Back to Paris.
Inception. Ariadne unrequited with Cobb. Ariadne/Eames. R? NC-17? I never know any more. 3400 words.
Warnings: Pining, moping, and then awful horrible sex. You’re welcome.
Notes: Thanks to the Pornoteers. XOXO, ILU all.

( The stretcher is what Ariadne remembers most clearly. She sees it in her dreams, now, of course, since she knows how to control her dreams her unconscious mind drags these memories unbidden to the surface from whatever depths in which they lurk. It was white canvas stretched between hollow aluminum poles, and it had straps but they didn’t need them for his unmoving form. His eyes were open. )

The Counterfeiter.
Inception. Dominick Cobb/Eames-as-Mal. Probably NC-17. 3000 words.
Warnings: Pretty graphic heterosexual sex. Dudes beating up other dudes, because that is my catnip. Angst out the wazoo.
Notes: Endless thanks to featherfish for hand-holding and extensive crit and making me rewrite crappy scenes until they weren't crappy any longer.

( It is this waiting, it is the worrying and the planning and the WAITING and every time he blinks he sees Mal, it is getting worse worse worse. He has performed inception upon himself, unwittingly and unwillingly, and she has taken root in his mind, the most painful parasite, the most beautiful weed. Her hair curls in front of her bright eyes. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” )

Just Like
Holmes/Watson by way of Holmes/Irene. 09-verse. NC-17. 1500 words.
For this prompt at sherlockkink. This is not even pretending to be anything but porn. Crossdressing and buttsex. Don't say I didn't warn you.

( She even wore a moustache, god help Holmes. )