3 Ficlets: Proclivities; Penance; Nirvana | STXI; SPN; TVD | Various pairings & ratings
Title: Proclivities
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 591
Prompt: For PB 14: state dinner, grumpy, flirt, Dammit Jim
Summary: Bones just can't believe the way Jim behaved at dinner.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Proclivities
“What the hell was all that, Jim?”
Pausing as he takes off his boots, perched on the end of the bed in their shared quarters, Jim frowns at Bones, not quite sure what’s got him so bent out of shape all of a sudden. “What was what?”
Bones gives him a dark look as he shrugs his dress tunic. “Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself at dinner, could you?” he accuses. “I figured the Xelian Ambassador was ‘bout ready to drag you back to her private residence.”
“Oh. That,” Jim says, recalling the lively state dinner they just came from. It was one hell of a party, with a hundred different types of liquors and Xelian delicacies to try, that sure eased the tensions of what’d been some harsh peace talks. He didn’t realize he’d been so handsy, though.
“Yeah, that,” Bones shoots back, toeing off his own boots and kicking them across the room toward the sofa. “I’m well aware of your flirtatious proclivities, of course, but, dammit Jim, you gotta stop doin’ this to me.”
Jim gulps, taking off his own dress tunic and tossing it away. Bones must really be pissed, to be dropping into his Georgia twang. Then again, the alcohol might also have something to do with it, but Jim can’t be sure.
“Okay,” he starts slowly, keeping a keen eye on Bones as his CMO starts pacing restlessly, pushing his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t know it was that bad.”
Bones stops mid-pace, leveling another dark look at him. “Damn right, you’re sorry. And you’re gonna make it up to me right proper, you got it?”
Seeing the opportunity for what it is, Jim give him a small smile. “Got it. Now just how do you suggest I start making it up to you? Anything you want, Bones. Name it.” With that, he leans back on his palms in a ‘come hither’ pose.
“You brat,” Bones growls, all too aware of what Jim’s doing. But then he’s flattening Jim to the bed, using his weight and surprising strength to maneuver them both out of their pants, tugging both their under-tunics off over their heads, and Jim can’t help laughing as he reaches for the night table to retrieve supplies, which Bones yanks out of his hand and makes quick work of.
“Shut up,” Bones hisses then, ready and slick as he bends Jim’s legs up and shoves into him in one swift motion.
Jim gasps, letting his eyes fall closed, and holy hell, Bones starts pounding him like a man with nothing left to lose. It’s almost too much, too fast, definitely a punishment, but then Jim finds the rhythm and starts lifting his hips to meet Bones thrust for thrust, reaching up blindly to catch his mouth in a bruising kiss. His body begins to thrum with his pulse, the rush of it loud in his ears, and then everything tenses, electricity holding him hostage, and he’s coming hard, a star field bursting across his vision.
Bones cries out soon after, and he stills, his cry becoming a strangled scream, then for the longest time there’s only the sound of their breathing, ragged and used.
A little more maneuvering, slick sensitive withdrawal, and Jim curls into Bones’s side, sated and exhausted.
“We good now?” he says hopefully.
Bones huffs, his chest rumbling with it, then replies, “It’s a start. Just don’t do that again.”
Another laugh escaping him, Jim grins. “No problem.”
~*~*~*~
Title: Penance
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Castiel/Meg Masters
Rating: R
Word Count: 191
Prompt: For PB 14: together
Summary: This should not keep happening.
Disclaimer: WB and CW own everything.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Penance
This should not keep happening. Castiel has worked hard to atone for his sins, but to renounce this one act, this one … woman … it is beyond his ability. Even after his time spent in Purgatory, he cannot bring himself to end this.
The way Meg comes to him, a demon wearing a human woman’s skin, caring for him, watching over him, showing him new heights as she wraps herself around him, drawing ultimate pleasure from him, is not something Castiel can forsake. Despite the face he sees when he gazes upon her, he knows the genuine love within her tortured soul, recognizes it in the things she does to him, in the ecstasy she brings about.
She cannot hide her true nature, any of it, the light fighting so valiantly to overtake the dark, the penance she performs with every touch, and perhaps this is why Castiel cannot end this.
For it is the penance they share, the desire to restore their collective grace in the eyes of God, that binds them together. In this, they seek forgiveness, with only shared hope and love as their guide.
~*~*~*~
Title: Nirvana
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon Salvatore/Elena Gilbert
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 218
Prompt: For PB 14: blood, drunk
Summary: Elena doesn't think she's ever been so drunk in her life.
Disclaimer: WB and CW own everything.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Nirvana
With her teeth sunk into Damon’s forearm, blood flowing over her tongue and down her throat, Elena doesn’t think she’s ever been so drunk, so high in her life. Even knowing now that she could drink anything or anyone she wants, the fire of Damon’s blood filling her feels like having a direct line to heaven, nirvana, the ultimate plane of pleasure and the purest love and light.
Having him hip-deep thrusting into her probably has something to do with that, though, not that she’s complaining, her head swimming, senses lit up, nerves singing. Drinking him in, she rolls her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, luxuriates in the way he stretches her, the way he hits that place so deep within that makes her want to scream, but then he’s pulling his arm away, replacing it with his mouth, tongue hot as he chases his own blood, and a scream rips itself from her throat as she comes, electricity dancing on every nerve ending. Damon thrusts up into her again, holds her hips tight against his, and he bites her lip, nearly tearing it, and follows her over the edge of orgasm.
