Fic roundup
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arvensis
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine/Greg, Sara/Catherine established
Rating: R-ish? Probably closer to PG-13
Word: Seduction
He’d thought of it before, thought of them. He’d hardly have been human if he hadn’t.
He’d thought of it the first time the two of them came in for DNA together. He saw the tension between them, the way they glanced at each other, and he wondered what it would be like to be caught in those glances. Caught in the middle of that tension, because, he reasoned, when it finally came to a head, it’d be explosive. Powerful, like the mixing of chemicals.
It didn’t hurt that Catherine was the most beautiful woman he knew, and Sara, the smartest.
He wasn’t surprised when they fell in love. He realized it before the others, probably. Certainly before Gil and Nick, but Warrick might have known. Might have seen. It had irritated him for a while, all of his fantasies about Sara and his future had to be discarded.
But the new fantasies were hotter.
None-the-less, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten from his frequent fantasies to – here.
He’s in Catherine and Sara’s apartment, sitting across from them, wine glass in his hand, trying desperately not to say something stupid and is that Catherine’s foot on his leg?
“Greg.” Sara says, her voice lower than usual.
“Greg” Catherine repeats, and Greg gulps, because his thoughts just spun out of control.
And before he can focus again, they’re standing up, Sara up against him and Sara is kissing him, soft and sweet like he’d imagined she’d be (though most of those fantasies were back when he still thought she was the woman he was going to marry, and he’s almost embarrassed about that now), tasting of the wine they’ve been drinking and Catherine.
And he’s pretty sure that the hand currently rubbing along his thigh was Sara’s, as is the one in his hair, but that doesn’t explain the hand on back, or the one unbuttoning his shirt.
Catherine slides the shirt off him, and Sara breaks their kiss, leaning over to kiss Catherine slowly and gently. Her breasts press against Greg’s front, and Catherine is press against his back, both so close he can hear their moans right by his ear.
He’s going to die like this.
Sara’s hand is gently rubbing his stomach, her hand sliding under his waist band, and he wants these jeans off, now. He tries to open the button, only to have his hands slapped away by Catherine.
“You play by our rules.” She says, licking up his ear slowly, making him shiver.
Sara smiles at him, brushes her lips against his. She looks at Catherine.
“Bedroom?”
Greg just follows dazedly.
Forshubassdk
Fandom: Polislash
Pairing: Jeppe Kofoed/Frank Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word: Speakers chair
”I wish you hadn’t told me that, Jeppe.”
“Why? It’s a perfect legitimate fantasy.”
“I am never going to be able to sit and look at you in that room again without blushing.”
“Aw, and here I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to look at it without getting a hard on.”
“Jeppe!”
“Yes, Frank?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, Jeppe, I do.”
“You don’t.”
“I do”
“…”
“…”
“You don’t hate me, Frank.”
“Okay, not really. But still. You couldn’t have kept it to yourself?”
“I can’t believe you’ve never thought about it.”
“I generally try not to think about sex when I’m at work.”
“That must get boring.”
“Well, it won’t be any more, since I am going to be thinking about blowjobs every time you’re up at the speaker chair.”
“Well, then my mission is accomplished.”
“I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“…”
“…”
“Well, yes, there is that. But apart from that.”
“Well, Frank, why don’t you follow me to the bedroom, and I’ll see if I can come up with more reasons for you?”
Forcherry007
Fandom: Harry Potter, MWPP
Pairing: James/Remus
Rating: PG
Word: Blush
Title: From '59th Street Bridge Song'
Remus likes it when people blush.
It reminds him that no one is perfect. It reminds him that he’s not the only one who makes mistakes, he’s not the only one who gets embarrassed.
Remus likes watching people blush.
Peter blushes in splotches, red marks appearing in the weirdest shapes. Once, Sirius drew the outline of one, after Peter had been turned down by yet another girl. Sirius and James had agreed it looked like the giant squid.
The look of hatred on Peter’s face had terrified Remus, but it disappeared after a second and Peter had laughed along with the two others.
Neither of them saw the look.
Sirius hardly ever blushes, only did once, when McGonagall caught him sleeping in class. He might be an overconfident bastard most of the time, but McGonagall scared him, and that made him want to impress her. Falling asleep in class had been mortifying for Sirius, and he’d blushed, pink cheeks and ears.
James… James is different. His blushes are different. Sometimes, when he talks to Lilly, his ears go pink. When he gets an answer wrong in class, his cheeks go red.
When Remus smiles him, he smiles back.
And no one but Remus sees the faint pink tint on his neck as he ducks his head.
arvensisFandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine/Greg, Sara/Catherine established
Rating: R-ish? Probably closer to PG-13
Word: Seduction
He’d thought of it before, thought of them. He’d hardly have been human if he hadn’t.
He’d thought of it the first time the two of them came in for DNA together. He saw the tension between them, the way they glanced at each other, and he wondered what it would be like to be caught in those glances. Caught in the middle of that tension, because, he reasoned, when it finally came to a head, it’d be explosive. Powerful, like the mixing of chemicals.
