Boyz R icky
for jarodrussell:
"You're pretty cute," Harley says. She grabs two fistfuls of Courtney’s hair and holds them up to Courtney’s head like pigtails. “You know who you sort of kind of remind me of?”
Courtney tries to shake her head, but her hair pulls against Harley’s fingers. Her staff is just across the room; she can see it glinting gold from underneath a table. She thinks about how easy it would be to kick Harley away and grab it and escape... except that whatever Harley’s poisoned her with makes moving away seem like the hardest thing in the world.
Harley grins at her. She takes out the pink bottle again and sprays it into the air, and now it’s impossible to focus on anything at all except for how good Harley’s hand feels against Courtney’s scalp, the heat of her thigh against Courtney’s own. Harley runs her thumb against Courtney’s temple, and Courtney closes her eyes and moans.
Harley leans closer. “Me!” she says, her breath rushing over Courtney’s lips, and Courtney can’t do anything except close the last inch and kiss her.
for rosaleendhul:
“You come to worship?” Ashur says, when the pale (familiar) stranger enters her temple and looks at her with gold (snake’s) eyes.
“Never,” the stranger says, smirking. “Always.” The eyes shine with cold amusement, and Ashur inhales sharply as she recognizes them.
“My lady-lord,” Ashur says. “You are always welcome here.” She steps forward, letting her tunic fall.
for m_butterfly:
Cuddy reminded herself that she was the Dean of Medicine at an internationally renowned hospital and, as such, didn't get flustered. When Power Girl stepped out of the hospital room, Cuddy took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "I'm a big boob."
Power Girl looked amused. "Oh? Are you?"
And there was something perverse about a medical degree that thoughts like Oh, fuck. I'm blushing were layered with clinical descriptions of facial capillaries and beta-adrenoceptors. "Fan," Cuddy corrected. "I'm a big fan of your work. I think you're an excellent role model."
"Thanks." Power Girl's eyes rested for a few seconds on Cuddy's half-unbuttoned shirt, but Cuddy felt it would hardly be fair to hold it against her. It was taking all Cuddy's professional training to keep her own eyes on Power Girl's face.
"You know," Power Girl said, "I'm going to be hanging around until you guys figure out what's wrong with Wildcat. We should get coffee or something."
"Or something sounds like a lot of fun," Cuddy agreed. "Or coffee."
Across the hall, House smirked and gave her a thumbs up. Cuddy tried to roll her eyes exasperatedly in his direction, but it was hard when she was grinning.
for bravecows:
Pepper dreams like there is something large inside her mind twisting and pulling and scratching to get out.
She’s standing naked on a hill above a sepia toned battlefield, waiting, while men below die with her name on their tongues. The sword she holds is fitted for her hand, and when she tilts it into the light she can see the shape of someone else behind her - brilliant eyes and red smile and vague, almost human outline. War whispers through dream logic that all this is hers, she just has to
remember
“It's not that easy,” Pepper says, and wakes with the taste of blood on her lip and an ache between her thighs.
for count_fenring:
The flower in a tiny pot on Babs’ desk has huge petals the same colour as her hair and delicate purple tendrils reaching down along the stem. Babs is absently stroking one of the leaves as she reads something on her computer screen, and Dinah has never seen anything like it before. “Where’d you get that?” Dinah asks.
Babs jerks her hand away from the plant. She looks guilty for a moment, caught out, and then her expression flattens into something blank.
“It was a gift,” is all she says, and Dinah doesn’t ask further.
"You're pretty cute," Harley says. She grabs two fistfuls of Courtney’s hair and holds them up to Courtney’s head like pigtails. “You know who you sort of kind of remind me of?”
Courtney tries to shake her head, but her hair pulls against Harley’s fingers. Her staff is just across the room; she can see it glinting gold from underneath a table. She thinks about how easy it would be to kick Harley away and grab it and escape... except that whatever Harley’s poisoned her with makes moving away seem like the hardest thing in the world.
Harley grins at her. She takes out the pink bottle again and sprays it into the air, and now it’s impossible to focus on anything at all except for how good Harley’s hand feels against Courtney’s scalp, the heat of her thigh against Courtney’s own. Harley runs her thumb against Courtney’s temple, and Courtney closes her eyes and moans.
Harley leans closer. “Me!” she says, her breath rushing over Courtney’s lips, and Courtney can’t do anything except close the last inch and kiss her.
for rosaleendhul:
“You come to worship?” Ashur says, when the pale (familiar) stranger enters her temple and looks at her with gold (snake’s) eyes.
“Never,” the stranger says, smirking. “Always.” The eyes shine with cold amusement, and Ashur inhales sharply as she recognizes them.
“My lady-lord,” Ashur says. “You are always welcome here.” She steps forward, letting her tunic fall.
for m_butterfly:
Cuddy reminded herself that she was the Dean of Medicine at an internationally renowned hospital and, as such, didn't get flustered. When Power Girl stepped out of the hospital room, Cuddy took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "I'm a big boob."
Power Girl looked amused. "Oh? Are you?"
And there was something perverse about a medical degree that thoughts like Oh, fuck. I'm blushing were layered with clinical descriptions of facial capillaries and beta-adrenoceptors. "Fan," Cuddy corrected. "I'm a big fan of your work. I think you're an excellent role model."
"Thanks." Power Girl's eyes rested for a few seconds on Cuddy's half-unbuttoned shirt, but Cuddy felt it would hardly be fair to hold it against her. It was taking all Cuddy's professional training to keep her own eyes on Power Girl's face.
"You know," Power Girl said, "I'm going to be hanging around until you guys figure out what's wrong with Wildcat. We should get coffee or something."
"Or something sounds like a lot of fun," Cuddy agreed. "Or coffee."
Across the hall, House smirked and gave her a thumbs up. Cuddy tried to roll her eyes exasperatedly in his direction, but it was hard when she was grinning.
for bravecows:
Pepper dreams like there is something large inside her mind twisting and pulling and scratching to get out.
She’s standing naked on a hill above a sepia toned battlefield, waiting, while men below die with her name on their tongues. The sword she holds is fitted for her hand, and when she tilts it into the light she can see the shape of someone else behind her - brilliant eyes and red smile and vague, almost human outline. War whispers through dream logic that all this is hers, she just has to
remember
“It's not that easy,” Pepper says, and wakes with the taste of blood on her lip and an ache between her thighs.
for count_fenring:
The flower in a tiny pot on Babs’ desk has huge petals the same colour as her hair and delicate purple tendrils reaching down along the stem. Babs is absently stroking one of the leaves as she reads something on her computer screen, and Dinah has never seen anything like it before. “Where’d you get that?” Dinah asks.
Babs jerks her hand away from the plant. She looks guilty for a moment, caught out, and then her expression flattens into something blank.
“It was a gift,” is all she says, and Dinah doesn’t ask further.