Drabbles, bitches!
I'm totally taking this idea from the lovely and talented velocityofsound because she's amazing and I need a place to post my drabbles, so for all of you who read my lj, look out here for some more of my writing. Still using it as a standard LJ but will be updating A LOT with drabbles... because, drabbles are freaking awesome.
ALSO! Would like to take requests for drabbles and the like, but alas, only ones that pertain to my shippings which are as follows.
X-Files: Mulder/Scully
West Wing: Josh/Donna, CJ/Toby, Leo/Jordan, Charlie/Zoey, Sam/Ainsley
CSI: Grissom/Sara, Warrick/Catherine
House: House/Cameron
Oh and, feel free to friend me, even if you're from the comms, I'll friend ya back. Woot!
So here be the first of some drabbles. Peace OUT biotches.
Indecent, she felt the scream rise up in her throat. It was pure rage; rage and lust all mingling together in the pit of her stomach, one trying to overcome the other.
Lust was winning out, beginning to seep from her pores in sweat and tears as she moved against him, wanting nothing more than to punish his body with hers. But the pain would not present, it was twisted into a perverse pleasure. A strangled cry was her only reward and she took it with eager ears, lips chasing the after shocks on his mouth.
If blood had been drawn she wasn't sure she would have cared, would have simply kept right on fucking him. He wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, that she knew.
Angry, so, so damn angry even as his hands slid salaciously down her back and rested in the dip there, stroking over the tattoo he had never seen. All fire, she was aflame, twisting her fingers deep into the hair at his temples, forcing him to look at her.
"I hate you," she spat, so far gone from the emotions she was attempting to harbor.
His eyes flashed daggers right back at her. "I hate you," he said in retalliation and came white and hot within her. It didn't feel like hate...
And it didn't feel like lust. It was something deeper, something darker, something more like love that rested in their eyes and yet they refused to speak words of it.
She told him again that she hated him, hated him so, but he still held her as she regained her composure, revelling in the fall she had just taken. Fandom: West Wing, CJ/Toby
Four hands, all working together, created a symphony of slips and slides.
Her skin was as warm and welcoming as he was sure any woman's had been. It was silken and for some reason, he saw himself falling into it, into her... falling into her and actually allowing himself to love her.
But that was for later, that was for after the crescendo.
Chestnut hair slipped over her shoulder and tickled his chest. All he wanted to do was laugh, laugh and kiss her but he wasn't about to let all of his inhibitions go. No, that would take time and care. So, House settled for licking his lips and smiling, but just a bit.
Jumping into the deep end of the pool wasn't too smart if you couldn't swim.
She kissed him in such strange places, his shoulder, his forehead, the swell of his hips. He'd never felt so deliciously alive as when Cameron raked her teeth gently over his collarbone and suckled his ear.
Fingers, long, weathered, rough fingers dug into her smooth hips as she moved over him, fumbling around the ecstacy for a moment before she found her footing. It was sweet and sweaty and more than a little painful but all so wonderful, wrapped together tightly, that when they became undone words spilled from his lips that he didn't think he could utter.
Apparently, she wasn't one for lounging in the glow afterwards. She got up from the bed and got a large tub of ice cream and two spoons, returning to the bed with her sweet tooth in tow. And so they sat and ate ice cream at three o'clock in the morning, both ignoring the fact that he'd accidentally spoken words of love. Fandom: House, House/Cameron
ALSO! Would like to take requests for drabbles and the like, but alas, only ones that pertain to my shippings which are as follows.
X-Files: Mulder/Scully
West Wing: Josh/Donna, CJ/Toby, Leo/Jordan, Charlie/Zoey, Sam/Ainsley
CSI: Grissom/Sara, Warrick/Catherine
House: House/Cameron
Oh and, feel free to friend me, even if you're from the comms, I'll friend ya back. Woot!
So here be the first of some drabbles. Peace OUT biotches.
Indecent, she felt the scream rise up in her throat. It was pure rage; rage and lust all mingling together in the pit of her stomach, one trying to overcome the other.
Lust was winning out, beginning to seep from her pores in sweat and tears as she moved against him, wanting nothing more than to punish his body with hers. But the pain would not present, it was twisted into a perverse pleasure. A strangled cry was her only reward and she took it with eager ears, lips chasing the after shocks on his mouth.
If blood had been drawn she wasn't sure she would have cared, would have simply kept right on fucking him. He wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, that she knew.
Angry, so, so damn angry even as his hands slid salaciously down her back and rested in the dip there, stroking over the tattoo he had never seen. All fire, she was aflame, twisting her fingers deep into the hair at his temples, forcing him to look at her.
"I hate you," she spat, so far gone from the emotions she was attempting to harbor.
His eyes flashed daggers right back at her. "I hate you," he said in retalliation and came white and hot within her. It didn't feel like hate...
And it didn't feel like lust. It was something deeper, something darker, something more like love that rested in their eyes and yet they refused to speak words of it.
She told him again that she hated him, hated him so, but he still held her as she regained her composure, revelling in the fall she had just taken. Fandom: West Wing, CJ/Toby
Four hands, all working together, created a symphony of slips and slides.
Her skin was as warm and welcoming as he was sure any woman's had been. It was silken and for some reason, he saw himself falling into it, into her... falling into her and actually allowing himself to love her.
But that was for later, that was for after the crescendo.
Chestnut hair slipped over her shoulder and tickled his chest. All he wanted to do was laugh, laugh and kiss her but he wasn't about to let all of his inhibitions go. No, that would take time and care. So, House settled for licking his lips and smiling, but just a bit.
Jumping into the deep end of the pool wasn't too smart if you couldn't swim.
She kissed him in such strange places, his shoulder, his forehead, the swell of his hips. He'd never felt so deliciously alive as when Cameron raked her teeth gently over his collarbone and suckled his ear.
Fingers, long, weathered, rough fingers dug into her smooth hips as she moved over him, fumbling around the ecstacy for a moment before she found her footing. It was sweet and sweaty and more than a little painful but all so wonderful, wrapped together tightly, that when they became undone words spilled from his lips that he didn't think he could utter.
Apparently, she wasn't one for lounging in the glow afterwards. She got up from the bed and got a large tub of ice cream and two spoons, returning to the bed with her sweet tooth in tow. And so they sat and ate ice cream at three o'clock in the morning, both ignoring the fact that he'd accidentally spoken words of love. Fandom: House, House/Cameron