Make Out Meme!
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urbancate and morrigans_eve posted these, I felt like playing too. So there!
Anyway, here's the rules:
urbancate and morrigans_eve posted these, I felt like playing too. So there!Anyway, here's the rules:
Pick a pairing from my fandom(s), (included movies, TV, FakeTV shows, .. yall know what I write by now lol) and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words (OK clearly these are ending up longer than the meme required.. oops?) about the kiss that happened in that context.
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 01:59 am (UTC)...
This was a bad idea all around, Doc thought to himself. Then he shrugged and threw back another shot, wincing in tandem with Dot as she downed her own. They hadn’t bothered keeping count, but they’d killed at least half the bottle so far. Doc could all but hear his liver protesting, but fuck if he really cared.
Page wasn’t speaking to either of them. For a woman who spoke God knew how many languages, she could sure make her silence say a hell of a lot.
The comms had completely shorted out in the NML and even Dot couldn’t bring ‘em back. And, it’d been Leader’s choice to put Page first in that aftermath, but he’d known the risk even if she didn’t. There was just wasn’t time to save them both, though Doc knew he’d tried his best.
No, in truth, it really wasn’t their fault. Didn’t mean Page didn’t blame them.
Hell, didn’t mean they didn’t blame them.
Dot poured them both another round, and after a half-hearted salute, they both downed the awful tequila. Dot swayed a bit after that one, and Doc wondered blearily if he’d need to drag her out of the bar and back home soon.
Just one more, he thought, and poured them each a double. Dot tossed her’s back and suddenly stood, almost knocking over her chair as she did so. Doc blinked at her, but she just shook her head and slid into his lap to clumsily kiss him.
Now this was a really bad idea, Doc thought, but fuck if he could care. He just gripped her hips and pulled her closer.
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:22 am (UTC)Can I have some more please :) Jesse Franklin/Clayton Dupree... A Kiss with a Gun is Better than None, in an alley in Rock Valley... Southern Gentlemen with issues/Lady Gunslingers with issues are the perfect ship.
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 12:57 am (UTC)Riddick was home. He felt at home, too, though Kyra doubted he’d admit it. He was too busy posturing at the lovely and fierce Furyan priestess to do anything as “weak” as admit to having introspective moments. Dumbass. That posturing was the reason he was currently within walls, and would likely stay there for quite some time.
Kyra was pretty fucking thrilled about that, actually. Since the whole “Oops I’m dead” thing, he’d been all but hovering, and it was starting to make her skin crawl.
That was only part of the reason she’d escaped out to this balcony, though. Even months past Crematoria, the sky was something to be savored no matter what the weather. Whether sunlight bright enough to make Riddick wince or violent storm clouds or a soft gentle rain like the one currently falling on her skin, Kyra craved those moments of freedom.
The sound of the rain would have been enough to hide the sound of footsteps from anyone but her. She glanced over to see Vaako come to a halt beside her and tilt his face up to the rain, his eyes falling closed and a sigh escaping his lips.
“It used to rain like this back home.”
She didn’t plan to move, but as his words faded, she found herself facing him, just close enough to feel the heat of his skin near her’s. He opened his eyes and Kyra felt something in her begin to ache at the painfully lost expression on his face, one that echoed the words he’d spoken. That John had spoken, she guessed, and for a moment she allowed herself to feel like Jack again, like caring for someone else might not always hurt her.
Then she set her hands on her shoulders and lifted up to her toes to brush her lips against his. The kiss was chaste, almost softer than the rain.
Kyra still felt that she might drown in him.
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Date: 2011-07-08 01:22 am (UTC)Ben stalked out from the main barn toward the well-house, eyes locked on the figure filling 5-gallon jugs for the big house’s kitchen. What the hell was Lena thinking? Bad enough she was pregnant and had been expressly ordered not to strain herself (as he should know as he was the one giving those orders), but she, of all the resident Eves, knew first hand that a woman did not leave the safety of the house alone.
Even here at the ranch, there were any number of men who might take any opportunity to claim a woman as their own, despite the boss lady’s laying down the law on the subject. He picked up his pace, boots stomping in the dust as he saw her struggling to load one of the filled jugs onto a wagon beside her.
