14 Valentines Day 14: International
*waves* Sorry for the late posting today - I was being a busy little beaver. ;-) Anyway, it has been an AWESOME two weeks and so many thanks to bunnymcfoo, idyll and vylit for organizing this all. For 14valentines day 14: International. And your woman for today is the lovely Victoria Asher, better known as VickyT from Cobra Starship!
Casting Couch by misspamela (Patrick/VickyT, PG-13)
"Hey, hey!" Pete held up his hands in a completely bullshit imitation of innocence. "I'm not saying you have a 'casting couch' or anything--"
"Except you are." Patrick slapped Pete's hands just as they were finishing the air quotes.
Simple When It Is Sweet by gonnafeelgood (Travis/VickyT, AU, PG-13)
Experience has shown Victoria that attentiveness is an important quality in bed.
But she doesn't go home with him. Instead, they spend all night laughing and talking at Yaffa with Brendon, Jon, Ryan, Pete, Patrick, and Jon's co-worker Spencer. They trade looks and phone numbers and a quick kiss outside in the alley before Vicky walks with Ryan, Jon, and Brendon to catch the L back to their apartment.
It's not an orgasm, but it might actually be a little better.
Chances Are by redbrickrose (Gabe/VickyT, PG-13)
She inhaled absently, blowing the smoke over her shoulder and said, “I'm replacing Elisa on the keytar. Only. Do we understand each other?” She tightened her grip on his arm, betraying the calculated disinterest in her voice.
He blinked at her and swallowed back defenses that would have just been lies anyway, grinned and said, “Welcome to the band.” He promised himself he'd never so much as kiss her.
She said, “excellent” and squeezed his arm again, this time in excitement, dropping all her studied nonchalance in one motion. She smiled up at him, bright and open and he admitted to himself that not kissing her might be difficult.
We Use Our Wings to Swim by formerlydf (Cobra-smush, PG)
Elisa grits her teeth under a bright smile. "It was nice to meet you, Victoria," she says, turning around and leaving the room again.
The back lounge is silent for a moment before Gabe says wearily, "We promise not to be bitchy to you if you're not bitchy to us."
"Deal," Vicky T says immediately. "Whose turn is it?"
it's like this by stephanometra (Cobra GSF, R)
(Much later, when they're all lying in a tangle of sweaty legs and mussed hair and bitten-red mouths, she'll wonder out loud about it, and Alex will just smile against her shoulder and say, "It wasn't time." She'll roll her eyes and pinch his thigh, tell him she wasn't asking him, and Gabe will say that she wasn't really asking at all-that she already knew the answer.
Her boys, Jesus. Only Gabe could be fucking profound about something as simply convoluted as the five of them less than ninety seconds after coming his brains out.)
Unwanted Afflictions by somewhatdeluded (Spencer Smith/William Beckett/Victoria Asher, genderfuck, NC-17)
"Oh, huh." He frowns. "It's a pity you don't go for boys, because I've been telling Mike to fuck himself for years."
"Fuck you." She lowers the eyebrow, anyway; takes another drag off her cigarette. "I'm way better looking than Mike."
Spencer squints. "Hmm," he says.
"I am," she insists.
Casting Couch by misspamela (Patrick/VickyT, PG-13)
"Hey, hey!" Pete held up his hands in a completely bullshit imitation of innocence. "I'm not saying you have a 'casting couch' or anything--"
"Except you are." Patrick slapped Pete's hands just as they were finishing the air quotes.
Simple When It Is Sweet by gonnafeelgood (Travis/VickyT, AU, PG-13)
Experience has shown Victoria that attentiveness is an important quality in bed.
But she doesn't go home with him. Instead, they spend all night laughing and talking at Yaffa with Brendon, Jon, Ryan, Pete, Patrick, and Jon's co-worker Spencer. They trade looks and phone numbers and a quick kiss outside in the alley before Vicky walks with Ryan, Jon, and Brendon to catch the L back to their apartment.
It's not an orgasm, but it might actually be a little better.
Chances Are by redbrickrose (Gabe/VickyT, PG-13)
She inhaled absently, blowing the smoke over her shoulder and said, “I'm replacing Elisa on the keytar. Only. Do we understand each other?” She tightened her grip on his arm, betraying the calculated disinterest in her voice.
He blinked at her and swallowed back defenses that would have just been lies anyway, grinned and said, “Welcome to the band.” He promised himself he'd never so much as kiss her.
She said, “excellent” and squeezed his arm again, this time in excitement, dropping all her studied nonchalance in one motion. She smiled up at him, bright and open and he admitted to himself that not kissing her might be difficult.
We Use Our Wings to Swim by formerlydf (Cobra-smush, PG)
Elisa grits her teeth under a bright smile. "It was nice to meet you, Victoria," she says, turning around and leaving the room again.
The back lounge is silent for a moment before Gabe says wearily, "We promise not to be bitchy to you if you're not bitchy to us."
"Deal," Vicky T says immediately. "Whose turn is it?"
it's like this by stephanometra (Cobra GSF, R)
(Much later, when they're all lying in a tangle of sweaty legs and mussed hair and bitten-red mouths, she'll wonder out loud about it, and Alex will just smile against her shoulder and say, "It wasn't time." She'll roll her eyes and pinch his thigh, tell him she wasn't asking him, and Gabe will say that she wasn't really asking at all-that she already knew the answer.
Her boys, Jesus. Only Gabe could be fucking profound about something as simply convoluted as the five of them less than ninety seconds after coming his brains out.)
Unwanted Afflictions by somewhatdeluded (Spencer Smith/William Beckett/Victoria Asher, genderfuck, NC-17)
"Oh, huh." He frowns. "It's a pity you don't go for boys, because I've been telling Mike to fuck himself for years."
"Fuck you." She lowers the eyebrow, anyway; takes another drag off her cigarette. "I'm way better looking than Mike."
Spencer squints. "Hmm," he says.
"I am," she insists.