The prompt page of doom
Alright! Alright, I give in. I'm making a place where you can prompt me.
But I've got a few rules:
1) This is for prompts that you can't otherwise prompt for me at comment_fic. Either you've used up all your slots or it's a Lonely Prompt weekend, just as long as the prompt showing up here isn't a prompt you've written there. This is for the sake of my own ( Read more... )
But I've got a few rules:
1) This is for prompts that you can't otherwise prompt for me at comment_fic. Either you've used up all your slots or it's a Lonely Prompt weekend, just as long as the prompt showing up here isn't a prompt you've written there. This is for the sake of my own ( Read more... )
Here the one I left on twitter to start you off:
Burn Notice/Leverage, Mike/Eliot, against the wall (scaring the neighbours)
and an extra...
Burn Notice/Leverage, Fiona/Parker, stealing Mike's bed
Love you darling!! *smishes*
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"Hn," I say. It's the most intelligent thing I can come up with at the moment, though Eliot does one better.
"Parker," he growls. How he can manage with the way he's grinding up against me, hands already sliding against my fly, I have no idea.
But spies are nothing if not adaptable...
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"How long til they figure out we're up here?" Parker asks before purring long and low.
Fiona thinks it's kind of a turn on, that Parker can still talk. She changes positions and thrusts the dildo a little harder, a little deeper, drawing out a whimper as Parker tries to brace herself. "Not sure. Not til they're done, at least."
"Do you --" Parker stutters off, gasping. "Do you think," she tries again, "they can hear us too?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can arrange that..."
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I've read the other pieces...but THIS? This is...
*goes to change knickers and grab a cold drink*
This is just too fucking hot. Seriously. Too.Fucking.Hot.
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I kick the door shut behind me. Which is good, because Eliot's up faster than I can blink, and if I hadn't... Well. Mrs. Gomez across the hall would be getting an eyefull, especially since she never keeps her door closed til she calls her grandsons in for the night.
As it is I'm pinned to the door, and Eliot is pulling at my clothes only a heartbeat before his mouth is on mine, still cool from the beer. I should push him back, should talk to him. It's wiser to know for sure he was the one tailing me. To make sure we're playing on the same side today. But then his hand is in my pants, I don't know where his shirt has gone, and my thoughts scatter ( ... )
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Now with Leverage on hiatus, I guess it's time to watch more BN, right? And Dollhouse. And SPN. Yeehaw!
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