“Why the hell didn’t you just fill ‘em in the wagon?” That wasn’t what he’d wanted to ask, but he figured she’d take that question better than them hashing out the same conversation about her lack of the survival instinct God gave to lemmings they’d had half a dozen times in the week or so since she’d arrived.
“Because,” she said, nodding for him to help her lift the other two jugs, “the faucet was too low. Believe me I’d have done it that way otherwise.”
“It ever occur to you to ask for help? Or hell, to find something to do inside the house if you’re so desperate to pull your weight?” OK, so he might be re-hashing that conversation… but just a little.
She smiled and shook her head, luckily more amused by him than aggravated.
“Why bother when I know you’ll follow me out here even if I don’t ask?” she said cheekily, and he told himself his smile was just due to her being so much less afraid than she’d been only days before. She studied his face and then shook her head again. She stepped closer and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for the help, Benjamin.” She turned and headed back to the house, her steps slow so he could keep up with the loaded wagon. They both ignored the flush creeping up his neck.
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Date: 2011-07-08 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-08 05:44 pm (UTC)And I think that's part of what I like about the pairing. They've both got older personas they've buried really REALLY deep, but it doesn't mean that side of them is gone. Whenever I actually get around to writing the whole thing, it'll be interesting to see if I can bring those sides to the surface.
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Date: 2011-07-08 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-09 02:50 pm (UTC)Let's have her totally kicking ass and taking names against some 'hacker' trying to do bad things to the ARC. There's nothing anyone can do 'physically' and so it's all up to her. She wins of course and is just flying high on adrenaline. Becker notices and gives her an, ahem, 'outlet' for all that energy.
Sorry, long prompt is long. I just want kickass!Jess.
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Date: 2011-07-09 03:14 pm (UTC)And whoot! Jesse/Clayton fireworks. Again, not a pairing I'd considered, but it was apparently good for the muse lol
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A cacophony of shouts and curses filled the air from somewhere out on Main Street, and Clayton shook his head. Just another peaceful day in Rock Valley. He spared a moment’s pity for whichever poor soul had drawn the ire of that many inebriated miners. At least it wasn’t him this time.
He pulled out his pocket watch to check the time and sighed, trying to find a comfortable position on his box against the back wall of Dr. Franklin’s abode. Layla was having another examination, and he’d been shoved out the door to the alley without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ He checked the watch again and scowled; how long were they going to take anyway?
The shouting increased in volume, and then suddenly a petite form sprinted around the corner of the building, all but barreling over him in her haste to reach the back door.
“It’s locked, dear.” At his words, little Jesse spun around, what looked suspiciously like fear in her eyes. She studied him for a brief moment then glanced back to where the shouts had increased in volume yet again.
“Hide me. Please.”
Her plea surprised him, but he had experience in this sort of thing, after all. He stood quickly and after a glance realized there was nothing in the alley that might hide the young gunslinger. Nothing except… perhaps… He nodded to himself, and reaching over, stripped Jess of her late brother’s rather recognizable jacket and hat and shoved both behind the crate he’d been sitting on.
Then, just before the angry crowd of miners rounded the corner, and certainly before his mind could talk him out of it, he pressed Jesse back against the wall and leaned into her for a blistering kiss.
He’d counted on the shock to force an honest reaction out of the prickly little thing, and he was not disappointed. After a beat of shocked stillness, she’d wrapped her arms tight around him and kissed back. Which, as he’d hoped, err… planned, allowed him to maneuver himself even closer. All the better to hide her tiny form between the wall and his body, of course.
The miners went storming past them both; Clayton’s dubious reputation as a womanizer guaranteeing that nary an eyebrow was raised at the sight of the gambler carrying on with a woman in broad daylight. And who would ever have guessed it was the youngest Franklin girl in his arms?
The sound of her pursuit faded in the distance, and Clayton finally pulled back, rather more reluctantly than he’d expected. Jesse was apparently a fiery little thing under all that dirt and bad attitude. His ego was pleased to note that it took her a moment to gather herself after his skillful attentions, but then, alas her mind and dignity re-asserted themselves.
