Happy birthday Earthquakedream!
Hah, another set of gifts that are early! (Sorry, I'm just glad my mojo's coming back.) I still haven't caught up with my flist, but I have to wish my dear earthquakedream a happy birthday. I know the semester has been long, but I hope it's worth it, and I'm always happy when I get to chat with you. It can only get better. ♥
The usual rules apply. See the cut tag for ratings and warnings. Without further ado:
Supernatural - Sam & Dean - curse gone right:
"No, you don't understand," Sam says earnestly, trying to get Dean to listen, "with this curse... you're weighed, and measured, and for a whole day, you're given what you deserve."
Dean makes a face, shaking his head as he asks, "Then why the hell is everybody being so... nice?"
A little girl runs up with a bouquet of flowers just big enough to fill her arms and holds it out, saying in a rush "These are for you," and runs away again; both fall silent when they read the card that just says THANK YOU.
Supernatural - Mary - housewife:
It's like her daydreams in Home Ec class for all of fifteen minutes, right down to the apron, apple pie on the window sill, and John coming home just tired enough to be appreciative but not too tired to not be... athletic.
But being normal is hard when you know it in your bones that there's real, honest to god evil in the world, when you've tasted it on your lips in trade, when you know all the words, all the signs, all the down and dirty tricks that maybe, just maybe might save your baby's soul. John doesn't remember, his smiling eyes innocent, seeing only the housewife Mary wishes she could actually be...
SPN/White Collar - Sam/Neal - awkward silence:
The problem with being possessed (ok, so there's not just one, but this is the one that's important at the moment, at least to Sam) is that when what's possessing you pushes you back to the dark corners so you can't even see what you're own damned body is doing, you never know what you're going to wake up to.
Sam's eyes fly wide, sounds and smells and movement and tighthotneedfuck crashing into him just before he realizes there's someone - a slender, dark haired young man whose wide blue eyes filled with confusion and fear and need probably mean he has never seen the black smoke of a demon before - is straddling him, and had been riding him, that Sam was, that Sam had been fucking him, is still buried completely inside of him. For a long moment they just stare at one another, dumbstruck, and both are too afraid to move, to let go, though whether it's worried about separating, or worried about continuing...
SPN/Leverage - Hardison & Sam - geekin' it out:
"Naw, man, I hooked you straight into the Guttenberg collection of hunting," Hardison says, grinning and popping another gummy frog into his mouth, "cos see, Europe's been at this shit for longer than the US, specially considering the patent ignorance and destruction of the native tribes, but now I'm just playin' macaw to Eliot and you know all this shit already." He moves the mouse around, babbling on about the technical end of the archive, and where it's been uploaded, showing Sam the books and how they're accessed digitally, though he keeps glancing up like he's waiting for Sam to notice something.
"Wait, wait... is that mind mapping software that, Jesus, it interconnects myths and, fuck me, hunters reports and possible news stories?"
CWRPF/White Collar - Jensen/Neal - training:
The suits came first -the easy part, of course- and things like posture came easily after that; mannerisms were harder, subtler, the tip of the head, the way fingers glide on arms.
"It's all about minimalism," Neal says, lips brushing Jensen's neck so that Jensen is watching Neal's eyes in the mirror instead of Neal's hands at the pocket of his trousers. "No one will notice just two fingers, feather light..."
CWRPF - Jared/Genevieve/Jensen/Danneel - messy sheets:
The sheets will need to be washed by the time they're done; one corner is pulled out and folded over, making the whole bed just a little more unstable, and everything is wrinkled and already stained with sweat and lube and at least one condom is drying under one of the folds. But Daneel will worry about that later, much later, after Jensen's finished fucking her into Genevieve while Jared fucks Gen back against her, after Gen stops moaning obscenely against her mouth and begging to watch Jared fuck Jensen or Daneel or both, after she's made Gen come again, her thumb working Gen's clit as Jared's cock slips between her fingers.
Gen falls apart, trembling, and slips out from between them before urging Jared forward, before taking Daneel's hand and wrapping it around Jared's cock...
White Collar - Peter/Neal/El - "that's not my tie":
Peter's normally the up-and-at'm-early-as-long-as-he-gets-his-coffee type, but some days that just doesn't happen; Neal hadn't believed El when she said it would happen to Peter today, and the fact that she was right makes him wonder what it was they were up to all those other days.
"What is this?" Peter asks, holding up a tie, voice still fuzzy with sleep despite being mostly dressed.
