Pilfered from trancer and ariestess.
There are 31 aspects. Pick one, add some details, like show, pairing, prompt etc. and I'll write a ficlet in response.
If you've read the journal before you know what fandoms and pairings I'm into, if not a quick look at P&P should clear up any confusion *g*
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Show/pairing
1. Naughty Girl
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Olivia was getting annoyed, I could tell by the way her chest heaved and my eyes lost focus. Her little blonde must have the same Olivia-sense that I do because she's off her chair and hanging onto Olivia's arm before I even have a chance to answer.
"Sit down!"
They both look at me in shock but I don't have time to play nice.
"I said, sit down!"
I push against the blonde's shoulder, her stupid pink face suffused with outrage, as she tumbles back into the chair. A spluttered oath assaults my ears but I ignore it. The few people who turn our way soon turn back, our little squabble hardly compares to the other delights on offer. I haven't even drawn blood. Yet.
"Alex?"
I've never seen Olivia look quite this confused.
I had a long speech prepaid, full of dazzling argument and irrefutable evidence, without giving away any secrets that she could use against me. A coward's speech. The lawyer's tool to get what they want without risk. I look at her, at this place and this woman at her side, and I realise that a coward will never fit into Olivia's life. I will never fit into her life unless I'm willing to take risks.
Her mouth is an inferno; hot, hungry and devouring without thought. My kiss returned before she even knows she's being kissed. It's not at all what I imagined. Realisation descends and suddenly she's pulling away, searching my face for a sign or reason. If I thought she was confused before she's totally lost now.
I can see my name forming on her lips but I don't wait for the pointless question.
"I'm taking you home."
Stubborn pride, thick and unwieldy, colours her cheeks.
"I am taking you home."
I can see the fight in her eyes but I know mine are answering fire with fire. Both of us waging a war that was won months ago.
"'Liv?"
It's at moments like this that I understand all those dumb blonde jokes. Can't she see we're in the middle of something important? Didn't my tongue down Olivia's throat clue her in to the way this evening is going to progress? I suppose I should feel sorry for her; in ten minutes she'll be all alone and I'll be divesting Olivia of her clothing, but I don't.
"We're leaving," I tell the blonde.
"'Liv?"
Olivia's confusion has given way to embarrassment and I can see she is about to try and placate the woman. I don't have time for niceties. I grab Olivia by the wrist and pull her towards the dance floor, the blonde hot on our trail, and a swath of revellers in my way.
An elbow here and a 'move it' there and I'm standing by the entrance, my hand still firmly attached to Olivia's wrist but without a blonde fool hanging on her coattails. As I try to leave it's Olivia who stops me, her stance firm and eyes unreadable.
I can feel my heart tripping over itself in an effort to outrun the rejection that is about to descend.
"My place. Not yours."
I don't have time to answer or smile or breath before she's dragging me out of the club and towards her home. God, I love it when she's butch.
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thanks again!
Tina
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Hope you don't mind but I spotted this... I had a long speech prepaid, full of dazzling argument and irrefutable evidence... think prepaid should be prepared. Sorry!
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