talk as far as ambiguities go. And she’s a wild, luscious thing, with tits that overflow in his palms, filling him with an easy joy. Isabel doesn’t ask what he is either-they’ve that in common: being the sort that respects a body’s right to have secrets. They have weekly assignations whenever he’s not off with Angel fighting the good fight. Bird’s not Buffy, but she’s more than a bit of all right.
*****
Serena can hardly believe that this day has actually come. Isabel’s shucking her “wedding dress”-the one she had made specially at the trendiest shop in NYC, with threads of gold and red through the white that bring out the streaks in her hair. Serena’s mouth is hanging open now, small and pink, as she lies back in their honeymoon suite. It was wonderful-amazing-to have everyone here together, Zan and Liz, the Deluca-Guerins, Ava too, but now she couldn’t be more glad that they’re all gone. ‘Cause all she wants to do is make love to her girl.
*****
The following is where my fanon and truelovepooh's kinks meet.
Title: Five People Who'd Be Really F**king Lucky To Make It With An Alien
Author: femmenerd
Pairings: Isabel/everyone, crossovers with Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dawson's Creek, Angel: the Series, and my weird (and occasionally embarrassingly schmoopy) brain.
Rating: R for sex and the hotness that is Katherine Heigl
Summary: Five 100-word drabbles. See Title and Pairings for further info.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine, but they'd all look really pretty smooshed up next to Isabel.
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, sweetie! And also, the last one won't make any sense to anyone who hasn't read my epic (for me) Roswell fic "Second Chances" in which I tried my damnedest to convince the fandom that OMG, Isabel likes girls too! (Also, "Lipstick Abduction" is STILL the dreamiest 'ship evar. Heh.)
*****
John knows he shouldn’t be doing this-girl’s as young as his boys. But she’s soft in this amazingly unyielding way, beautiful blonde hair and sparkling eyes. He’s just passing through Roswell-gonna meet up with Dean across state where there’ve been rumors of a poltergeist. But Isabel here is holding him up for the afternoon, with sweet kisses and long sighs in a motel that’s seen better days. No time to find out what her story is-probably better that way-but there’s something about her manner that implies she might know a thing or two about “lonely” also.
*****
Faith appreciates a girl who can shake her booty with style-the kind that can really let go. She’s fuckin’ had it with uptight chicks who can’t get down. (She also vowed she was done with blondes, but Isabel’s shown her that they don’t all bite...in that nasty, figurative sense, anyway.) They dance ‘till all hours of the night, grinding and twisting, dropping men’s jaws all over town as their hair tangles together in a cascade of gold and brown, until Isabel pulls her in, biting Faith’s lip and saying, “I’m sick of dancing standing up. Take me home now.”
*****
Pacey misses Joey, but he’s found ways to pass his time. Isabel Evans is the best of them yet. She likes sex in the afternoon, wears strappy shoes that make her legs stretch a few more miles than they already do, and compliments his cooking to boot (though she has this very strange habit of adding Tabasco to everything, even the sweetest desserts). He’s not entirely sure what it is that she’s trying to forget, but when Isabel wraps her pretty lips around his cock and sucks, Pacey completely loses track of his own problems, Capeside, his checkered past-everything.
*****
This one’s not human-Spike’s pretty sure of that. But she’s also not evil, so he’s not going to question it much. He’s certainly not one to talk as far as ambiguities go. And she’s a wild, luscious thing, with tits that overflow in his palms, filling him with an easy joy. Isabel doesn’t ask what he is either-they’ve that in common: being the sort that respects a body’s right to have secrets. They have weekly assignations whenever he’s not off with Angel fighting the good fight. Bird’s not Buffy, but she’s more than a bit of all right.
*****
Serena can hardly believe that this day has actually come. Isabel’s shucking her “wedding dress”-the one she had made specially at the trendiest shop in NYC, with threads of gold and red through the white that bring out the streaks in her hair. Serena’s mouth is hanging open now, small and pink, as she lies back in their honeymoon suite. It was wonderful-amazing-to have everyone here together, Zan and Liz, the Deluca-Guerins, Ava too, but now she couldn’t be more glad that they’re all gone. ‘Cause all she wants to do is make love to her girl.
*****