Happy birthday luc_darling!!!
The fun times roll on with presents for luc_darling. Hope you have a great birthday, hon, it's been fun getting to know you. :D
Insert the usual song and dance regarding ratings and warnings. Wheee!
goth!Ewan/Matt/Lee, not caring what the neighbors think (okay, maybe a little):
"C'mon," Lee encourages, nipping at Matt's earlobe as he eases a second finger inside, curling and scissoring, "let us hear you." Ewan hums his agreement, mouth sliding along the length of Matt's cock so that he feels it vibrating through him more than he hears it, and honest to god, Matt can't help the sound he makes when those grey eyes flick up to beg wordlessly.
"But... neighbors..." Matt attempts to reason with them, but his cause is lost when Lee's fingers find their mark.
Castle, Castle/Beckett & Alexis, bribery through culinary skills:
Beckett has to hide her smile behind her coffee cup, mostly because of the ever hopeful look on Castle's face, as though he hasn't figured out yet that he's already won.
"What if I talk Alexis into baking -- pies, cookies..." he asks, scooting closer and conspiritorial, dropping his voice low on the pretense of excluding Ryan and Espositio, but really trying grasping at any hope of intimacy.
Kate puts the coffee down, her game face back in place, and says, "Ok, but only if I get cookies and pie."
Leverage/Alice, Eliot/Hatter, I’d slow down but there’s no time:
Hatter's heart drops into his stomach as he trots through the kitchen --the candles, the dinner, the clothes Eliot isn't wearing-- grabbing the bits of things he needs, double and triple checking he's got the right bottles inside his jacket pocket, fetching his hat from where it's... hanging off of Eliot's finger.
"I'm sorry," Hatter says, pressing close enough to kiss that spot at the back of Eliot's jaw as he grabs his hat, rolling his hips just a little, just enough to promise. "I'll make it up to you..."
Waiter!AU, Chris/Steve, sugar-spun crystal:
"Thought you didn't bake?" Christian asks, watching with fascination as Steve works with delicate and swift precision, spinning and stretching and setting the sugar into shapes that Chris hadn't even known sugar can make, unable to take his eyes off the way Steve's fingers move, the way just one arching finger can change the shape of everything.
"I don't," Steve murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips even though he doesn't look up, his eyes promising mischief all the same. "These are just the decorations."
goth!Ewan/Matt/Lee, h/c, quiet strength:
It isn't expected, isn't even hoped for even after everything, a startling blow that pulls the rug out from under Ewan's feet and leaves him flailing and hollow; Lee catches him before he crumples to the floor --the phone has already fallen, already broken, its tinny words as silent as the blood rushing in Ewan's ears-- catches him and holds him close enough that Ewan's pretty sure Lee's shirt is soaked through with tears. Somehow they end up on the couch, and he can feel Lee's lips against his temple, and they must stay there a while because then Matt's fingers are stroking through his hair and Ewan isn't even sure when he came in. Ewan clings to them, both of them, hard enough his knuckles and shoulders hurt with the effort.
Wolverine, Remy/Logan, a song to soothe the fears:
It doesn't take long to figure out Remy has nightmares --that he riles himself up and wears himself out until he sleeps too deep to dream, if he can help it-- and Logan's got holes in his memory but he isn't stupid, isn't oblivious to the fact that the kid's obviously been tortured. It takes slightly longer to figure out Logan's touch will ease them, fingers brushing through his hair, across his shoulder, a gentle encouragement that somehow ends up with Remy unconsciously curling against him. Logan hums, the tune coming to him of it's own accord, drifting to him up out of the depths of his memory --something his mother sang, perhaps, when he was very small, that Victor sang to him at first when they'd slept amongst the trees-- so that it's not til dawn that he realizes Remy slept peacefully for the first time in months.
RPS Apollo!AU, Hermes!Matt/Jensen, in the beginning:
Beginning is such a trite word --there's plenty of beginnings, wherever you look, all it takes is a certain point of view-- and I could tell you about the beginning, even if I wasn't there, even if Rachel is a better one to ask, but I think that maybe my own private beginning for this time around, re-beginning, reconnection - it's much more worthwhile, or what you're looking for anyway.
Persephone --Jensen, always Jensen now, I've got to remember that-- was the first I found, the first I bumped into, of all things, in a botanical garden of all places (and how's that for beginning?); not that I hadn't known there were others wandering about, but I hadn't known that some were trickling back. I might have missed him, if I hadn't just been to see Hades --not that he would see me, oh no, with his booming voice and obsidian doors that refused to permit me entrance with still empty hands-- and it was the resonance, it was the smell, that glimmer of inner recognition from one soul to another, one he couldn't even consciously recognize... and me, well, I've never been able to leave well enough alone...
Leverage/Justified, Eliot/Raylan, I didn’t expect to see you at this shindig:
"Well now, I would not have expected to see you at a shindig such as this," Raylan says, letting his surprise show in his eyebrows if nothing else and utterly ignoring the look Eva is giving him, and then giving Eliot; the man cleans up pretty in a tailored suit, all sleek lines that hug the right places, especially the bits where he's chosen to pull them loose. "Surely y'ain't planning on ruinin' my evening with trouble."
