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Drunken Flopsies

Jul 02, 2013 22:44

Sadly we are not drunk, but that will not stop us from writing about alcoholic beverages.

Rules for round one: Get sent a drink. Use it anyway you like within the fic. Interpret it how you like. Whatever. Go wild. Pretend this is a college kegger!

flopsies

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verisimilitude9 July 3 2013, 08:27:19 UTC

Prompt #2: Smirk

elvisvf101 July 3 2013, 08:31:04 UTC

He fully intended to wipe that smirk off her face. He knew she was daring him to do something about it.

So he took her hard. He didn’t realize his jaw had that kind of stamina, or his hips. He was spent.

And she was still smirking. Damn. He’d given her exactly what she wanted.

verisimilitude9 July 3 2013, 08:32:26 UTC

She feels his fingertips drumming a piano-beat over the back of her chair. His restlessness is irritating and a bit nerve-wracking. She's pretty sure he knows, too.

"Can you stop?" The words are hissed into the book hiding her flushed face from the nosy world.

He leans forward, ostensibly to hear her better, and she can all but feel his smirk against her nape. "Stop what, honey?"

satine86 July 3 2013, 08:33:23 UTC

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” Jamie an elaborate swaying motion with arms, some weird crossbreed between Tai Chi and Flamenco, ending on a strange pose one with leg lifted. “I call it the Smirking Ninja!”

satine86 July 3 2013, 08:36:54 UTC

Prompt #3: Collarbone.

verisimilitude9 July 3 2013, 08:40:06 UTC

She emerges from the water, all neat economical movements, and even as her whole mind is focused on the coach's words and the numbers on the stopwatch, his complete attention is focused on envying a single drop of water that traces a leisurely path across a perfect collarbone before dipping between her breasts.

elvisvf101 July 3 2013, 08:41:25 UTC

It wasn’t that she was always cold. She was the Senshi of Ice. It wasn’t that she was modest. Her confidence had increased recently. It wasn’t that she didn’t like those dresses. They were gorgeous.

Amy just knew she had to choose something with a Mandarin collar because her collarbone was covered in Zoe-shaped hickeys.

satine86 July 3 2013, 08:46:08 UTC

(55 again!)

She was babbling, she knew she was, but soft lips were attacking her neck and the words seemed to slip out.

“…. did you know,“ she found herself mumbling. “The word ‘clavicle’ comes from the Latin word ‘clavicula’ meaning ‘little key’?”

The lips stopped, bright green eyes lifted to meet hers. “Amy?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”