It didn’t hurt that Catherine was the most beautiful woman he knew, and Sara, the smartest.
He wasn’t surprised when they fell in love. He realized it before the others, probably. Certainly before Gil and Nick, but Warrick might have known. Might have seen. It had irritated him for a while, all of his fantasies about Sara and his future had to be discarded.
But the new fantasies were hotter.
None-the-less, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten from his frequent fantasies to – here.
He’s in Catherine and Sara’s apartment, sitting across from them, wine glass in his hand, trying desperately not to say something stupid and is that Catherine’s foot on his leg?
“Greg.” Sara says, her voice lower than usual.
“Greg” Catherine repeats, and Greg gulps, because his thoughts just spun out of control.
And before he can focus again, they’re standing up, Sara up against him and Sara is kissing him, soft and sweet like he’d imagined she’d be (though most of those fantasies were back when he still thought she was the woman he was going to marry, and he’s almost embarrassed about that now), tasting of the wine they’ve been drinking and Catherine.
And he’s pretty sure that the hand currently rubbing along his thigh was Sara’s, as is the one in his hair, but that doesn’t explain the hand on back, or the one unbuttoning his shirt.
Catherine slides the shirt off him, and Sara breaks their kiss, leaning over to kiss Catherine slowly and gently. Her breasts press against Greg’s front, and Catherine is press against his back, both so close he can hear their moans right by his ear.
He’s going to die like this.
Sara’s hand is gently rubbing his stomach, her hand sliding under his waist band, and he wants these jeans off, now. He tries to open the button, only to have his hands slapped away by Catherine.
“You play by our rules.” She says, licking up his ear slowly, making him shiver.
Sara smiles at him, brushes her lips against his. She looks at Catherine.
“Bedroom?”
Greg just follows dazedly.
For
shubassdkFandom: Polislash
Pairing: Jeppe Kofoed/Frank Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word: Speakers chair
”I wish you hadn’t told me that, Jeppe.”
“Why? It’s a perfect legitimate fantasy.”
“I am never going to be able to sit and look at you in that room again without blushing.”
“Aw, and here I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to look at it without getting a hard on.”
“Jeppe!”
“Yes, Frank?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, Jeppe, I do.”
“You don’t.”
“I do”
“…”
“…”
“You don’t hate me, Frank.”
“Okay, not really. But still. You couldn’t have kept it to yourself?”
“I can’t believe you’ve never thought about it.”
“I generally try not to think about sex when I’m at work.”
“That must get boring.”
“Well, it won’t be any more, since I am going to be thinking about blowjobs every time you’re up at the speaker chair.”
“Well, then my mission is accomplished.”
“I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“…”
“…”
“Well, yes, there is that. But apart from that.”
“Well, Frank, why don’t you follow me to the bedroom, and I’ll see if I can come up with more reasons for you?”
For
cherry007Fandom: Harry Potter, MWPP
Pairing: James/Remus
Rating: PG
Word: Blush
Title: From '59th Street Bridge Song'
Remus likes it when people blush.
It reminds him that no one is perfect. It reminds him that he’s not the only one who makes mistakes, he’s not the only one who gets embarrassed.
Remus likes watching people blush.
Peter blushes in splotches, red marks appearing in the weirdest shapes. Once, Sirius drew the outline of one, after Peter had been turned down by yet another girl. Sirius and James had agreed it looked like the giant squid.
The look of hatred on Peter’s face had terrified Remus, but it disappeared after a second and Peter had laughed along with the two others.
Neither of them saw the look.
Sirius hardly ever blushes, only did once, when McGonagall caught him sleeping in class. He might be an overconfident bastard most of the time, but McGonagall scared him, and that made him want to impress her. Falling asleep in class had been mortifying for Sirius, and he’d blushed, pink cheeks and ears.
James… James is different. His blushes are different. Sometimes, when he talks to Lilly, his ears go pink. When he gets an answer wrong in class, his cheeks go red.
When Remus smiles him, he smiles back.
And no one but Remus sees the faint pink tint on his neck as he ducks his head.
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Date: 2004-08-15 08:41 pm (UTC)I love you. I am your slave.
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Date: 2004-08-15 08:43 pm (UTC)I'm happy you're happy. (though this slave thing maybe be looked into at a later date. Most likely when I'm craving Nat/Nic)
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Date: 2004-08-15 08:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-08-15 09:14 pm (UTC)Yay, you!!!
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Date: 2004-08-16 06:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-16 03:24 pm (UTC)I adore you.
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Date: 2004-08-16 11:13 pm (UTC)You know how much i liked it by now, when i write oh. my. god. Right? Wow-ie. Likeable, loveable! More! Please! I'll make you icons ;) Pleeeease?
Anyway, this was great. I love you for this. Really. I doubt my fantasies about this would have been any better if i had them ;)
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Date: 2004-08-17 11:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-17 01:19 pm (UTC)