Eliot smiles a smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes, a little crooked and a lot smug, and raises a glass as he says, "Now Deputy, why would I have any mischief in mind?"
Insert the usual song and dance regarding ratings and warnings. Wheee!
goth!Ewan/Matt/Lee, not caring what the neighbors think (okay, maybe a little):
"C'mon," Lee encourages, nipping at Matt's earlobe as he eases a second finger inside, curling and scissoring, "let us hear you." Ewan hums his agreement, mouth sliding along the length of Matt's cock so that he feels it vibrating through him more than he hears it, and honest to god, Matt can't help the sound he makes when those grey eyes flick up to beg wordlessly.
"But... neighbors..." Matt attempts to reason with them, but his cause is lost when Lee's fingers find their mark.
Castle, Castle/Beckett & Alexis, bribery through culinary skills:
Beckett has to hide her smile behind her coffee cup, mostly because of the ever hopeful look on Castle's face, as though he hasn't figured out yet that he's already won.
"What if I talk Alexis into baking -- pies, cookies..." he asks, scooting closer and conspiritorial, dropping his voice low on the pretense of excluding Ryan and Espositio, but really trying grasping at any hope of intimacy.
Kate puts the coffee down, her game face back in place, and says, "Ok, but only if I get cookies and pie."
Leverage/Alice, Eliot/Hatter, I’d slow down but there’s no time:
Hatter's heart drops into his stomach as he trots through the kitchen --the candles, the dinner, the clothes Eliot isn't wearing-- grabbing the bits of things he needs, double and triple checking he's got the right bottles inside his jacket pocket, fetching his hat from where it's... hanging off of Eliot's finger.
"I'm sorry," Hatter says, pressing close enough to kiss that spot at the back of Eliot's jaw as he grabs his hat, rolling his hips just a little, just enough to promise. "I'll make it up to you..."
Waiter!AU, Chris/Steve, sugar-spun crystal:
"Thought you didn't bake?" Christian asks, watching with fascination as Steve works with delicate and swift precision, spinning and stretching and setting the sugar into shapes that Chris hadn't even known sugar can make, unable to take his eyes off the way Steve's fingers move, the way just one arching finger can change the shape of everything.
"I don't," Steve murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips even though he doesn't look up, his eyes promising mischief all the same. "These are just the decorations."
goth!Ewan/Matt/Lee, h/c, quiet strength:
It isn't expected, isn't even hoped for even after everything, a startling blow that pulls the rug out from under Ewan's feet and leaves him flailing and hollow; Lee catches him before he crumples to the floor --the phone has already fallen, already broken, its tinny words as silent as the blood rushing in Ewan's ears-- catches him and holds him close enough that Ewan's pretty sure Lee's shirt is soaked through with tears. Somehow they end up on the couch, and he can feel Lee's lips against his temple, and they must stay there a while because then Matt's fingers are stroking through his hair and Ewan isn't even sure when he came in. Ewan clings to them, both of them, hard enough his knuckles and shoulders hurt with the effort.
Wolverine, Remy/Logan, a song to soothe the fears:
It doesn't take long to figure out Remy has nightmares --that he riles himself up and wears himself out until he sleeps too deep to dream, if he can help it-- and Logan's got holes in his memory but he isn't stupid, isn't oblivious to the fact that the kid's obviously been tortured. It takes slightly longer to figure out Logan's touch will ease them, fingers brushing through his hair, across his shoulder, a gentle encouragement that somehow ends up with Remy unconsciously curling against him. Logan hums, the tune coming to him of it's own accord, drifting to him up out of the depths of his memory --something his mother sang, perhaps, when he was very small, that Victor sang to him at first when they'd slept amongst the trees-- so that it's not til dawn that he realizes Remy slept peacefully for the first time in months.
RPS Apollo!AU, Hermes!Matt/Jensen, in the beginning:
Beginning is such a trite word --there's plenty of beginnings, wherever you look, all it takes is a certain point of view-- and I could tell you about the beginning, even if I wasn't there, even if Rachel is a better one to ask, but I think that maybe my own private beginning for this time around, re-beginning, reconnection - it's much more worthwhile, or what you're looking for anyway.
Persephone --Jensen, always Jensen now, I've got to remember that-- was the first I found, the first I bumped into, of all things, in a botanical garden of all places (and how's that for beginning?); not that I hadn't known there were others wandering about, but I hadn't known that some were trickling back. I might have missed him, if I hadn't just been to see Hades --not that he would see me, oh no, with his booming voice and obsidian doors that refused to permit me entrance with still empty hands-- and it was the resonance, it was the smell, that glimmer of inner recognition from one soul to another, one he couldn't even consciously recognize... and me, well, I've never been able to leave well enough alone...
Leverage/Justified, Eliot/Raylan, I didn’t expect to see you at this shindig:
"Well now, I would not have expected to see you at a shindig such as this," Raylan says, letting his surprise show in his eyebrows if nothing else and utterly ignoring the look Eva is giving him, and then giving Eliot; the man cleans up pretty in a tailored suit, all sleek lines that hug the right places, especially the bits where he's chosen to pull them loose. "Surely y'ain't planning on ruinin' my evening with trouble."
Eliot smiles a smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes, a little crooked and a lot smug, and raises a glass as he says, "Now Deputy, why would I have any mischief in mind?"