Drabble Challenge
Whew! This was way more fun than studying for the MTEL! As per the meme challenge that I posted about earlier, these are the drabbles that I've come up with for mrschimpf , kitnkabootle , dragonwine , snoopythepooh , and ellipsisoveruse . I never expected to have such a varied selection of fandoms to write for and I definitely enjoyed the challenge. I hope you all enjoy! They're a little longer than 100 words, but I didn't think anyone would mind ;)
Dragonwine: Mirandy. Pregnancy. Marriage. It's been awhile.
Miranda walks into the kitchen and stops abruptly in the doorway, watching the beckoning sway of Andrea's hips. Something hot and electric coils within her as her eyes fix on round curves and the tell-tale bump beneath Andrea's blouse.
Her lover sticks her finger into the pot, licks it, and hums in satisfaction. Miranda's never envied a finger before. She groans. Andrea jumps.
"If you say anything about me slaving away in the kitchen while being barefoot and pregnant, I will throw this spatula at you," Andrea glares, waving the utensil for added measure.
Andrea has sauce on her lower lip. Miranda's cunt clenches tightly and she sways, dizzy with want. It's been so long and -- she's never been as attracted to Andrea as she is now.
Dinner can wait. Miranda cannot.
Ellipsisoveruse: Elizabeth Bennet
Elizabeth Bennet's fingering had much improved under the watchful eye of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. With rapid, agile grace she plucked the familiar tune of the Fur Elise, her eyelids fluttering to a close as the melodious tune filled her with rapturous joy. Her body swayed, her lips parted, and she rocked in time with the tune, caring not for the company that filled the spacious parlor.
She exhaled a sharp, clipped sigh as her fingers rounded the keys once again. Elizabeth opened her eyes before playing the final notes, acknowledging at once that several pairs of eyes rested solely upon her. A blush--a traitorous stain of color--crept high upon her cheeks. She looked from the odious gentleman to the cold patroness and was at a loss for whom the excited, shy blush undoubtedly belonged.
Kitnkabootle: The House of Eliott. :) Something Bea centric... perhaps Penny liked Bea after all? :D Or maybe Jack's up to something.
It's only been a day since the start of the separation and Bea feels the weight of the hours pressing upon her like an eternity. She stares at the ceiling, noting the beginning of an endless parade of sleepless nights and meaningless days. There's her work, the collection, Evie--but there's no Jack.
She'd always been rather fond of her ability to adapt, to cling to her self-sufficiency, but she's out of sorts now. Before meeting Jack she'd all but accepted her inevitable trek towards spinsterhood. But he saved her from a life of loneliness and pitying stares. He looked beyond the worn years and chose her above all the other young beauties that flocked to his door.
Bea is certain that this separation cannot last. It will break her. She's risen like a phoenix in this life, staring back at the shocked faces that never expected her flourish in this male-dominated society. She's made it this far.
Bea will have Jack back.
Snoopythepooh: Caddie drabble! Addison's reaction to Callie finally being unrejected by arizona, please!
"Can you believe it? The hot Peds surgeon gave me another chance. ME! Guess I'm not a newborn after all, huh? I mean, ha, you would know, right?"
Addison forces a laugh. "Wow. So are you two…"
"Dating. Yea. I have a girlfriend." Callie squeals and Addison has to pull the phone away from her ear.
"Congrats, Cal. I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, Ads. I knew I could count on you. Hey -- listen, I've got to run. I'm going to meet Arizona for Thai food. I'll call you soon, 'kay?"
Before Addison can mumble her way through a goodbye, the line is disconnected. Addison stares at the cell phone and says, "Me? Oh, I'm fine. Just decided to take an impromptu road trip like a prize idiot to confess my undying love like a regular ol' sapphic Romeo. You know, the usual." She rolls her eyes and stares at the brick building in front of her, contemplating kicking it but not wanting to ruin her Prada pumps.
Instead, she tosses the bouquet of roses at an overflowing garbage can. She ducks behind a telephone pole, watching as Callie Torres leaves her apartment on her way to meet her girlfriend.
mrschimpf: Paris and Rory...knee socks, tights and a heat wave.
They haven't experienced a heat wave like this in Connecticut in years. Paris can't remember the last time but she doesn't exactly try very hard because Rory is peeling off layers of sweat-slicked clothing and is down to her rainbow knee socks. Suddenly, undressing seems less important than having those scratchy, acrylic-and-cotton blend stocking-clad legs wrapped around her face. She drops to her knees, ripping her nylons as she shuffles closer to Rory, pressing her back against the bookshelf and wedging herself between Rory's thighs.
