Kiss Table Fills
Title: Solace
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: V
Summary: Kiss Table Prompt: Solace
Type / Pairings: Jack/Erica
Main characters: Erica Evans, Jack Landry
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
The early morning light streaming in through the windows lent to Erica’s skin a warm glow. After days of stress, running on caffeine and anger, she’d cried herself to sleep in his arms.
Jack wished there was something more he could say or do that would ease her pain over Tyler’s death, but some things are beyond comfort. So he just tried to be there for her, to hold her as she cried and see that the little, day-to-day things, like meals, were taken care of.
It seemed even the rare peace she found in exhausted slumber was not exempt from her demons. A small crease had formed between her eyes and she was shifting, muttering unintelligibly to herself.
“Shhhh,” Jack murmured, stroking her hair and gathering her close. He usually woke up with her pressed into his side, seeking warmth and he hoped it would help her slip back into a dreamless sleep.
Unthinking, he allowed his lips to fall against the smooth skin of her brow, a chaste contact designed to soothe, to let her know she wasn’t alone.
She stilled and he felt the soft flutter of her breath against his neck before she borrowed into the crook of his shoulder.
They had to be up soon enough, but he thought they could linger for a moment longer, before reality crashed back down upon them.
Title: Happiness
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: V
Summary: Kiss Table Prompt: Happiness
Type / Pairings: Joshua/Lisa
Main characters: Lisa, Joshua
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
The fight had been a long one, but eventually humanity and their allies within the V race prevailed.
Lisa took command of the fleet, ordering the majority of ships to withdraw and tasking those that remained to aid in repairing the damage they had inflicted upon Earth. The planet’s leaders were understandably nervous of her motives, but she had the tentative support from Lars Tremont, leader of Project Aires, so that was something.
After yet another meeting at the UN, Lisa exited the conference room, still speaking softly with the ambassador from the UK. Then she heard a voice call her name.
“Joshua!” she replied, whirling to see the doctor approaching her. He’d been on Earth assisting the 5th Column for months and she had missed him dearly. He was approaching from down a long corridor, separating himself from Erica and Jack, who had clearly brought him here.
For once ignoring the ever present crowds, the photographers and politicians, Lisa threw caution to the wind and flung her arms around him, laughing as he lifted her off of her feet.
“It’s good to see you,” he breathed into her hair as she smiled against his shoulder.
Looking up, she saw a familiar sparkle in his brown eyes and something in her just…snapped.
When she pressed her lips to his, she was unaware of the camera flashes around them, of the surprise on the ambassador’s face, of Erica and Jack’s smiles. She didn’t know the pictures that soon flooded the internet would go a long way toward ingratiating them into the hearts of humans.
For one brief moment, the worries faded and all she knew was happiness.
Title: Not exactly Sleeping Beauty
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: V
Summary: Kiss Table Prompt: Desperation & Sleeping Beauty
Type / Pairings: Jack/Erica
Main characters: Jack Landry, Erica Evans
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
No one was moving, just standing there, open mouthed, gaping up at the mother ship.
Held in Anna’s thrall.
Clutching Jack around the shoulders, Erica shook him and called his name. He failed to respond and her sense of hopelessness grew. Jack was her most steadfast ally, her friend, her partner and…well, they both knew there was something more between them, something they both tried to ignore given his former avocation.
It wasn’t exactly advisable to have feelings for a priest, especially when you were sure the feelings were mutual.
Feelings.
Ryan’s love for Val had allowed him to turn his back on Anna’s bliss and other members embraced their emotions as they rebel.
Perhaps…oh, what the hell, what did she have to lose.
“Jack, don’t leave. I need you,” she said as she stepped around to stand in front of him. Pressed flush to his torso, Erica raised her hands and grasped the sides of his face, pulling him down and delivering a hard kiss. It was no gentle, waking Sleeping Beauty type kiss, instead it was filled with fear and desperation and no small amount of longing.
For several beats, Jack’s mouth remained slack against her own, but little by little, she felt his lips twitch and she nearly cried out with relief when he beagn returning the attention in earnest, his own hands finding purchase on her hips.
When she finally pulled back, he blinked at her, a small, confused smile on his face. “Hi,” he said softly. “What…just happened?”
