Was it good for you, too?

[leigh57]

Apparently, I will find posting this el jay as good as having sex.

It's a rainy Monday and I have a billion boring domestic things to do, so I would love some thought distraction while I work on that. Thus, stolen from lowriseflare:

Leave me a character/pairing for one of the fandoms I write in (or that you think I should), throw in a prompt, and I'll write

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[adrenalin211]

Jack and Renee, something to do with a boat, possibly swimming, and possibly a dock off of which you can practice diving. MAYBE THEY ARE SHOWING TERI HOW TO DIVE, because she's a little waterbug. And also then there's a boat and some sunset.

[leigh57]

Wtf? I'm supposed to write all that in "some sentences?"

Bwah. Well, we shall see what I can do. Hee.

OMG THIS FACE IN THE ICON. SEE THAT'S THE FACE WE SAW LAST NIGHT.

[adrenalin211]

I KNOW! That... i'm-worried-about-you-and-also-I-love-you-and-don't-want-you-to-ever-doubt-that-or-put-yourself-in-danger-ever-again look.

Re: that article. No WONDER I chew on a lot of ice.

[leigh57]

Re: that article. No WONDER I chew on a lot of ice.

I am just not gonna say any of my 43786834796279 responses to that in an unlocked journal. *snorffles*

[adrenalin211]

Okay okay take 2, because that former prompt failed at brevity.

Jack/Renee, freezing cold.

[leigh57]

Hee. Well I didn't say I wouldn't try to write it. But I'm gonna do the short ones first, okay? And then maybe that one later if I have some time to do a tiny bit of planning during my domestic boringness:)

This one is easier to handle in "some sentences." You're a rockstar.

Freezing Cold (aka, I fail at brevity)

[leigh57]

It’s easy to stay awake when he’s struggling, spitting snow away from his face and thrashing to figure out a way to undo the fucking cords that cut his wrists and chafe his ankles.

After half an hour with no success, it’s harder.

He stares at the growing white patches of skin on his hands and thinks, I should have worn the long-sleeved one.

The numbness is brief.

When it passes, it’s as if everything’s been put in reverse; his skin burns everywhere the snow touches, and he’s not shaking anymore.

Maybe he could close his eyes for a few seconds.

He does, and there’s a strobe-light toggle between reality (freezing to death in an off-the-main-road ditch in the middle of nowhere) and fantasy (the pillowed warmth of his own bed, down comforter and Renee’s hot skin).

He’s kissing her goodnight when there’s no picture left at all.

+++++++

It’s all a bunch of words and sounds.

He can’t make them form relationships.

damage

Re: Freezing Cold (aka, I fail at brevity)

[century_fox]

He nods, giving her the best half-smile he can manage before his eyes close themselves again, as if there’s no relationship between his desires and their actions.
gah my HEART this is so beautiful i got a throat lump

Your writing is the cup of coffee and fireplace on a snowy day, and your love for these two and how perfectly well you know them is so eminent in every single thing you write.

[adrenalin211]

Adama/Roslin, voices.

[leigh57]

I hate you.

[adrenalin211]

I love you.

They are too awesome for me to write them, but here is my feeble attempt.

[leigh57]

a/n: This exists in the universe you started here, but just sucks unlike yours:)

************

“I tried really hard not to want you here.”

He smiles. “I tried really hard not to want to be here.” Her thumb massages a muscle in his shoulder. There used to be a knot there. “Didn’t work,” he adds.

“For me either,” she whispers. He can feel her eyelashes blink on his chest.

She’s pressed against him everywhere, skin that’s almost luminous, red hair that’s hers, that’s real, that slides over her cheekbone and slips through his fingers.

If he were the type, he’d be embarrassed by how easily he could cry, right now.

But this place is so weird that crying isn’t the only thing he could do right now.

Even after that (and oh gods, the pleasure of her body again, under and over him, everywhere), he’s getting hard when she readjusts, her bare thigh firing on his skin

[century_fox]

Wow, that article is so interesting. More thoughts (if I remember) coming later when my brai isn't all fuzzy, but, prompts:

• Finnick/Annie, hope (hey, "or that you think I should" is included in the meme instructions :P)

• Jack/Renee, aurora borealis

[leigh57]

Totally included in the instructions! Quick canon thing because I know you'll know and I don't. What's the situation exactly when Finnick and Annie wind up together after the fucked up Quarter Quell. Like, just give me the setting, because I don't remember specifically how they were reunited, blah blah blah. I'm more than happy to try a few sentences, but I hate violating canon.

God, I have so many issues after last night's rewatch that my own icons are making me flail. I fail.

[century_fox]

They were reunited together in Mockingjay, when a rescue team went into the Capitol to save Peeta, Annie, Johanna, and Enobaria, who'd all been captured by the Capitol after the Quarter Quell (the other three actually from the Arena, and Annie because she'd been taken to the Capitol as a way to hurt Finnick). Peeta, Johanna, and Annie were brought back to District 13 (they didn't get Enobaria but figured she probably wasn't kept, since she was from District 2) and Annie runs toward Finnick, wearing only a sheet (ugh, fucking Capitol), and they crash into each other and fall against a wall, clinging to each other.

And awww, no fail! *hugs*

[leigh57]

You can laugh, but what page is that on? I found all the other stuff about the cake and Annie being called back by Finnick's words but I can't find the specific part you're talking about.

[lowriseflare]

JACK/RENEE, HANDCUFFS.

[leigh57]

WHY ARE YOU SO PREDICTABLE?

:P

Mmmkay.

Whatever, I even said a naughty word.

[leigh57]

They're watching TV late one night, half-empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and Renee's foot bouncing restlessly against his leg, when she says out of nowhere, "I found a pair of handcuffs when I was unpacking this afternoon."

Which is how he wound up like this, stretched out naked on the cool cotton of their bed, arms tethered above his head, metal brushing his wrists.

He'd figured that at worst, it would send him off into one of the flashback trips; at best it would leave him too shaken and scared to well, get anything out of the experience.

But now he can smell her perfume, hear (and feel) her breathing, shallow. Her tongue is sliding up the inside of his thigh.

And it turns out that all he wants is for her to put his goddamn dick in her mouth.

When she finally does, he lifts off the bed (reaching for more) and makes some kind of noise.

She's laughing and licking at the same time. In the split second before he shuts his eyes and gives himself over, he's already thinking about her turn.

Re: Whatever, I even said a naughty word.

[lowriseflare]

YOU TOTALLY USED A DIRTY WORD.

This is *awesome*. You are a (porn) star.