She smells like sweat and musk and a little like cotton candy. Paris will melt here, or drown. She will surely succumb to heat exhaustion as she nears this inferno.
As Rory tosses her head back at the first swipe of Paris's tongue, Paris eagerly meets her fate. This heat wave may be the death of her, but what a way to go.
Dragonwine: Mirandy. Pregnancy. Marriage. It's been awhile.
Miranda walks into the kitchen and stops abruptly in the doorway, watching the beckoning sway of Andrea's hips. Something hot and electric coils within her as her eyes fix on round curves and the tell-tale bump beneath Andrea's blouse.
Her lover sticks her finger into the pot, licks it, and hums in satisfaction. Miranda's never envied a finger before. She groans. Andrea jumps.
"If you say anything about me slaving away in the kitchen while being barefoot and pregnant, I will throw this spatula at you," Andrea glares, waving the utensil for added measure.
Andrea has sauce on her lower lip. Miranda's cunt clenches tightly and she sways, dizzy with want. It's been so long and -- she's never been as attracted to Andrea as she is now.
Dinner can wait. Miranda cannot.
Ellipsisoveruse: Elizabeth Bennet
Elizabeth Bennet's fingering had much improved under the watchful eye of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. With rapid, agile grace she plucked the familiar tune of the Fur Elise, her eyelids fluttering to a close as the melodious tune filled her with rapturous joy. Her body swayed, her lips parted, and she rocked in time with the tune, caring not for the company that filled the spacious parlor.
She exhaled a sharp, clipped sigh as her fingers rounded the keys once again. Elizabeth opened her eyes before playing the final notes, acknowledging at once that several pairs of eyes rested solely upon her. A blush--a traitorous stain of color--crept high upon her cheeks. She looked from the odious gentleman to the cold patroness and was at a loss for whom the excited, shy blush undoubtedly belonged.
Kitnkabootle: The House of Eliott. :) Something Bea centric... perhaps Penny liked Bea after all? :D Or maybe Jack's up to something.
It's only been a day since the start of the separation and Bea feels the weight of the hours pressing upon her like an eternity. She stares at the ceiling, noting the beginning of an endless parade of sleepless nights and meaningless days. There's her work, the collection, Evie--but there's no Jack.
She'd always been rather fond of her ability to adapt, to cling to her self-sufficiency, but she's out of sorts now. Before meeting Jack she'd all but accepted her inevitable trek towards spinsterhood. But he saved her from a life of loneliness and pitying stares. He looked beyond the worn years and chose her above all the other young beauties that flocked to his door.
Bea is certain that this separation cannot last. It will break her. She's risen like a phoenix in this life, staring back at the shocked faces that never expected her flourish in this male-dominated society. She's made it this far.
Bea will have Jack back.
Snoopythepooh: Caddie drabble! Addison's reaction to Callie finally being unrejected by arizona, please!
"Can you believe it? The hot Peds surgeon gave me another chance. ME! Guess I'm not a newborn after all, huh? I mean, ha, you would know, right?"
Addison forces a laugh. "Wow. So are you two…"
"Dating. Yea. I have a girlfriend." Callie squeals and Addison has to pull the phone away from her ear.
"Congrats, Cal. I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, Ads. I knew I could count on you. Hey -- listen, I've got to run. I'm going to meet Arizona for Thai food. I'll call you soon, 'kay?"
Before Addison can mumble her way through a goodbye, the line is disconnected. Addison stares at the cell phone and says, "Me? Oh, I'm fine. Just decided to take an impromptu road trip like a prize idiot to confess my undying love like a regular ol' sapphic Romeo. You know, the usual." She rolls her eyes and stares at the brick building in front of her, contemplating kicking it but not wanting to ruin her Prada pumps.
Instead, she tosses the bouquet of roses at an overflowing garbage can. She ducks behind a telephone pole, watching as Callie Torres leaves her apartment on her way to meet her girlfriend.
mrschimpf: Paris and Rory...knee socks, tights and a heat wave.
They haven't experienced a heat wave like this in Connecticut in years. Paris can't remember the last time but she doesn't exactly try very hard because Rory is peeling off layers of sweat-slicked clothing and is down to her rainbow knee socks. Suddenly, undressing seems less important than having those scratchy, acrylic-and-cotton blend stocking-clad legs wrapped around her face. She drops to her knees, ripping her nylons as she shuffles closer to Rory, pressing her back against the bookshelf and wedging herself between Rory's thighs.
She smells like sweat and musk and a little like cotton candy. Paris will melt here, or drown. She will surely succumb to heat exhaustion as she nears this inferno.
As Rory tosses her head back at the first swipe of Paris's tongue, Paris eagerly meets her fate. This heat wave may be the death of her, but what a way to go.