The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of ANY pairing/character of their choosing (of ANY fandom) from me (with a prompt, if it pleases you to give me one). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Not much has been going on with me...not really.  I've poked around folks journals and all that, but with me, just put out a new books (TROLLING NIGHTS) and doing some writing and figuring out my life.  Get used to my new place (2 months in and I still love it, yes.)  Started a freelance job yesterday.

Learned a lot about my mother.  She gave me her ( Read more... )

She was all soft and sable skin, the dark chocolate of it a beautiful contrast to the cream silk sheet draped over her. The line of her spine was graceful, tantalizing, and he couldn’t help but drag his finger over every vertebra until he reached the small of her back. Her bum was hidden by the sheet, but he knew it was bare, just like the rest of ( Read more... )

The four of them were drenched in goo. Donna appeared to be an inhalation away from a very lusty scream, but Jack, gooey finger and all, pressed a gentle finger to her lips.

“Do that, and we’ll be covered in more than Cachon mucus.”

“Is that was this is?”

Martha hid her smirk as best she could, but when she felt the Doctor’s eyes on her, a tiny ( Read more... )

Her skin was not quite as smooth as it used to be, but it was still creamy with hints of rose, and it rivaled chinchilla in its softness.   His fingertips grazed her bare arm, and he watched gooseflesh rise in their wake.  His mouth attached to her shoulder as her damp, hot walls clenched around his length when he gave a sharp thrust inside of her.
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The Doctor frowned as the TARDIS completely ignored the coordinates he’d entered and landed in the center of London 2005.  Again.  He glared at the Time Rotor, more than annoyed at his ship’s mutiny.

“I didn’t want to come here!” the Doctor complained, his blue eyes fierce on his ship.

The TARDIS sent a zap to him, and he snatched his hand away.  ( Read more... )

Angelina Johnson lay on her side and stared at the wall.  The T-shirt she wore scratched at her sensitive skin, and the boxers kept sliding down her hips because they were too big.  The wall had shadows on it from the streetlamps outside.  In the light, it would be a plain, unspectacular white wall.  At nights, the black images of the trees from ( Read more... )

The Doctor’s shoulders seized up and touched his earlobes; his eyes went wide at the churning column of the TARDIS; and his fingers hovered a millimeter from his lips, blazoned with the evidence. His ship’s lights blinked and her hum grew sharp for a quick instant. He narrowed his eyes at the Time Rotor.

“Traitor!”

“You take that back right now ( Read more... )

It was a melody Martha didn’t recognize, but it was pleasing nonetheless. The Doctor’s dual heartbeats echoed underneath her ear where her cheek rested against his chest, and his hand was large and cool at the base of her spine even through the purple dress she wore. They swayed to the melody, doing little else, both too tired from their latest ( Read more... )

She didn’t feel like going inside just yet, not into the tiny flat where she would be ignored and treated as good as, if only slightly better, than the random patrons treated her at the shop.  At least she got a store discount and decent breaks for her anonymity, and she didn’t have to worry about scrubbing the skin off her fingers or acting like ( Read more... )