Moving together, they ride that pure light for what feels like eternity, and Elena doesn’t ever want to come down. Ever.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 591
Prompt: For PB 14: state dinner, grumpy, flirt, Dammit Jim
Summary: Bones just can't believe the way Jim behaved at dinner.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Proclivities
“What the hell was all that, Jim?”
Pausing as he takes off his boots, perched on the end of the bed in their shared quarters, Jim frowns at Bones, not quite sure what’s got him so bent out of shape all of a sudden. “What was what?”
Bones gives him a dark look as he shrugs his dress tunic. “Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself at dinner, could you?” he accuses. “I figured the Xelian Ambassador was ‘bout ready to drag you back to her private residence.”
“Oh. That,” Jim says, recalling the lively state dinner they just came from. It was one hell of a party, with a hundred different types of liquors and Xelian delicacies to try, that sure eased the tensions of what’d been some harsh peace talks. He didn’t realize he’d been so handsy, though.
“Yeah, that,” Bones shoots back, toeing off his own boots and kicking them across the room toward the sofa. “I’m well aware of your flirtatious proclivities, of course, but, dammit Jim, you gotta stop doin’ this to me.”
Jim gulps, taking off his own dress tunic and tossing it away. Bones must really be pissed, to be dropping into his Georgia twang. Then again, the alcohol might also have something to do with it, but Jim can’t be sure.
“Okay,” he starts slowly, keeping a keen eye on Bones as his CMO starts pacing restlessly, pushing his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t know it was that bad.”
Bones stops mid-pace, leveling another dark look at him. “Damn right, you’re sorry. And you’re gonna make it up to me right proper, you got it?”
Seeing the opportunity for what it is, Jim give him a small smile. “Got it. Now just how do you suggest I start making it up to you? Anything you want, Bones. Name it.” With that, he leans back on his palms in a ‘come hither’ pose.
“You brat,” Bones growls, all too aware of what Jim’s doing. But then he’s flattening Jim to the bed, using his weight and surprising strength to maneuver them both out of their pants, tugging both their under-tunics off over their heads, and Jim can’t help laughing as he reaches for the night table to retrieve supplies, which Bones yanks out of his hand and makes quick work of.
“Shut up,” Bones hisses then, ready and slick as he bends Jim’s legs up and shoves into him in one swift motion.
Jim gasps, letting his eyes fall closed, and holy hell, Bones starts pounding him like a man with nothing left to lose. It’s almost too much, too fast, definitely a punishment, but then Jim finds the rhythm and starts lifting his hips to meet Bones thrust for thrust, reaching up blindly to catch his mouth in a bruising kiss. His body begins to thrum with his pulse, the rush of it loud in his ears, and then everything tenses, electricity holding him hostage, and he’s coming hard, a star field bursting across his vision.
Bones cries out soon after, and he stills, his cry becoming a strangled scream, then for the longest time there’s only the sound of their breathing, ragged and used.
A little more maneuvering, slick sensitive withdrawal, and Jim curls into Bones’s side, sated and exhausted.
“We good now?” he says hopefully.
Bones huffs, his chest rumbling with it, then replies, “It’s a start. Just don’t do that again.”
Another laugh escaping him, Jim grins. “No problem.”
~*~*~*~
Title: Penance
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Castiel/Meg Masters
Rating: R
Word Count: 191
Prompt: For PB 14: together
Summary: This should not keep happening.
Disclaimer: WB and CW own everything.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Penance
This should not keep happening. Castiel has worked hard to atone for his sins, but to renounce this one act, this one … woman … it is beyond his ability. Even after his time spent in Purgatory, he cannot bring himself to end this.
The way Meg comes to him, a demon wearing a human woman’s skin, caring for him, watching over him, showing him new heights as she wraps herself around him, drawing ultimate pleasure from him, is not something Castiel can forsake. Despite the face he sees when he gazes upon her, he knows the genuine love within her tortured soul, recognizes it in the things she does to him, in the ecstasy she brings about.
She cannot hide her true nature, any of it, the light fighting so valiantly to overtake the dark, the penance she performs with every touch, and perhaps this is why Castiel cannot end this.
For it is the penance they share, the desire to restore their collective grace in the eyes of God, that binds them together. In this, they seek forgiveness, with only shared hope and love as their guide.
~*~*~*~
Title: Nirvana
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon Salvatore/Elena Gilbert
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 218
Prompt: For PB 14: blood, drunk
Summary: Elena doesn't think she's ever been so drunk in her life.
Disclaimer: WB and CW own everything.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Nirvana
With her teeth sunk into Damon’s forearm, blood flowing over her tongue and down her throat, Elena doesn’t think she’s ever been so drunk, so high in her life. Even knowing now that she could drink anything or anyone she wants, the fire of Damon’s blood filling her feels like having a direct line to heaven, nirvana, the ultimate plane of pleasure and the purest love and light.
Having him hip-deep thrusting into her probably has something to do with that, though, not that she’s complaining, her head swimming, senses lit up, nerves singing. Drinking him in, she rolls her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, luxuriates in the way he stretches her, the way he hits that place so deep within that makes her want to scream, but then he’s pulling his arm away, replacing it with his mouth, tongue hot as he chases his own blood, and a scream rips itself from her throat as she comes, electricity dancing on every nerve ending. Damon thrusts up into her again, holds her hips tight against his, and he bites her lip, nearly tearing it, and follows her over the edge of orgasm.
Moving together, they ride that pure light for what feels like eternity, and Elena doesn’t ever want to come down. Ever.
~*~*~*~