Challenge #107- Fire - Torchwood, Dr. Who, Xena
Title: It is not just the aphrodisiacs in the air…
Prompt: Challenge #107-Fire
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Carys
Rating: PG/Adult
Word count: 150 + 250
A/N: Based on ‘Day One’
There may have been aphrodisiacs in that air when I first kissed her but it doesn’t explain the feeling I have, even now. Like every pore is burning with the realization that I didn’t know. That I felt more rejected by her than I can properly contemplate, the young girl with the alien inside her that could not distinguish.
I try to think of Rhys. It’s a happy thought, a comfortable thought, but it doesn’t address this burning intensity that suddenly wants out. The same impetus that drove me to risk anything to save her, even if it meant nothing more than holding her head and offering myself. Because I understand the alien that fed off her loneliness and I could feel the life in her (oh god could I) and she deserved to live with that passion. I, squandering it as I had, would’ve gladly died to ensure it.
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I find myself at her door a week later, unintentionally driven to see her. She answers the door and smiles, thanks me for saving her, makes tea. I ask if she remembers anything (cop impulses and my need-to-know overriding common sense). She blushes slightly and almost coyly asks what I mean. I realize I’m being obvious and blush myself, cheeks burning, trying to hide it behind a sip of tea.
“Yes,” she replies, putting her hand over mine.
My skin is burning hotter and I stare at her for a moment - she holds my stare with unwavering confidence - before I pull away with the lame excuse that I had to go.
I stand, turn from the table and head for the door, she grabs my hand and I can feel her hot breath seconds before the soft press of her body against my back.
“Carys it wasn’t you,” I said but my breath caught as her other hand slid against my stomach.
“because I wouldn’t have stopped,” she replied, pulling me closer to her and softly sucking on my neck.
“God Carys,” flew from my mouth before I could stop it and I turned to her, finding eyes as full of desperate want as in that cell, but clearer, unhampered by survival instinct, unencumbered by my now naked breasts.
Her hands were on me, in me before I recognized the logistics of this need. And her fingers pushed me through the searing flame, leaving me hot, happy, aware.
Title: She would burn like the sun…
Prompt: Challenge #107-Fire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/Gwyneth
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
A/N: From ‘Unquiet Dead’
I could see her, this girl so foreign but so real. I could see her future, Bad Wolf. Fire. She would burn like the sun and scatter the world with her smoldering fingertips.
I reached out my hand to her cheek, warm to the touch.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly, covering my hand with her own.
“Feeling the sun inside you…” I replied before the world went black.
I awoke moments later, head resting in her lap, cool compress on my head.
“You fainted,” she said, brushing aside misplaced hairs.
Her touch burned even now, indefinable and magnetizing heat. I wanted to breath it in, to feel it consume me with the depth of it, more solid than anything I had experienced. I reached towards her, pulled her head to mine and drank the future from her lips. And for a moment I too burnt like the sun.
Title: Power of the Gods…
Prompt: Challenge #107-Fire
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Callisto/Velaska
Rating: Adult
Word count: 150
Power unleashed in fury, channeled into the contact of our bodies. Blazing angry passion tangible.
The woods were gone. The animals were gone. And we could hear the screams of people running from their burning town.
“Well that is a delicious side effect,” Callisto breathed out, still panting from the aftereffects of my fingers.
That was the first time we burned. After, she insisted upon the woods, every time. She liked the chaos that ensued, torched vicinity and naked gods. But I didn’t like the idea of uncontrolled or uncontrollable destruction. And being visible and caught unaware even less. So I fought to restrain myself, to contain the fire, but she teased me and drew me out. A soft pressure, a hard tongue and sharp edges as I groaned from the delicious mixture of want and pain, shoving myself onto her fingers again, and coming every time amidst rampant burning.
Prompt: Challenge #107-Fire
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Carys
Rating: PG/Adult
Word count: 150 + 250
A/N: Based on ‘Day One’
There may have been aphrodisiacs in that air when I first kissed her but it doesn’t explain the feeling I have, even now. Like every pore is burning with the realization that I didn’t know. That I felt more rejected by her than I can properly contemplate, the young girl with the alien inside her that could not distinguish.
I try to think of Rhys. It’s a happy thought, a comfortable thought, but it doesn’t address this burning intensity that suddenly wants out. The same impetus that drove me to risk anything to save her, even if it meant nothing more than holding her head and offering myself. Because I understand the alien that fed off her loneliness and I could feel the life in her (oh god could I) and she deserved to live with that passion. I, squandering it as I had, would’ve gladly died to ensure it.
---------
I find myself at her door a week later, unintentionally driven to see her. She answers the door and smiles, thanks me for saving her, makes tea. I ask if she remembers anything (cop impulses and my need-to-know overriding common sense). She blushes slightly and almost coyly asks what I mean. I realize I’m being obvious and blush myself, cheeks burning, trying to hide it behind a sip of tea.
“Yes,” she replies, putting her hand over mine.
My skin is burning hotter and I stare at her for a moment - she holds my stare with unwavering confidence - before I pull away with the lame excuse that I had to go.
I stand, turn from the table and head for the door, she grabs my hand and I can feel her hot breath seconds before the soft press of her body against my back.
“Carys it wasn’t you,” I said but my breath caught as her other hand slid against my stomach.
“because I wouldn’t have stopped,” she replied, pulling me closer to her and softly sucking on my neck.
“God Carys,” flew from my mouth before I could stop it and I turned to her, finding eyes as full of desperate want as in that cell, but clearer, unhampered by survival instinct, unencumbered by my now naked breasts.
Her hands were on me, in me before I recognized the logistics of this need. And her fingers pushed me through the searing flame, leaving me hot, happy, aware.
Title: She would burn like the sun…
Prompt: Challenge #107-Fire
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/Gwyneth
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
A/N: From ‘Unquiet Dead’
I could see her, this girl so foreign but so real. I could see her future, Bad Wolf. Fire. She would burn like the sun and scatter the world with her smoldering fingertips.
I reached out my hand to her cheek, warm to the touch.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly, covering my hand with her own.
“Feeling the sun inside you…” I replied before the world went black.
I awoke moments later, head resting in her lap, cool compress on my head.
“You fainted,” she said, brushing aside misplaced hairs.
Her touch burned even now, indefinable and magnetizing heat. I wanted to breath it in, to feel it consume me with the depth of it, more solid than anything I had experienced. I reached towards her, pulled her head to mine and drank the future from her lips. And for a moment I too burnt like the sun.
Title: Power of the Gods…
Prompt: Challenge #107-Fire
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Callisto/Velaska
Rating: Adult
Word count: 150
Power unleashed in fury, channeled into the contact of our bodies. Blazing angry passion tangible.
The woods were gone. The animals were gone. And we could hear the screams of people running from their burning town.
“Well that is a delicious side effect,” Callisto breathed out, still panting from the aftereffects of my fingers.
That was the first time we burned. After, she insisted upon the woods, every time. She liked the chaos that ensued, torched vicinity and naked gods. But I didn’t like the idea of uncontrolled or uncontrollable destruction. And being visible and caught unaware even less. So I fought to restrain myself, to contain the fire, but she teased me and drew me out. A soft pressure, a hard tongue and sharp edges as I groaned from the delicious mixture of want and pain, shoving myself onto her fingers again, and coming every time amidst rampant burning.