riffing rather a lot on fire
Title: Center of Attention/A Simple Prop
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100/100, for I am a sucker for the pretty stars.
Rating: definitely at least PG-13, maybe R
Pairing: Jackie Stiles/teammate, Portland Fire, WNBA
NB: Set in the beginning of the 2001 season. Second title references R.E.M.'s "The One I Love". The people are real, but that's really about it for reality.
Jackie is the star and Jackie is fucking Coach's son, so Jackie's word is law. Jackie is the star, Jackie never forgets, and Jackie never misses a chance to push her advantage.
So it's no surprise when she tells her fellow rookie guard exactly what has to happen to make the team, and where she wants it done. Or that she *does* lie back on center court, her legs aligned with the Fire logo, the other guard's tongue licking like fire against her clit, and see behind closed eyes blinding light as all the cameras go (get) off on her.
She's waiting outside when I leave Coach's office. I swear she grins when she sees me. "What's the matter?" she asks insincerely.
"You know exactly what." I drop my voice. "You lied to me, you little bitch."
She shows her teeth in what everyone sees as a photogenic smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I guess you weren't good enough when it went down to the last few cuts."
My face burns, but not as hot as my shame. She's gotten me twice, but I'll see her and her Fire fall.
The next time she screams, it'll be pain.
Title: Comme Çi, Comme Ça (Mutable Fire)
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sue Wicks/Teresa Weatherspoon, ex-New York Liberty
NB: Set in 1997. The people (and unfortunately, the referenced '80s hair) are real. The story is not. Please don't sue me, or for that matter, sic Sue on me.
Sagittarians are said to be easily fascinated by new things, and just as fascinating themselves. Drawn to flickering flames, they in turn draw others.
One of them has always been quick with a joke, parrying every remark with witty repartee. The other radiates charisma from her broad smile and instant ability to work a room. Quicksilver, they flowed together time and again and secretly lit tournament nights.
Years pass and hairstyles calm down, but when the Liberty's assigned point guard and its first round pick meet again in the sleepless city, the spark lights again like it never went out.
Title: UConn's Leading Scorer (Fixed Fire)
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount :100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Asjha Jones/Nykesha Sales, Connecticut Sun
NB: People real. Story fake. Please don't sue.
Asjha, braids like a mane, resplendent in red and gold, is a subtle Lioness. She'll let others waste time vying to be in front of the cameras. She'd rather have the experts' admiration. The most dangerous fire burns unseen.
Asjha sets goals. It's why she has a ring on her finger and two trips to the Finals, why she's planning for more.
Asjha is a Lioness, and she knows when prey thinks itself predator. She knows what Nykesha wants, what she wants too, but Geno can't smooth Kesh's path this time. Kesh will just have to settle for finishing second.
Title: Give (Cardinal Fire)
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Pairing: Vickie Johnson/various, New York Liberty and San Antonio Silver Stars
NB: People real. Story fake. Please don't sue.
Vickie gives everything she is to everything she does. She's given over and over, to Louisiana Tech, to Teresa, to the Liberty, to Crystal, and every time it's come to a crashing halt. And every time she swears this is the last, that she'll stop butting her head against the same wall, but every time she burns out anew.
Vickie forgot her birthright, even though for nine years the Liberty's torch reminded her of the fire under which she was born. In the broiling Texas heat, though, and in Sophia's strong young arms, she will no longer give.
She'll take.
Title: Grace
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Becky Hammon/Erin Thorn, New York Liberty, WNBA
NB: People are real, story is fake, please don't sue.
I can see her in front of the mic and half a dozen reporters. She looks so small against the giant logo behind her. I can even see the thoughts behind her gray eyes.
I failed my team. My team. My fault. All my fault. I fucked up. My responsibility. Won't put it on anyone else. Can't put it on anyone else.
And they throw questions at her like knives, and she handles them all smoothly, graceful under fire, taking blame, spreading credit.
