Academia, Fandom: Scrubs, Prompt: Law, Literature
Title: My Mother In-Law
Academia Prompt: Law
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: G
Word Count: 228
Jordan has seen or done most things. However, Elliot -of all people- has managed to present her with a fresh, new hell.
See, in college she so wasn’t the kind of girl you brought home. Then Perry happened, and Jordan is pretty sure his Mom and Dad are buried in a basement somewhere. Therefore, when Elliot timidly suggested they go to her brother’s wedding so that she could finally, ‘meet the Reids,’ (like they were some kind of all-singing family group), Jordan was impressed.
So here she is, standing opposite the parents like a bomb about to go off. Elliot is busy explaining, ‘Jordan can also be a girl’s name,’ whilst Dr Reid Snr seems to be having trouble dragging his eyes up to Jordan’s face (like father, like daughter).
Mother Reid is drunk, quite a feat considering the free bar has yet to open, and Jordan is startled by how close their botox-aided age could be.
She smile-snarls. She loves Elliot, she really does - that is why she is here, under oath to be nice. Then again, ‘being nice,’ is a sliding scale for the devil.
Jordan makes a quick, silent promise to make it up to Elliot tonight, then holds out a hand to her Mom,
“Nice to meet you, I’m Mrs Robinson.”
Elliot cringes.
This was going to be fun.
Title: Her Dirty Description
Academia Prompt: Literature
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: R
Word Count: 237
During the era of Jordan and Perry, those years when they seemed to treat the hospital as their own personal sparring ground, Elliot kinda wondered how he got away with such frequent name-calling. Attila, She Devil, Godzilla - the insults flew fast and furious and Dr Cox, miraculously, never went home with his winkie in his hand.
These days Elliot knows it was because Jordan liked it.
As in liked, liked it.
Elliot figured it all out when she accused Jordan of being a, ‘horrible, nasty girlfriend,’ (for not kissing her in a week) and ended up pinned against the bedroom door. At first she was reluctant to use this information. Dirty talk, or talking in general, is not really her strong suit. However, tonight Jordan bet Elliot post-sex snuggling that she couldn’t make her come.
And Elliot really wants to cuddle.
So, as she twists her fingers inside Jordan, she drops her voice to something approximating sexy,
“This game is mean. You’re mean,”
Jordan shifts her hips up eagerly. She also bites Elliot on the shoulder, which, honestly, offers a good incentive to be cruel.
“You’re mean, and kind of freaky (true) and sometimes I don’t even like you (not true),”
Jordan has her eyes closed and is trying to control her breathing. Elliot begins to grind the heel of her hand against her clit,
“But I’d rather let you go back down to hell than win, so you better suck it up, you, you…”
Jordan groans, beginning to tremble around her fingers, and Elliot tries to think of the worst word she can say out loud,
“…Hussy!”