“You! How… Uh!” Without much in the way of warning, Jesse slammed a fist into his gut, leaving him gasping in surprised pain. “Of all the no-account, good for nothing, snakes! Taking advantage that way. Oh, I ought to shoot you and be done with it.”
She retrieved her jacket and hat, and then after one last scorching glare, she stalked off, leaving Clayton still bent over in pain.
“You’re… welcome,” he wheezed.
part 1
Date: 2011-07-09 08:39 pm (UTC)Anyway! On with ficcyness.
Thou Shalt Not Rile the Tech-Kitten
The part of her ego that kept up a lively competition with the other techy on the team could not believe what it was thinking, but really: where the bloody hell was Connor Temple when she needed him?
Oh right, Jess reminded herself angrily, he was trapped behind the late and unlamented Phillip Burton’s bloody lock down protocol along with several other people she was really rather fond of, all buddy breathing off the one single solitary can of emergency oxygen that had been stored in the little horticulture lab.
That situation was bad enough, but the fact that some absolute arsehole had the gall to hack into her bloody system to lock her friends in there in the first place? Yeah, that had sent her right over the edge of terrified-and-worried and into the realm of righteous-vengeful-wrath.
And of course, the wanker had disabled Connor’s back door command. Really why make it easy?
Her fingers flew across her keyboard as she manipulated text and commands over each one of the screens in front of her. She really deserved a pat on the back later for re-designing the ADD with so many useful features, she thought absently, straining to type even faster as her anonymous nemesis kept just one step ahead of her override procedures.
“Come on, Jess! They’re running out of air!” She ignored Matt’s irate command as she had the last dozen or so. She could certainly understand his concern considering a very pregnant Emily was one of the others locked in with Connor, but really he was not the only one who might lose someone and the shouting just wasn’t helping. Nothing much was, really.
She bit her lip to keep from cursing up a storm. She just needed more bloody hands! That thought led to a rather risky prospect. She kept typing with her right, but grabbed a pen with her left to scribbled down a sequence of numbers and letters, silently blessing the schoolmate who’d dared her to learn to write with both hands.
“Lester, here. Now.” She didn’t look, but she had a feeling the bureaucrat was giving her a mock glare behind her back. She ignored that too; right now she needed him to be useful. He’d proved himself at least somewhat competent in the past, and he would do so again now or deal with her later. Sure enough, Lester came up beside her and she nodded in the direction of the pad and the auxiliary keyboard. “When I tell you to, I need you to enter that sequence at the prompt. Then just keep typing it as many times as you can. Clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Good.” She typed in another dozen or so characters in prep, trying to block the bastard from cutting her off at the pass. “Alright, now.”
At her command, Lester began typing furiously, finally earning his ridiculous government salary in Jess’s opinion. The pair of them pounded the keys for another minute or so without pause, and Jess vaguely realized she was sporting a feral grin. She was gaining on the bastard. Not long now, she prayed.
She threaded through one maze of code after another and then let out a shout of triumph as she finally cracked the command that unlocked the door.
“Oh thank-” Lester began to say as Matt and the other security officers thundered out of the command center to the others.
“Don’t stop,” Jess ordered tersely. She’d done her job and saved the day, but now it was bloody personal. Lester rejoined her at the console, knowing well enough at least not to argue or interrupt as she continued on her self-appointment mission.
With luck the bastard who’d started this all would still be trying to figure out if she’d released the lock down protocol and wouldn’t realize she’d already been freed from that task to hunt him down like the dog he was. She powered through half a dozen firewalls, tracking the signal from one country through the next. He was good, she had to admit, but he had just pushed her to absolutely need to be better. The fucker would not get away with this.
The trail began to trace back toward the U.K. as she’d suspected, and after just another moment… it was right…
part 2
Date: 2011-07-09 08:39 pm (UTC)“There!” she shouted. She rattled off the address, trusting someone nearby to take note. “I need a full security team to this location on the double. Get the son of a bitch.” She tapped in another few commands, hacking the building’s security and effectively locking the bastard in as he’d dared to do to her friends. She wished she could leave him out of air and terrified that he might die of asphyxiation, but considering the other people in the building, that just wasn’t an option. Pity.