I wish I could share her burden, but she won't let anyone, and she'd never let me.
Title: Cold Night
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG, shading towards PG-13
Pairing: Erin Thorn/K.B. Sharp, New York Liberty and Indiana Fever
NB: "loss"- Erin is an assistant at BYU, which lost in the first round of the tournament. All else is fictional, so please don't sue me.
After the loss, Erin found herself at liberty and was grateful for the loan of a wilderness cabin. The night turned lonely and cold, so she lit the fireplace, wrapped herself in quilts, and let her mind drift.
She thought she was dreaming when she heard K.B.'s voice. "You suck at covering your tracks."
"I shouldn't have known you'd come," Erin said sleepily.
"Yeah, you should." K.B. came around and settled next to Erin on the rug, content to feel Erin against her and watch the shadows play against Erin's fair skin.
In time a second fire kindled between them.
Title: In the Zone
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG-13, maybe R
Pairing: I leave that up to your imagination.
She was more than warm- she was on fire. Every shot was pure. She went deeper and deeper, seeing nothing but ball and basket, hearing nothing but nylon whispering against leather.
The touch came under her jersey, moving rhythmically as she rose and fell. Then the hands moved forward, feather-light fingertips against her stomach and sports bra, stroking her tenderly. Even as she heated up, she unconsciously adjusted her motion.
Warm lips began to press kisses to the back of her neck, one every time she landed from her shot; locked in, this too she barely felt.
"Goddamn," her teammate whispered, breath hot against her skin, drifting from nape to ear. "Do you know just how hot you are? I wonder just where this zone of yours ends…"
Hotter and hotter: she could plant her feet at halfcourt and sink her jumper clean, smooth and loose as the shorts that eased off her hips and slipped towards the hardwood with every shot, the outside world as forgotten as the panties that followed the shorts.
She emerged from unconscious shooting only to drift into a sensual daze, trading in one zone for another as her teammate's hand-check at last took effect.
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100/100, for I am a sucker for the pretty stars.
Rating: definitely at least PG-13, maybe R
Pairing: Jackie Stiles/teammate, Portland Fire, WNBA
NB: Set in the beginning of the 2001 season. Second title references R.E.M.'s "The One I Love". The people are real, but that's really about it for reality.
Jackie is the star and Jackie is fucking Coach's son, so Jackie's word is law. Jackie is the star, Jackie never forgets, and Jackie never misses a chance to push her advantage.
So it's no surprise when she tells her fellow rookie guard exactly what has to happen to make the team, and where she wants it done. Or that she *does* lie back on center court, her legs aligned with the Fire logo, the other guard's tongue licking like fire against her clit, and see behind closed eyes blinding light as all the cameras go (get) off on her.
She's waiting outside when I leave Coach's office. I swear she grins when she sees me. "What's the matter?" she asks insincerely.
"You know exactly what." I drop my voice. "You lied to me, you little bitch."
She shows her teeth in what everyone sees as a photogenic smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I guess you weren't good enough when it went down to the last few cuts."
My face burns, but not as hot as my shame. She's gotten me twice, but I'll see her and her Fire fall.
The next time she screams, it'll be pain.
Title: Comme Çi, Comme Ça (Mutable Fire)
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sue Wicks/Teresa Weatherspoon, ex-New York Liberty
NB: Set in 1997. The people (and unfortunately, the referenced '80s hair) are real. The story is not. Please don't sue me, or for that matter, sic Sue on me.
Sagittarians are said to be easily fascinated by new things, and just as fascinating themselves. Drawn to flickering flames, they in turn draw others.
One of them has always been quick with a joke, parrying every remark with witty repartee. The other radiates charisma from her broad smile and instant ability to work a room. Quicksilver, they flowed together time and again and secretly lit tournament nights.
Years pass and hairstyles calm down, but when the Liberty's assigned point guard and its first round pick meet again in the sleepless city, the spark lights again like it never went out.
