Noooo this isn't a GIP but while you're here anyway, lookit lookit. :D
Because I can't use the Spock Smash icon every time I talk about the guy. It is illogical.
Therefore, at some point over the past week I procrastinated on fic by seeking out new lifeforms and civilizations icons. I also procrastinated by watching the ST movies and observations are thus (in the order that I watched):
( faint spoilers below )
Therefore, at some point over the past week I procrastinated on fic by seeking out new lifeforms and civilizations icons. I also procrastinated by watching the ST movies and observations are thus (in the order that I watched):
( faint spoilers below )
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Is-- is that too simplistic? :x
Anyways, here is something to inspire you:
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(They're also another episode where Spock regresses to the aggro nature of his ancestors and throws McCoy onto a bearskin rug.)
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okaybutno, I got this.
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"Dammit, Spock--"
Her hand on his mouth is almost unbearably warm. She tilts it up, so that the dip of her palm cups the jut of his lips.
"Calm yourself, Doctor."
McCoy stares at her. This close, her eyes are the same color as his ex-wife's, a queer translucent kind of dark; and the left half of her face is all in shadow, except for the tender oblong of skin under her lower lid, pale and even gleaming, over the scooped ridge of her high cheekbone.
"You don't ask much of a fellow, do you," he says into the soft flesh, the solid heat. The sounds stay in his mouth.
She moves in, pushing him backward without much regard for the stutter in his steps until the bed hits the back of his knees and his legs fold of their own accord. The mattress doesn't make a damn sound when he sits. Lands. Whatever. The point is, this Risan lair of hers, it's a planned and waiting thing, and--
"No," she says. "I ask very little, and I ask it of youIt's been a long time since he's had to fall back ( ... )
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I'mma just quote for a while, mmkay?
This close, her eyes are the same color as his ex-wife's, a queer translucent kind of dark;
The point is, this Risan lair of hers, it's a planned and waiting thing, and--
"No," she says. "I ask very little, and I ask it of you."
she pins him down hard with a sharp elbow on his chest and as it turns out she's impossibly heavy, dense as a star inside her sharp taper-tipped frame, like maybe parts of her extend invisibly into other dimensions.
Okay so I LOVED this because it was beautiful and hot and yessssss, that is how I like my McCoy handled. So SHUSH that you did not do much, you did plenty. but the feline pouncing is a good idea too; if, you know, you are looking for more procrastination. ^^
Dude gimme a prompt and I will totally pay you back. Like for realsies, in a suitable time frame, instead of turning it into this big epic thing like I did with your Gaila/Winona prompt. >>
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UM. PROMPT. Okayyyy how about: WINONA THE COWGIRL, either for recruiting purposes or, you know, WILD WEST AU, with optional stableboy!Pike.
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IS EVEN BETTER
ngk. Winona. Winona's voice.
He's almost blinded when she crouches down, both from the sun and the sudden glare of pale knee through a hole in her pants.
This is... really hot. um.
she says with a smile that catches the sun and flings it back like a knife
Okay actually who am I kidding I find pretty much any interaction between Winona and the dusty western sun really hot. Not even in a punny way because it's too hot for that.
The barrel settles into the notch between his collarbones, heavy and hard but blessedly cool.
bzuh.
"Oh, sugar," she drawls, and presses her dirty knuckles against his cheek. "We'd do more than shoot you."
In short: I AM READY TO WAIT EIGHT MONTHS FOR MORE OF THIS IF THAT IS WHAT IT TAKES.
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I was worried that this kind of, you know, sucked, but I guess that only in comparison to your crazy dimension-extending metaphors.
So. Question: How do you feel about incest? Because um, this fic is Going There. :/
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So. Um. Answer with question marks in it: I once tried to write a novel about an incestuous mother/son pair? And I have really, really enjoyed several Winona/Jim stories on the kinkmeme? ...I. yeah. >.> Feel free to push more of my buttons, I mean, it's not like I needed my brain intact anyway.
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no.
No, that is not a button. That is exposed wiring which you are in fact playing like a cello, thankyouverymuch.
a;lkjdsafa.
And re: your insufficiency of WiPs YOU TOTALLY DON'T 8D
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I WAS GOING TO CHANGE THE ICON BECAUSE IT WAS SKETCHY HAVING PIKE SMILE LIKE THAT NEXT TO A PICTURE OF HIS SISTER IN HER SKIVVIES.
Also, you don't even know the WiPs I have. I could be listing them for days.
P.S. DID YOU NOTICE THE FRECKLES.
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Also, psh. Do you know what I could be listing for days? Stories I have written like one sentence of and love hard in my head that will never exist ever. :\
P.S. WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTICE. DOESN'T THAT WORD CARRY CONNOTATIONS OF BEING ABLE TO EVENTUALLY LOOK AWAY OR SOMETHING?
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The other day I had this idea of Sulu and Kirk in a car racing Pike on his horse, and they're like "we're totally gonna win!" even though the road is a little bumpy and winding, but then Pike and Pike's awesome horse jump a fence and arrow across a field and when Sulu and Kirk finally make it to the house, Pike is leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on the railing and his cowboy pulled down over his face.
P.S. :DDDDDDD
There's actually freckles all on her arms, too, but you can't see it at that resolution. You'll have to wait until I get her dressed. She's going to be wearing a super-huge coat with big mountain-stompin' boots and a rifle on her shoulder. I find excessive clothing sexy, ok. It's because I live in a subtropical climate and spent my childhood yearning for the opportunity to wear a sweater.
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