She took a deep breath and let it out slow.
“You can stop now, Lester.” She glanced over and gave him a small exhausted smile. “You did well. I might a proper assistant out of you yet.”
“In that case, perhaps I should ask your boss for a pay raise.” He patted her awkwardly on the back and then moved away. She just stayed where she was, watching for the trapped hacker’s attempts to escape the lock down and then countering them almost absently.
Finally, finally, the word came over her comm that the team had reached the flat in question, and she lowered the lock down to let them in. Almost immediately, Michaels reported that the subject was now in custody, and they were on their way in, captive in tow. Only then did she allow herself to pull away and climb down from her chair.
He was there, waiting for her. Becker looked beyond exhausted and didn’t lean so much as had collapsed against a table while he waited. A medic hovered nearby, but Jess gathered he hadn’t dared to argue with the clearly focused soldier.
“Becker.” She took the few steps to him and then wrapped her arms around him with a sigh. He wrapped his arms around her just as tight, his head dropping down to rest against hers, for once clearly uncaring as to whether anyone was watching or not.
She’d have gone to him even if he did care, frankly. She’d known he was trapped with the others, and she’d been every bit as terrified as Matt for those first few moments. But after hearing one frantic order from Michaels over the comms to his CO to “take a bloody turn to breathe already, damn it!,” she’d had to force herself to forget that he was there. She’d needed to do her job without distractions, and Becker in peril was easily the single most awful distraction she could imagine.
So she’d made herself forget. The guilt over that fact suddenly rushed over her, and she shook against him, tears falling without her consent.
“Jessica, my Jessica. So unbelievably brilliant. My lovely, lovely Jess.” He just held her even tighter, brushing his lips against her forehead and whispering adoration and comfort by turn. “I knew you’d get us out. I knew you would. Brilliant, just bloody brilliant.”
Her tears finally slowed to a stop, and as her shaking eased, Becker brought a hand to her chin and lifted her face to his for a long, slow kiss that soothed out the rest of her fears with ease. They gently broke apart to rest their foreheads against one another.
“You were supposed to report to medical,” she whispered softly, not all together surprised he hadn’t gone. “You needed to get checked out.”
“I needed you more.”
She shook her head and then finally smiled fondly. Idiotic soldier stoicism. It would annoy her if she didn’t love him so much.
“Well, you’re going now. Even if I have to escort you there myself.” He stood up from the table he’d been leaning on and wobbled, much to his chagrin.
“I think that might actually be necessary,” he admitted.
“Shelly, can you take over on the ADD for me?” The other older tech was staring at Jess with an uncomfortable hero worship on her face, though whether it was due to the Field Coordinator’s feat of hacking prowess or the fact that the unapproachable head of security was openly showing affection for said Field Coordinator was anyone’s guess.
Jess didn’t particularly care. Satisfied that her station would be covered, she let Becker drape his arm around her shoulder and lean on her for support. Then the pair headed out down the hall toward medical, the forgotten medic trailing after.
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Date: 2011-07-09 09:19 pm (UTC)Prompt: After The Fight
This is going to be my go to drabble I think. Especially when it's this fun.
Re: part 2
Date: 2011-07-10 10:39 am (UTC)And Lester!! I love his so much. He and Jess are just fabulous together.
Re: part 2
Date: 2011-07-10 02:52 pm (UTC)And yeah, Becker babbling comforting nonsense makes me happy. I was sorta gooey there lol.
Lester FTW! Snarking and taking names in a suit and tie! He keeps growing on me and invading my brain. It's kinda odd frankly lol.
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Date: 2011-07-13 02:16 am (UTC)I haven't even been able to start writing cuz I can't decide if I can deal with that much angst. Hell.
WHERE THE HELL IS THIS COMING FROM? *headdesk*
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Date: 2011-07-25 02:14 pm (UTC)Anyway, without any further ado: here is "Talisman."
http://hiddencait.livejournal.com/13756.html