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Mk! So! People requested drabbles, and here they are :)
For Erica
Prompt: Grey’s Anatomy, Derek/Callie, uvula
Addison was all shiny red hair and sleek sophistication, sharp angles accentuated by expensive perfume, sex and power walking everywhere in spiked Prada heels she didn’t need to tower over the men around her. Her lips were red, which made her smile red, and her hair was red, and she was so much red it was almost impossible to handle, but she was beautiful, and it was okay, because she was a real woman.
Meredith had simple mousey hair, hair that wanted to be styled but instead always hung limply or fell out of careless, tired ponytails. She was flowers and the springs where it always rained but sometimes there was sunlight, and the sunlight overpowered everything else with its bright smileyness, and in those moments, she was real and she was pretty, and she was a girl.
But Callie, Callie was different. Callie was the girl Derek was ashamed to dream about, all luscious curves and long dark hair and Latina voluptuousness. She was the girl who defined the word sex, who made sex dirty and so, so hot. Who would peer at Derek, he imagined, with half-lidded eyes and a kinky smirk, daring him to take his tongue out of her mouth and put what she wanted there instead already, daring him to push so far he might hit her uvula as she sucked. Callie was the girl who caused Derek to close his eyes in his cold morning shower and cringe at the fact that sometimes, just sometimes, it was bad to be a doctor, because doctors read too many textbooks, and there were words, like uvula, that had absolutely no place in his raunchy, early morning dreams about an innocent intern’s girlfriend.
For Karen
Prompt: Firefly, Mal, Vera
If this was to be as covert a mission as he wanted, he had to make sure it would be the covertest of any mission he had ever set out to accomplish. And Captain Malcolm Reynolds, having accomplished many missions in his day, was incredibly confident in his ability to be a covert man. The first step was to obtain some kind of liquor, and a willing female of some kind. With some good alcohol in his belly, and anything with breasts on his lap, well, there was no gorram thing in the whole ‘verse could tear Jayne Cobb away.
Which was why, at precisely 1:07 a.m., Mal was sitting in the cockpit, with an incredibly smug smirk on his face and a large gun in his lap, and why Wash was sitting opposite him with his head in his hands, being thoroughly laughed at by his wife.
“Don’t you never tell me there’s a mission out there can’t be accomplished by me, Wash. Ain’t that right, Zoe?”
“I do believe you won that bet, sir.”
For Ry
Prompt: House, House/Wilson, “I’m a scientist [doctor], I don’t have time to think.”
To: j.wilson@ppth.net
Re: hot blonde two rows down
I love the smell of low cut v-necks in the morning.
To: g.house@ppth.net
Re: your constant inappropriate comments
We are attending a serious conference. Keep your eyes on the powerpoint.
To: j.wilson@ppth.net
Re: your terrible attempt at paying attention
Not even topless Cuddy could keep my eyes off of Doctor Barbie. I should ask her for a consult. Immediately.
To: g.house@ppth.net
Re: your need for mental help
Nobody wants to see you in exam room 1.
p.s. do you ever think before you talk?
To: j.wilson@ppth.net
Re: your very obvious avoidance tactics
I’m a doctor, I don’t have time to think. Is that a new tie?
To: g.house@ppth.net
Re: your attempt at a witty retort and obvious subject change
No comment.
Hope you all enjoy!
For Erica
Prompt: Grey’s Anatomy, Derek/Callie, uvula
Addison was all shiny red hair and sleek sophistication, sharp angles accentuated by expensive perfume, sex and power walking everywhere in spiked Prada heels she didn’t need to tower over the men around her. Her lips were red, which made her smile red, and her hair was red, and she was so much red it was almost impossible to handle, but she was beautiful, and it was okay, because she was a real woman.
Meredith had simple mousey hair, hair that wanted to be styled but instead always hung limply or fell out of careless, tired ponytails. She was flowers and the springs where it always rained but sometimes there was sunlight, and the sunlight overpowered everything else with its bright smileyness, and in those moments, she was real and she was pretty, and she was a girl.
But Callie, Callie was different. Callie was the girl Derek was ashamed to dream about, all luscious curves and long dark hair and Latina voluptuousness. She was the girl who defined the word sex, who made sex dirty and so, so hot. Who would peer at Derek, he imagined, with half-lidded eyes and a kinky smirk, daring him to take his tongue out of her mouth and put what she wanted there instead already, daring him to push so far he might hit her uvula as she sucked. Callie was the girl who caused Derek to close his eyes in his cold morning shower and cringe at the fact that sometimes, just sometimes, it was bad to be a doctor, because doctors read too many textbooks, and there were words, like uvula, that had absolutely no place in his raunchy, early morning dreams about an innocent intern’s girlfriend.
For Karen
Prompt: Firefly, Mal, Vera
If this was to be as covert a mission as he wanted, he had to make sure it would be the covertest of any mission he had ever set out to accomplish. And Captain Malcolm Reynolds, having accomplished many missions in his day, was incredibly confident in his ability to be a covert man. The first step was to obtain some kind of liquor, and a willing female of some kind. With some good alcohol in his belly, and anything with breasts on his lap, well, there was no gorram thing in the whole ‘verse could tear Jayne Cobb away.
Which was why, at precisely 1:07 a.m., Mal was sitting in the cockpit, with an incredibly smug smirk on his face and a large gun in his lap, and why Wash was sitting opposite him with his head in his hands, being thoroughly laughed at by his wife.
“Don’t you never tell me there’s a mission out there can’t be accomplished by me, Wash. Ain’t that right, Zoe?”
“I do believe you won that bet, sir.”
For Ry
Prompt: House, House/Wilson, “I’m a scientist [doctor], I don’t have time to think.”
To: j.wilson@ppth.net
Re: hot blonde two rows down
I love the smell of low cut v-necks in the morning.
To: g.house@ppth.net
Re: your constant inappropriate comments
We are attending a serious conference. Keep your eyes on the powerpoint.
To: j.wilson@ppth.net
Re: your terrible attempt at paying attention
Not even topless Cuddy could keep my eyes off of Doctor Barbie. I should ask her for a consult. Immediately.
To: g.house@ppth.net
Re: your need for mental help
Nobody wants to see you in exam room 1.
p.s. do you ever think before you talk?
To: j.wilson@ppth.net
Re: your very obvious avoidance tactics
I’m a doctor, I don’t have time to think. Is that a new tie?
To: g.house@ppth.net
Re: your attempt at a witty retort and obvious subject change
No comment.
Hope you all enjoy!