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Porn Battle ended like five minutes ago, so I've got these two fics, and two more and then I'm all out. Meanwhile I have a ton of prompts I wanted to use but didn't. Boo.
Title: The Walls That Lie Between Us
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Sawyer/Claire
Word Count: 217
Rating: R
Prompt: Jack/Sawyer/Claire, changed for Porn Battle VI
Summary: They may be reunited once again but things aren't the same, not at all.
They may be reunited once again but things aren’t the same, not at all.
She’s more distant now, where she was once cheerful. Sawyer’s more serious, where he was once hell-bent on mockery and sarcasm.
Jack doesn’t know what he is.
Somehow they don’t quite fit as well as they used to.
The three years they were apart - Jack back home, Sawyer and Claire left on that island - brought Sawyer and Claire closer, pushed Jack away. Now he feels like a foreigner, where once he was their common bond.
She still spreads her legs for him, lets him slip inside of her, and he can still feel Sawyer’s hands on him, everywhere, stubble scratching his now clean-shaven face.
Claire doesn’t kiss him.
She does everything but kiss him, but it’s still noticeable. Never on the lips. She bites back moans or else lets Sawyer swallow them for her as she comes, but never him.
He can’t say he feels left out (Sawyer’s hand around his cock, the other gripping his thigh; Claire’s teeth chewing patterns on her bottom lip, her fingers slipping down to touch herself, aroused, before she leans over to kiss his neck, nibble at his earlobe, in that innocent way) but what he can say is their dynamic has definitely changed.
Something’s missing now.
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Title: Sentimental Value
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Meredith/Izzie
Word Count: 526
Rating: R
Prompt: Meredith/Izzie, stealing for Porn Battle VI
Summary: "I feel like I'm stealing this stuff." Because, really, when Meredith said she was moving out, they expected her to take all her stuff, furniture included. Now she's packed up, and though the house feels slightly emptier, it still looks the same downstairs.
“I feel like I’m stealing this stuff.”
Because, really, when Meredith said she was moving out, they expected her to take the furniture too. Now she’s packed up, all her clothes, toiletries, little knick-knacks and stuff, and though the house feels slightly emptier, it still looks the same downstairs.
It’s strange and weeks later it’ll be both comforting and confusing.
“You’re not. Most of this stuff I’ve had for a long time; a lot of it is my mother’s. And I’m moving on. That’s the point here.”
“Right.” Izzie keeps her eyes on her bare feet against the cold wooden floor. “You’re sure though.”
“About the furniture.” Izzie half-nods. Not really, but that works too. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Not even the couch.”
“What’s wrong with the couch?”
“Nothing a little re-upholstery can’t fix.”
Meredith raises an eyebrow, then, resignedly, flops down on the aforementioned piece of furniture. “I like this couch. This couch holds a lot of memories.”
Which, okay, sentimentally, Izzie can see the value. Everything has sentimental value here; everything is full of memories. Most of them feel like they happened years ago. Izzie presses her lips together as she drops down next to Meredith. This is, truly, the last time they will sit here as roommates, and somehow that tugs at her heart. “You’ll come back here sometimes right?”
She can’t tell if that’s confusion or sadness in Meredith’s expression. “Of course. Geez, Izzie, it’s not like we won’t see each other again. We have to work in - “ she glances at the clock, “six hours.”
“Still. You know what I mean.” Izzie replies. She knows how silly this has to sound and yet she doesn’t bother to hold it in. So Meredith’s hand reaches for hers from across the couch, and she scoots a little closer, and she feels like she’s on the floor of the bathroom again, because Meredith holds on like she’s never letting go and Izzie doesn’t want her to.
She doesn’t know who makes the first move. It must have been mutual, because their lips touch and then their free hands are in each other’s hair while their fingers remain locked, on the couch, as much for balance as comfort, because Meredith is practically straddling her, one foot planted on the floor, the other slung over her.
Meredith’s button down shirt ends up hanging around her shoulders, lacy bra underneath in full view, and they’re just kissing and holding and touching. Kind of like discovery, but Izzie knows all the things she’s finding out - just now she’s looking at it differently.
Everything is going to be different.
Izzie catches Meredith’s bottom lip with her teeth, feeling Meredith squeeze her hand tighter in response, grinding into her ever so slowly.
Someone knocks at the door.
They pull back, Meredith’s hands making quick work of re-buttoning her shirt, and Derek’s standing there, two seconds from having caught them in a very compromising position. “Ready to go?”
There’s one last lingering look before Meredith nods her assent, a little too flushed and breathy to say anything.
No matter; they pick up where they left off in the on-call room hours later.