HOMECOMING DANCE COMMENT FICATHON
I KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS TONIGHT
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS
I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of ( Read more... )
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS
I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of ( Read more... )
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He finds them on the console one afternoon where the rain beats down outside and the TARDIS is stationary, locked in place by a malfunction that is not entirely of its own making. Sharp white edges, Polaroid and instant flash. Skin, all of them, lace and skin and it drives him mad but he keeps looking anyway.
His eyes slide shut, he takes a breath and releases heavily. The day before yesterday mixes with his fantasies, memories and imagination drawing together and creating something utterly filthy. Rassilon. She’s done this to him and he’s only fucked her once.
She's intoxicating.
His mouth tightens and his throat dries. Opening his eyes he drinks them in- the curve of a leg, the edge of a breast and the beginnings of a hip bone, all rendered in black and white. Nothing candid, oh no, that's not her style, his Rose. A bitten lip, her small hand curled over her stomach, fingers extending just inside her knickers, and oh yes, that’ll do nicely ( ... )
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He can't call it a kiss, not really. It's fast and possessive, he crushes her to him and doesn't move for air until she almost swoons. His tongue in her mouth, her tongue tracing his teeth, his lower lip, it all blurs in his head. Her nails scratch him over the seam when she tries to undo his trousers and he gasps and bucks, pushing her down onto the doona and shedding his pants and shoes.
She stares at him, soaking up what he looks like. It occurs to him that the first time had been only illuminated by flashes of lightning, shadows hiding them both from each other. He said he'd do it better, the next time.
He isn't going to. Maybe it's all the need, this weight in him when he looks at her. No, today it'll be messy and desperate. So he stumbles into the bed, rolling on top of her and grasping her hips, hands shaking with need and something else, kissing down her neck, grazing his teeth on her collarbone. She says things like 'please' and 'now' and then nothing at all, muscles tense, biting down on her sounds ( ... )
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SO MUCH ABOUT THIS
EVERYTHING
BUT THIS OMFG
And he could tell her how good it feels, how tight and hot and divine, how he loses himself in her. He could tell her what he wants to do to her in her ear, or hiss profanity or even murmur to her in his native language, dusty and long gone.
slay me.
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*is horribly sorry*
but thank you a million times over and over and so so so happy you liked it
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