There was no easy way to explain the current state of things, but she knew they’d figure it out.
Together.
Title: Sweet Spot
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Sanctuary
Summary: Kiss Table Prompt: Between the Shoulder Blades
Type / Pairings: Ashley/Henry
Main characters: Ashley Magnus, Henry Foss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
The sunlight filtering in through the windows woke Ashley far earlier than she would’ve liked. She always forgot to close the drapes and she slept in Henry’s room.
Somehow, the intrusive glare of light never bothered Henry, as he was still sleeping deeply, sprawled on his stomach and exhaling snuffling little breaths. He pushed the blankets down to pool at his waist, just revealing the curve of his perky rear end.
Smiling, Ashley reflected on falling into bed with him the night before, both of them far too tired to do more than strip off their clothes before crawling under the covers.
It was kind of nice, to be in a stable relationship where it felt good to just sleep together sometimes.
But now that she’d had a bit of rest and the damn sun had woken her…well, she wasn’t just going to nod off again.
Gracefully, she leaned over Henry, noting how the smooth, strong muscles of his back twitched as her hair brushed his skin. The two stars inked on his upper back called out to her and she just had to press her lips to the unblemished skin between.
“Mmm, g’mornin,” Henry murmured, turning his head to offer her a sleepy smile.
“Oh good, you’re up,” she grinned, then proceeded to let her fingers walk a path down his spine. He gave a happy little shudder as her nails scraped over the hidden curve of his bum.
Reaching out to pull her close, Henry returned her smile. “I am indeed,” he growled before kissing her.
It was a very good morning.
Title: Kiss it Better
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Mentalist
Summary: Kiss Table Prompt: Foot
Type / Pairings: Jane/Lisbon
Main characters: Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: If it’s aired in the US, then it’s fair game!
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes:
Her ankle ached despite keeping it propped up and iced for the majority of the day. Jane and Hightower closed the case in gold country without either of them killing each other, so that was something, she supposed.
Standing, she attempted to put some weight on the offending limb and winced.
“Lisbon, what are you doing?”
Jane, holding a cup of tea and a fresh ice pack, had materialized in the door of her office. Due to the late hour, the bullpen was empty and she had thought he’d wandered off to his attic…or wherever it was that he went when he left the building.
“Walking, what does it look like?” she snapped, irritable due to pain and annoyance. His antics had been the cause of her injury in the first place, so she wasn’t feeling particularly warm and fuzzy towards him.
He stepped into the office, placing his cup and the ice on her desk before taking her arm and helping her to the couch. It hadn’t been her intended destination, but she allowed him to situate her on the soft leather, lifting her legs onto the cushions as he handed her the cup.
“Chamomile,” he told her, then surprised her by raising her feet enough to seat himself on the couch, settling her feet onto a pillow placed on his lap.
“Jane,” she began in an exasperated tone, but curiosity quieted her as he rolled her pant leg halfway up her calf.
“Hush now,” he said, gently unwrapping the stretchy Ace bandage from around her still slightly swollen ankle. To her surprise, he actually said, “I’m sorry, Lisbon.”
Apologies weren’t really Jane’s style, so she chose not to push the topic, simply saying, “It’ll heal.”
He nodded, then took her bare foot in his hands, long, deft fingers pressing into the ball of the foot as his thumbs worked the top. The tense muscles relaxed under the attention and he moved up, avoiding the inflamed ankle to work on the knots in her calf.
She had no idea what brought this on, but she wasn’t going to complain. Closing her eyes, she leaned back into the cushions and sipped her tea.
If asked, she couldn’t have said how long she sat there, enjoying Jane’s surprising ministrations, but she finished the tea and had even begun to doze. She smiled softly, but otherwise didn’t react, as he tucked a blanket around her (where he’d conjured it from, she had no clue). Then he did something that did cause her to take a breath.
Gentle fingers caressed her foot again, ghosting over her ankle, careful not to exert undue pressure. Then, before she could react, she felt the soft whisper of warm lips on the top of her foot.
“All better,” he said in an undertone, then settled her foot back onto the pillow, covering it with the blanket and his warm hands. Through cracked eyelids, she saw him close his eyes and allow his head to drop back onto the couch behind him.
Strangely enough, her ankle did feel better.
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