"That one's Neal's hon," El says cheerfully, kissing Peter on the cheek as he blinks and cheerfully brings it to Neal.
The usual rules apply. See the cut tag for ratings and warnings. Without further ado:
Supernatural - Sam & Dean - curse gone right:
"No, you don't understand," Sam says earnestly, trying to get Dean to listen, "with this curse... you're weighed, and measured, and for a whole day, you're given what you deserve."
Dean makes a face, shaking his head as he asks, "Then why the hell is everybody being so... nice?"
A little girl runs up with a bouquet of flowers just big enough to fill her arms and holds it out, saying in a rush "These are for you," and runs away again; both fall silent when they read the card that just says THANK YOU.
Supernatural - Mary - housewife:
It's like her daydreams in Home Ec class for all of fifteen minutes, right down to the apron, apple pie on the window sill, and John coming home just tired enough to be appreciative but not too tired to not be... athletic.
But being normal is hard when you know it in your bones that there's real, honest to god evil in the world, when you've tasted it on your lips in trade, when you know all the words, all the signs, all the down and dirty tricks that maybe, just maybe might save your baby's soul. John doesn't remember, his smiling eyes innocent, seeing only the housewife Mary wishes she could actually be...
SPN/White Collar - Sam/Neal - awkward silence:
The problem with being possessed (ok, so there's not just one, but this is the one that's important at the moment, at least to Sam) is that when what's possessing you pushes you back to the dark corners so you can't even see what you're own damned body is doing, you never know what you're going to wake up to.
Sam's eyes fly wide, sounds and smells and movement and tighthotneedfuck crashing into him just before he realizes there's someone - a slender, dark haired young man whose wide blue eyes filled with confusion and fear and need probably mean he has never seen the black smoke of a demon before - is straddling him, and had been riding him, that Sam was, that Sam had been fucking him, is still buried completely inside of him. For a long moment they just stare at one another, dumbstruck, and both are too afraid to move, to let go, though whether it's worried about separating, or worried about continuing...
SPN/Leverage - Hardison & Sam - geekin' it out:
"Naw, man, I hooked you straight into the Guttenberg collection of hunting," Hardison says, grinning and popping another gummy frog into his mouth, "cos see, Europe's been at this shit for longer than the US, specially considering the patent ignorance and destruction of the native tribes, but now I'm just playin' macaw to Eliot and you know all this shit already." He moves the mouse around, babbling on about the technical end of the archive, and where it's been uploaded, showing Sam the books and how they're accessed digitally, though he keeps glancing up like he's waiting for Sam to notice something.
"Wait, wait... is that mind mapping software that, Jesus, it interconnects myths and, fuck me, hunters reports and possible news stories?"
CWRPF/White Collar - Jensen/Neal - training:
The suits came first -the easy part, of course- and things like posture came easily after that; mannerisms were harder, subtler, the tip of the head, the way fingers glide on arms.
"It's all about minimalism," Neal says, lips brushing Jensen's neck so that Jensen is watching Neal's eyes in the mirror instead of Neal's hands at the pocket of his trousers. "No one will notice just two fingers, feather light..."
CWRPF - Jared/Genevieve/Jensen/Danneel - messy sheets:
The sheets will need to be washed by the time they're done; one corner is pulled out and folded over, making the whole bed just a little more unstable, and everything is wrinkled and already stained with sweat and lube and at least one condom is drying under one of the folds. But Daneel will worry about that later, much later, after Jensen's finished fucking her into Genevieve while Jared fucks Gen back against her, after Gen stops moaning obscenely against her mouth and begging to watch Jared fuck Jensen or Daneel or both, after she's made Gen come again, her thumb working Gen's clit as Jared's cock slips between her fingers.
Gen falls apart, trembling, and slips out from between them before urging Jared forward, before taking Daneel's hand and wrapping it around Jared's cock...
White Collar - Peter/Neal/El - "that's not my tie":
Peter's normally the up-and-at'm-early-as-long-as-he-gets-his-coffee type, but some days that just doesn't happen; Neal hadn't believed El when she said it would happen to Peter today, and the fact that she was right makes him wonder what it was they were up to all those other days.
"What is this?" Peter asks, holding up a tie, voice still fuzzy with sleep despite being mostly dressed.
"That one's Neal's hon," El says cheerfully, kissing Peter on the cheek as he blinks and cheerfully brings it to Neal.