*whistles*
Okay, so you've probably seen that alyse is doing a Weir/Zelenka Thing-a-thon, yes?
Anyway, there was discussion somewhere about appropriate words to use for prompts, and alyse just had to tempt me with "owned cleaned ass". So, a little dribble (it's 109 words) that I'm perversely proud of, considering how silly I set out to be. I'm using it for prompt five on the fic table, Outsides. *g*
Elizabeth barely controlled the shiver as cool air blew over the newly-cleaned patch of skin. She had to be crazy to be doing this, but in the grand scheme of things, bowing to the Kelkori's wishes was a small thing. Especially when it brought them a ZPM.
She clenched her fingers on the frame of the bed at the first spike of pain. The endorphins should kick in soon enough, but until then, "Property of R. Zelenka" seemed like a very long phrase to get tattooed across her ass.
She giggled as the first flush of pain-high hit her. The Kelkori really had no clue about who owned whom.
Anyway, there was discussion somewhere about appropriate words to use for prompts, and alyse just had to tempt me with "owned cleaned ass". So, a little dribble (it's 109 words) that I'm perversely proud of, considering how silly I set out to be. I'm using it for prompt five on the fic table, Outsides. *g*
Elizabeth barely controlled the shiver as cool air blew over the newly-cleaned patch of skin. She had to be crazy to be doing this, but in the grand scheme of things, bowing to the Kelkori's wishes was a small thing. Especially when it brought them a ZPM.
She clenched her fingers on the frame of the bed at the first spike of pain. The endorphins should kick in soon enough, but until then, "Property of R. Zelenka" seemed like a very long phrase to get tattooed across her ass.
She giggled as the first flush of pain-high hit her. The Kelkori really had no clue about who owned whom.