Title: UConn's Leading Scorer (Fixed Fire)
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount :100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Asjha Jones/Nykesha Sales, Connecticut Sun
NB: People real. Story fake. Please don't sue.
Asjha, braids like a mane, resplendent in red and gold, is a subtle Lioness. She'll let others waste time vying to be in front of the cameras. She'd rather have the experts' admiration. The most dangerous fire burns unseen.
Asjha sets goals. It's why she has a ring on her finger and two trips to the Finals, why she's planning for more.
Asjha is a Lioness, and she knows when prey thinks itself predator. She knows what Nykesha wants, what she wants too, but Geno can't smooth Kesh's path this time. Kesh will just have to settle for finishing second.
Title: Give (Cardinal Fire)
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Pairing: Vickie Johnson/various, New York Liberty and San Antonio Silver Stars
NB: People real. Story fake. Please don't sue.
Vickie gives everything she is to everything she does. She's given over and over, to Louisiana Tech, to Teresa, to the Liberty, to Crystal, and every time it's come to a crashing halt. And every time she swears this is the last, that she'll stop butting her head against the same wall, but every time she burns out anew.
Vickie forgot her birthright, even though for nine years the Liberty's torch reminded her of the fire under which she was born. In the broiling Texas heat, though, and in Sophia's strong young arms, she will no longer give.
She'll take.
Title: Grace
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Becky Hammon/Erin Thorn, New York Liberty, WNBA
NB: People are real, story is fake, please don't sue.
I can see her in front of the mic and half a dozen reporters. She looks so small against the giant logo behind her. I can even see the thoughts behind her gray eyes.
I failed my team. My team. My fault. All my fault. I fucked up. My responsibility. Won't put it on anyone else. Can't put it on anyone else.
And they throw questions at her like knives, and she handles them all smoothly, graceful under fire, taking blame, spreading credit.
I wish I could share her burden, but she won't let anyone, and she'd never let me.
Title: Cold Night
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG, shading towards PG-13
Pairing: Erin Thorn/K.B. Sharp, New York Liberty and Indiana Fever
NB: "loss"- Erin is an assistant at BYU, which lost in the first round of the tournament. All else is fictional, so please don't sue me.
After the loss, Erin found herself at liberty and was grateful for the loan of a wilderness cabin. The night turned lonely and cold, so she lit the fireplace, wrapped herself in quilts, and let her mind drift.
She thought she was dreaming when she heard K.B.'s voice. "You suck at covering your tracks."
"I shouldn't have known you'd come," Erin said sleepily.
"Yeah, you should." K.B. came around and settled next to Erin on the rug, content to feel Erin against her and watch the shadows play against Erin's fair skin.
In time a second fire kindled between them.
Title: In the Zone
Prompt: #107, fire
Fandom: WNBA (professional sports)
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG-13, maybe R
Pairing: I leave that up to your imagination.
She was more than warm- she was on fire. Every shot was pure. She went deeper and deeper, seeing nothing but ball and basket, hearing nothing but nylon whispering against leather.
The touch came under her jersey, moving rhythmically as she rose and fell. Then the hands moved forward, feather-light fingertips against her stomach and sports bra, stroking her tenderly. Even as she heated up, she unconsciously adjusted her motion.
Warm lips began to press kisses to the back of her neck, one every time she landed from her shot; locked in, this too she barely felt.
"Goddamn," her teammate whispered, breath hot against her skin, drifting from nape to ear. "Do you know just how hot you are? I wonder just where this zone of yours ends…"
Hotter and hotter: she could plant her feet at halfcourt and sink her jumper clean, smooth and loose as the shorts that eased off her hips and slipped towards the hardwood with every shot, the outside world as forgotten as the panties that followed the shorts.
She emerged from unconscious shooting only to drift into a sensual daze, trading in one zone for another as her teammate's hand-check at last took effect.